A/N: Hey, thanks to anyone who's reading this, it's my first fanfic. So if you review go easy on me please. Well I won't hold you any longer so read on.
Explosions, crying, death. These were the things Brittany had grown up with. She had never had a home, and she was born just before the great war started. Her parents had tried to keep their love a secret to protect each other but had failed greatly when they brought her into the world. She was their mistake. She had her mother's hair, Her Father's eyes and both of their stubbornness. They were constantly on the run. Not only were they not safe anywhere but they were also always fighting. When she was a baby she would have to stay with her grandparents. They too were always on the move and always fighting, but it seemed that they were never fighting whenever her parents were. She knew who her parents were but at the same time she had numerous parents. The whole order was her family, but her closest family was Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron. She was now 13 and was starting to fight with her parents. They had never taught her the unforgivable curses but they had no need. During the battles she would hear others using such curses and would memorize what they were saying and what happened. They had lost many members of the order. They had lost, Uncle Charlie, Aunt Fluer, and one of her cousins Amanda, along with those lost before the great war. Albus Dumbledore, and Serious Black, her great uncle she never knew. Even though she had never met him she had loved him since she had first heard his name.
Now however she had to fight. Stop dwelling in the past she told herself. She concentrated on one specific Death Eater who seemed to be staring at her. He had long blonde hair and a staff. Why would he have a staff at a wizard's battle? she asked herself. The battle began. There were flashes of light everywhere. Many of which were projecting from the tip of her wand. She saw the blonde man move towards the left side of the battle, her side. She had effectively dodged a spell of some sort aimed directly at her. She tried not to use too many unforgivable curses, figuring that most of the wizards she was fighting were just scared out of their wits and into fighting for Voldemort. She looked down her line of people in the order. None were down yet and all were fighting well. However she could see Luna could use some help. She swerved over to where Luna was fighting a somewhat elderly lady, old enough to be her grandma at least. The lady wouldn't even let Luna fire a spell.
"Expelliarmus!" She shouted aiming her wand at the lady. Perfect aim. She left Luna to finish the lady however she saw fit. Not all in the order thought what she did. Some thought that all who caved in to Voldemort's power did not truly wish to stand against him. Brittany had to admit thought that those who thought that did have a point. She noticed that her dad had just been hit by an expeliarmus curse and his wand was somewhere behind him. She ran over, she couldn't let whichever wizard it was kill her father. She ran, faster than ever, dodging spell after spell as she went. She could see her father scrambling to find his wand behind him as the wizard approached. She ran forwards apparently the wizard did not notice the racing girl running straight for him, because only when she was less than a foot away he turned without enough time to cast a spell. She pounced on him knocking his wand out of his hand and making him smash against the cold hard pavement. Nice tackle! she thought to herself. Then turned back to the fight. The man she had just tackled was out cold so they wouldn't have to worry about him for a while.
Now the blonde-haired man was directly across from her. Shooting spells at her from every angle. She dodged and dodged but slowly got tired. After five minutes of this she was starting to think that this battle would never end. She just kept dodging the spells. Left, right, then left again. She did not dare stand still nor did she dare stick to a pattern. Both of these options she felt for sure would be fatal. Any normal person by now would have collapsed through lack of strength but not her. She could not afford to stop. To stop would be fatal. As she dodged her mind raced for a plan of some sort that would actually work. She tried firing a few shots but they missed entirely because of her bouncing around. She risked a glance at her father but he was busy fighting a wizard about his age. She glanced at her mother who had just successfully killed one of the many death eaters who seemed to be multiplying by the second. Her mother caught her eye and came dashing in. She now understood. She had merely been bait. The man didn't care if he killed her. It was her mother whom he wanted to kill. She was now boiling with anger. How dare he! How dare he use me as bait for my own mother! Her insides yelled at her. Now was her chance. The man had turned to face her mother and was about to fire his spell.
"Ricta-Sempra!" She yelled. Apparently the man did not expect her to recover from her dodging so quickly. Her shot hit him and sent him flying backwards. Her mother was now standing beside her and they were ready for their homemade disarming plan. What it was, was; one person would cast expelliarmus and the other, a millisecond later the other would cast wingardium leviousa at the wand and bring it towards them. It was a good plan if you didn't want to kill the person, and now was the time to put it to the test. They decided that Ginny (Brittany's mother) would cast the expelliarmus and Brittany would cast the wingardium leviosa.
"Expelliarmus!" her mother shouted as the man got to his feet. Her shot was right on aim, but Brittany didn't have time to think about that. She had to cast her own spell.
"Winggardium Leviosa!" She yelled aiming her wand at the flying wand. Her shot too was right on aim but she still had no time to think about it. She had to concentrate on keeping the wand out of reach of the man who was now chasing after the flying wand.
When she got the wand to her and her mother they immediately snapped it in half, threw it on the ground and stomped on it until it was nearly powder and completely beyond repair.
"You shouldn't have done that!" the man said now walking towards them at a steady pace.
"And why not?" Brittany's mother asked. clearly she had met this man before. "We both have wands and yours is dust!"
"Did Harry not tell you about my staff?" The man asked twisting the top of his staff and revealing a second wand and pointing directly at my mother.
"Leave her alone," Brittany said pointing her wand at the man, who when he comprehended this turned and pointed his wand at her instead. The gulped slightly but did not flinch.
"You wouldn't! You wouldn't kill her! She's just a girl," Her mom said. making his attention return to her.
"You don't want to try me," he said threateningly. "I have orders you know."
"Not to kill her! What does she have to do with anything?" Ginny said trying to get some more information out of him.
"Now now, Miss Weasley or rather Mrs. Potter. You don't really think I would give that away. Do you?" The man asked with a smile.
Suddenly Brittany was struck by her common sense. Why are we just standing here talking like this? We could have killed this man by now! She thought. When she returned to the real world her mom and the man were still fighting. Suddenly the man as though he had read her mind turned to her and said slowly.
"Now you wouldn't be thinking of doing anything rash now would you?"
"You wouldn't really think I'd give that away. Do you?" She said mimicingly. Trying to give her mother the signal to kill him. Her mother caught the signal and raised her wand, but Brittany didn't see what happened next. She was suddenly struck on the head, not by a spell but rather by some hard object. It took her by such a surprise that she lost her balance a tumbled to the ground where everything faded black. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was her mom opening her mouth to say the words to some curse Brittany had never learned the proper name for.