Disclaimer: Not mine.

Temperance,

The Dark Lord has once again risen. The world is doing its utmost to ignore this horror. However, we must be ready, and so I am resurrecting the Order of the Phoenix. I believe it is time for you to return to England. The address has not changed.

Albus Dumbledore

Temperance Brennan, Forensic Anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Museum in Washington D.C., stared at the letter she held in her hands. It had been waiting on her desk when she entered and she had thought it nothing special until she had turned it over and seen Temperance written in flowing cursive on the front. She had opened the letter to find a single, small piece of parchment containing five sentences in the same flowing cursive and green ink of the envelope.

The handwriting had been familiar, despite the fact that she hadn't seen it in just under a year, and she had torn open the envelope in excitement, only to freeze upon reading the words within.

She wasn't sure if it was fear or nerves that held her, paralyzed, in her office, but she still hadn't moved when someone knocked on the door. Jumping at the noise, Brennan turned to the door, hugging the letter to her so that whoever was there wouldn't see what she held.

"Whoa, Bones," Booth stood in the door, one hand on the doorframe, the other extended towards her as though to catch her. When Brennan didn't move beyond turning towards him, his hand dropped and an expression of confusion passed over his face. "You okay there Bones?"

Brennan nodded slowly, her eyes going back to the letter in her hands. "I have to go," she said suddenly, grabbing her coat and slipping past Booth.

"Wait, Bones, we have a case," Booth called as she hurried down the hall.

"Take Wendell," she didn't stop or turn, just continued on her almost sprint for Cam's office.

BONES

Brennan slipped into a closet just before reaching Cam's office. Pulling her wand from where she'd kept it hidden in the sleeve of her jacket, Brennan flicked it through the air, catching the papers that appeared. Taking a pen from her pocket and propping the papers against the door she whispered, "Lumos," and looked through the papers quickly by wandlight.

Everything was in order, she'd kept the papers completed and up to date, hidden in a drawer in her home office. All that remained was to add her signature on the bottom and give them to Cam. With a resigned sigh, Brennan scrawled her signature across the line provided, extinguished and replaced her wand, and slipped back out of the closet.

Taking a deep breath, Brennan entered the office.

Cam was sitting at her desk, contemplating something on her computer screen when Brennan entered. Brennan took a moment to observe the woman she'd come to view as a friend. Clearing her throat, Brennan spoke, "Dr. Saroyan."

Cam spun quickly, mildly surprised to find Brennan in her office. Her eyes widened when Brennan approached her desk and handed over the stack of papers she'd been holding. Taking them from her, Cam glanced down, her eyes widening even further at the first line. Her eyes snapped back up to Brennan, her mouth open but no words coming out.

"My resignation papers, effective immediately," Brennan stated. "I received a summons this morning that cannot be ignored and will be leaving within the hour. Everything is in order," she nodded her head in the direction of the papers Cam held. "I trust that you will be able to handle the rest?" Cam nodded dumbly, and Brennan offered her a small smile, "It has truly been a pleasure working with you, Dr. Saroyan." With that, Brennan turned on her heal and strode towards the door of the office.

"Where are you going?" Cam called out just as Brennan reached the office door.

Brennan paused, debating quickly before looking back at Cam, "England."

And then she was gone.

BONES

Brennan hurried through her apartment, headed for her bedroom. Her trunk was already packed with all her things from the wizarding world and hidden in the back of her closet. She added several changes of simple, nondescript, and functional muggle clothing and shoes, and dumped several books and writing instruments into a small bag, which was placed carefully on top of everything else in the trunk. Slamming the lid closed, Brennan took a moment to look around the apartment one last time.

Realizing that she couldn't just leave without saying anything to Angela or Booth, she grabbed a pad of paper and pen, and scribbled two notes. Folding the notes in half and addressing each one, she left them on the kitchen table where they would be found easily, and returned to her room.

Rummaging through her closet once more, Brennan finally found her broom. Smiling at the thought of flying once more, Brennan took hold of her trunk and spun purposefully on her heal, disappearing into the air with a pop.

She reappeared moments later in a deserted marshland, not five miles from the Atlantic Ocean. Casting a quick charm to create some cloud cover, Brennan tied her trunk to her broom and waited until the fog was thick enough for her to take off.

She glanced about the marshland once more, taking in her last bit of Washington before returning to England for the duration of this war, and quite possibly the end of her life.

A/N: Okay, I know it's short, and I'm hoping it's not too rushed, but the other stuff didn't seem to work all that well in the end. I have a tentative idea as far as what direction this should go in, and I'm sure that future chapters will be longer, but I wanted to kind of get an idea as to whether or not anyone would be interested. I have some of the next chapter ready, and will post that within the next few days (hopefully after I get some kind of response). I would love to hear any questions that anyone has, or anything that was confusing. I've never written a crossover, a Bones fanfiction, or a Harry Potter fanfiction, but this idea just would not go away.

Looking forward to hearing your thoughts,
=] Kiko