HEY! This is my first story so go easy on the reviews! But yea, please review, I know that it doesn't look like a Harry potter story in the first couple of lines but it'll get there, trust me!

Prologue

"I have a mission for you." My favorite words. The first sniper fell within milliseconds of the second. Each passing on soundlessly as their bodies slump lifelessly onto the roof.

"Do you?" my response was accompanied by a cruel smile. I reached back and drew an arrow from my quiver. The bow string was pulled taut and the arrow was released. The arrow sped through the darkness toward its destination. SIx buildings away, eleven stories up, third window across the arrow buried itself into Hannah Lee's chest. Another smile as she collapsed, dead. A moment of absolute silence, as though the world was mourning the loss. Then people shouting, an alarm went off, a siren wailing in the distance.

"When and Where are you? We're calling you back."

"Paris. 2492" I whispered into the night as I watched Hannah being carried through the window on an oval shaped, silver stretcher that floated through the night toward the emergence craft. My black arrow was still embedded in her chest. They probably don't understand how she's dead. In the year 2338, each human was given a heart 'strengthener'. At this point in time, a human lifespan is around 300 years. Unfortunately, Hannah's lifespan was around 30 years thanks to my poison tipped arrow.

I felt a tingling sensation shoot up my spine. Time to go. The world spun around me, and the ground disappeared. I was getting sucked down, down into the earth itself. Then, all at once the world stopped spinning. I stood in a transparent glass tube looking out at the science section of Dona Nobis Pacem headquarters. It's latin meaning Grant us Peace. The glass door slid open and I strode down the hallway, ignoring the raised eyebrows and questioning stares.

I came to my destination, a room with tall bronze doors finely decorated with intricate swirling patterns. I pushed the doors open and entered the ornate room. A man stood in the middle talking to an elderly woman. They both looked up as I entered. The woman looked shocked to see me. She nodded to the man and walked briskly toward the door. She stopped in front of me, curtsying.

"Saluto te princeps" (I salute you my princess) She briefly touched her forehead and gestured to me. I smiled at her and repeated the gesture.

"Gratias tibia fiddles et fortuna rider super dos" (Thank you my faithful servant and may the fortunes smile upon you). I replied traditionally. She beamed at me as she left the room.

"Ah, Serena. I see you have not lost your charm." I glared at the man now alone in the middle of the room. I never liked Peter very much. Peter was my mom's chief advisor, and my half brother. He was 21, five years older than me. He was 6 foot 2, and buff. He looked like a football player. Dark hair combined with his light blue, almost grey eyes gave him a handsome appearance. When I was younger I used to want eyes like that, instead of mine. Know I hate those eyes and the patronizing looks they give me.

"You said you had a mission, Peter." I said coldly.

"Not quite, rather I have a message. Your mother wishes to speak with you." My surprised showed through for a second before I deadpanned my face. He turned on his heel and started walking away. I followed him, desperately trying to smooth my black body suit and undid my ponytail, shoving all my bangs to the right. I slung the bow onto my back and prepared to meet her.

We came to a pair of huge doors made of solid gold. Guards were posted outside and they took one look at me and pushed the doors open. My mother sat on her golden thrown. Her back was perfectly straight and she looked magnificent in her golden gown that I knew hid a black body suit similar to mine. I realized there was a figure kneeling in front of her and with a start recognized him as Birch. I knelt next to Birch. We shared a glance. What did mom want to talk to us about? He shrugged as if saying he didn't know any more than I did. Birch was my older brother by a few minutes. Although he was my brother, the only thing we shared was the same black hair and our age; 16. He had handsome dark eyes that made girls swoon over him. He was tall, about six inches taller than me, and muscular. He had olive skin and looked like a model right off a front cover of some well read magazine.

I was 5 foot 7 with electric blue eyes. I had an athletic build, but my midnight hair and porcelain skin gave off a sense of helplessness, which I hated. While Birch could easily pull off the dark and dangerous type, I could just as easily pull off the innocent little girl act. It wasn't until I pulled out my knives, bow, or sword that people realized what a grave mistake that assumption was.

"Relinquere nos!" (Leave us) Everyone filed out quickly. Once everyone was gone, she smiled at us and stood up. "Filioli men quos iterum videre bonos." (Good to see you again my children) Latin was the native language of the Protectors. But since we have took the form of humans, latin is fast dying to be replaced by english.

"Et tibia mater. Spiro, vivere et mori servant tibia." (And you my mother. I live, breathe, and die to serve you.) She nodded and pressed her lips together tightly.

"It has come to my attention, that you both lack certain qualities that are necessary if you are to become the next rulers." I blinked in surprise, but knew enough to hod my tongue.

"That stunt you pulled with the frogs in the laboratory was the last straw, Serena. Someone could have been injured! Don't roll your eyes at me, Birch!" She finished sharply. Birch looked stunned. I hid my smile in my hair. "I received a full report on the Hannah Lee mission. 10 minutes. Impressive. However, it would have been more impressive if you hadn't killed 45 snipers along the way. That's too much evidence, and will cause a problem. Now, I have to send out twenty agents to clean up your mess. You lack compassion and discipline. You are too reckless and aggressive. Birch," she turned to my brother, "You are the opposite of Serena. You have compassion and you lack initiative. If you are to be good rulers, you must learn these qualities."

"With all due respect, Mother, if this is about me learning how to fight with a staff, I'm willing to practice more and I'll get better-"

"No, you won't." Three words cut me off more efficiently than if she'd screamed at me. I was stunned into silence and looked at the ground. Mother had always been supportive of me, so why the sudden change? "You will never master the staff if you do not first master yourself. To use the staff you must have complete control of every movement. Birch, you will never learn how to properly use a gun if you don't first learn how to kill. Your instinct to protect and heal are admirable, but you must also learn how to kill if you need to.

"That is why, I am sending you both into another world that is on the brink of war, even if they don't know it yet. You will stay for four years." My eyes widened in astonishment.

"Mother! That's not fair! You can't do that! This is a punishment not a mission!" I cried.

"Silence!" She said, and I shut up pretty quick. Mom never used that tone unless she was upset. "You leave me no other choice. This is a mission! I will personally debrief both of you on your mission now." She said.

Although I did not see her press a button, at that moment a podium rose from the ground with a computer. Her hands flew over the keys as she punched in a code. Suddenly the room was filled with the glow of the computer's data. All around us the screen seemed to project on air.

"Birch, you're up first. If you'll look here." Mom gestured to a picture of a lady. She was about five foot eight with the most untamed mane of black, super curly hair that I'd ever seen. The hair seemed to be down, but it piled on top of her head in weird ways. Her skin was fairly pale with just a ghost of a tan. Her black eyes had a crazed look to them and her long fingernails were painted black. She was dressed in a black dress that looked more like a robe. In her hand she held a stick with green light shooting out of it. A wand. Black combat boots completed the gothic look for her. She looked horrendous. I dropped my gaze under the picture where glowing letters spelled out her name: Bellatrix Lestrange

"This is your mission." Birch looked surprised, and then confused. "Your mission is to kill this woman known as Bellatrix Lestrange. You can kill her or you can get someone else to do it for you but you must be directly involved. Otherwise you fail your mission." Birch blanched. I felt bad for the guy. He had a real problem with killing. Birch nodded and swallowed hard.

"And Selena, here is yours." I looked to the picture of a boy around my age with freckles and blue eyes. He was, as humans would say, a ginger. He was tall, about as tall as Birch. He was actually quite good looking. I shoved down that thought as quickly as it had arisen. I'm going to kill him, so it doesn't matter.

"Your mission is to protect him at all cost." Wait, what? My skin crawled at the thought of defending someone. I pushed the awkward feeling aside and nodded, my face blank.

I listened attentively as she squashed three years of learning magic at some place called Hogwarts into one hour. I received my wand (A phoenix hair, 11 inches, oak, slightly flexible) as did Birch (12.5 inches, cypress, dragon heartstring, swishy).

"Your going to be sent through the tubes now." The information disappeared along with the computer and in its place stood two tubes. and a control booth outside of them. "Go on then!" Mom said. 4 years. I won't be able to see her for another four years. Although I was used to this, still, it's always a shock.

I warily stepped into the tube; the glass door slid shut, sealing my fate. There was a sucking noise and a machine noise as if the machine were trying to work but failing. I looked past the glass to my mother in confusion.

The glass dome above us shattered and people in black suits jumped down into the room. In one swift move, Mom's dress was on the floor and in its place was a skintight black bodysuit. Her golden bracelet unwound itself from her wrist and became a whip. There's a reason mom's queen; she's the best. My heart sinks as I stare at the room jam packed with men whom held guns trained on her. I pounded on the glass, trying to break through. She gives me an apologetic gaze before raising her hands in surrender. A black suited guy ran to the controls. My mom leapt at him with the agility of a cat.

Everything was silent inside my soundproof tube, so I was confused when my mother suddenly fell to the floor and rolled into a ball. It was only when I saw the darkening stain on her pants that I realized what had happen. I went ballistic. Thrashing and screaming for my mom. The guy at the controls glanced at my mom in fear then fiddled with the controls.

Why? My mom started changing. She was turning into her true form. We call ourselves guardian angels for a reason! Giant wings started protruding from her back. Peter turned a knob in a 360 and then pressed a big, red button. Big, red buttons are never good.

Just before I was sucked into the tube the guys eyes met mine. The sight made my heart stop. I knew those eyes. I had wanted those eyes. I hated those eyes. Peter. The image of his eyes burned itself into my brain, and I knew no matter what happened I would always remember this moment.

Ironically, the tube chose that moment to suck me into another world.