"I don't believe you." Said a blonde girl with big, pale blue eyes as she lay bleeding out on a London street. She was a muggle, hovering over her with a horrified expression was the fifteen year old Harry Potter. Harry had seen her, she haden't fled the scene like most other muggles, when the battle of the department of mysteries spilled onto the streets she had stayed and fought back the Death Eaters with any piece of schrapnel she could get her hands on, already, Harry had seen her kill two Death Eaters with a pole, but then a slicing hex from Voldemort had very nearly ripped the poor girl in half.

"What's your name?" Harry asked desperately. They were in London, he wasn't entirely sure where, a club and an office building lay in ruins in the street. The acrid smell of burning filled his nostrils. The noises of battle, spells firing, yells and screams, destruction and terror filled the air around them, rising up around the street like the smoke did.

"Doesn't matter." She said. Her gut had been ripped open, blood spilled over her front and onto the street. He face was bruised and battered, hair matted with blood. She held at the jagged edge of the wound with desperate, weak and shaking hands.

"It does matter." Harry told her.

"No, it doesn't," She hissed. "I don't believe this!" She very nearly cried, "I've spent my whole life waiting for something better?" She asked. She grabbed him with her bloodied hands. "I believed! I always believed there was something out there!" She declared. He pried her hands from his shirt. "I discover magic as I'm dying. I'd prefer to j-just die."

Her large, pale blue eyes were cold and Harry stood.

"Fine," He said, "There's nothing I can do for you anyway." And he walked away.

Harry didn't look back as he walkedaway from the Muggle girl, he had too much to lose to stop and help someone who didn't want to live anymore.

"Harry?" Harry ran to Ron, who was knelt over Hermione, who was hurt.

"Harry, Sirius-"

"Don't," Harry said, "Are you okay, Hermione?"

She shook her head, "My, my chest hurts."

Ron had fierce welts up and down his own arms from the brains and was bleeding from a cut on his hairline.

"Where are the healers?" Harry helped Ron carry Hermione away, looking for someone who could help them. The healers, Aurors and other ministry staff did arrive as the order pushed the last of the Death Eaters away. Fudge was walking down the street, his finger pointed to a now empty spot behind the headmaster muttering "he's back, good Merlin he's back, I saw him."

Dumbeldore approached the trio then handing him an object that was faintly glowing blue. He touched it against Hermione where Ron could reach it too and there was a still sickening jerk behind his navel and in a flash of blue light the three bloodied teenagers appeared in the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

Muggle Refuses Memory Modification

This morning in the aftermath of the overnight Death Eater attack on the Ministry of Magic and surrounding Muggle London a muggle currently in St. Mungos is refusing memory modification. This Muggle, Miss Charlotte Arden, after evading Ministry Aurours, fled St. Mungos screaming that 'everyone has a right to know.'

The Statute of Secrecy has been severely breached by this slip in aurour vigilance and...

Harry stopped reading and looked at the picture of the Muggle girl; the girl he left to die.

In the picture she was glancing over her shoulder at the photographer as she flung herself around a corner and out of sight. Her long blonde hair swung around her shoulders, her bright eyes shining. It wasn't the front page news, a snippet in the middle. He was relieved, in a way she had survived and if she hadn't he would have been responsible, and in the past couple of days he was responsible for too many deaths as it were.

It was the last day of term, he was dreading heading back to the Dursley's, Hermione was still in the hospital wing and Ron , who was sitting next to him eating his own breakfast was also terribly worried for the girl, even though they were told she would be fine, fine enough in fact she would be taking the train home with them in a few short hours time.

It was two days later that he was haunted by the muggle girl again. He wasn't allowed to sit in the family room and watch the news, but he was insistent on listening for anything which would give him any news of what Voldemort was up to, but this report caught his ear.

"Good Evening, I'm Connor Cooper and this is the six o' clock news, the hot topic today, a girl Charlotte Arden, 17, has escaped her cell at a Ragnaw's asylum for the criminally insane. The girl is highly unstable and highly dangerous, it is not advised to approach her, and simply call authorities with her whereabouts."

Harry stopped at the door of the sitting room and looked at the photograph of the girl he left to die, the girl who had threatened to unseat their entire world. The photograph was one that must have been taken in Mungo's stilled, obviously for use by the muggles. She was running past a nurse in a hall, shoving the other woman aside, her eyes filled with terror and her face a mask of panic, her messy blond hair swishing around her like the mane of a frightened horse.

"Now over to you, Richie, with the sport."

Harry left the sitting room before his relatives noticed him, he went up to his room and shut the door, back to it, eyes closed.

"Harry Potter."

Harry nearly screamed like a girl but the years of abuse at the Dursley's kept him quiet. He snapped his eyes open, reaching for his wand to see the same short girl with big pale blue eyes and long straight blonde hair standing in his room staring him down.

"Charlotte Arden?" Harry choked out. The girl nodded, seriously, not changing her defensive stance, she held a metal bat

"What do you want?" Harry asked. Not knowing how to deal with this muggle.

"I want to be apart of it."

He knew what she meant, of course he did. When Dudley chased off anyone who spoke to you you quickly learnt how to entertain yourself. Fiction.

"I don't-"

"Teach me," She whispered, "Please, there's nothing left for me with the muggles-"

"You're a muggle." Harry pointed out.

"I was reading a book," She hissed, "Fact and Fiction about Muggles today," She told him, "Fifity percent of Muggleborn children are missed by the Hogwarts registry. Help me, please?"

"I don't know-"

"Harry please?" She dropped her bat and darted forward. "Even if I can't use magic, I can learn, all about it, this is a world I want to live in."

Harry looked at her in pity. She was so desperate, her hands clutching at his coat eyes very nearly full of tears.

"No," He said, "The Wizarding World isn't somewhere you can-"

"Fine," She said, "I'll find my own way in." She shoved him away from her, climbing on the desk with little grace, her bat in her hand and she climbed out the window which should have been locked and barred but wasn't anymore.