A/N: I own nothing. Onward.

"Where could she be? How could she just vanish?"

"I don't know, sir. We scoured the entire area for her. She's gone. No magical signature left behind either. I have alerted the other major countries, but without much to go on, finding her could be next to impossible."

The man took in the wreckage of what used to be the Ministry of Magic. Bodies lay scattered and the area resembled a bomb site.

"She's 5 years old! She can't have gotten far. I still don't know that I believe she did all this damage on her own."

"Sir, she is very powerful. I would not underestimate her."

The man appeared to be thinking the words over. "You're right. She must be dealt with. She may be a child, but we must not make the mistake of believing she is no threat. She is dangerous, and she must be destroyed."

15 Years Later…

She was dead. She was so fucking dead, it wasn't even funny. How could she be an hour and a half late to her final? She'd stayed up all night studying. She swore she'd only close her eyes for a few minutes.

"Fuck!" She shouted as she tugged on what she hadn't noticed were yesterday's clothes: a dark tank top and a gray hoodie, black yoga pants, and red flats. Her hair remained in the haphazard ponytail it had been in for the last three days. Her eyes were puffy and tired. She looked like hell.

Twenty minutes later, she was outside Dr. Whittaker's office waiting for him to return from the class she was supposed to be in. Tears stung at her eyes and she felt a huge weight settling on her chest.

She was so screwed. Without that final, she would fail the class. Her GPA would plummet. She would lose her scholarship. She would have no choice but to leave Rasley College and it was only her sophomore year. She'd worked so damn hard and it was all about to be for nothing.

Bri tried to steady her breathing to keep herself from having a panic attack but it wasn't working. She stood from the bench outside the office and felt her head spin. Her chest ached and trying to concentrate felt difficult.

Suddenly, the world was upside down and black spots were nibbling at the edges of her vision. She chased them and was lead into nothingness.

When she woke up, Dr. Whittaker was standing over her with a very curious look in his eyes. She sat up slowly, noticing then that she was on the sofa in his office. He backed up a bit and looked at her closely. "You were absent today, Ms. Krane. You missed your final exam."

Bri's mind raced a mile a minute and she schooled her features to stay as calm as possible. "There was something I needed to ask you, sir, before the test. I think I had a panic attack while I was waiting for you."

"Indeed." He replied quietly as he walked to his desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out what appeared to be a long, skinny thick. The wood was a dark color, cherry wood possibly, and very shiny. The handle was thicker and made of a slightly darker wood.

Bri eyed the item curiously.

Something about it made her uncomfortable. She felt something tugging on the edges of her mind and felt pain race through trough the center of her head. She let out a hoarse scream and her head shot back against the sofa. "What the hell is that?" She asked, gasping when the pain momentarily subsided.

Whittaker's eyes appeared cold as he walked closer to her. "You felt it, didn't you? I had not accounted for that, but I suppose I should not be surprised, given who you are. You felt me trying to enter your mind and you fought me off. Oh, well done, Ms. Krane. Well done, indeed."

Bri felt the distinct urge that she should get far away from Dr. Whittaker. "What are you talking about? What did you just do?"

He let out a hollow laugh and tapped the stick in his hand against his temple. "I must admit I find myself quite impressed with you, Ms. Krane. You have eluded them for years. I thought it was quite foolish of them to ask me to hunt you. I admit I never thought I would find the ever elusive Quinn McHaley. But here you are. I shall be the richest man in all of wizarding Europe when I hand you over."

His voice sent chills down her spine and her blood ran cold. At best, he would hurt her. At worst…she was fucking dead.

He lifted the stick and pointed it at her. "I apologize, Ms. Krane. You are quite an exceptional student, but this is business. Incarcerus." Vines shot from the stick and wrapped themselves around Bri's body. Fear seized her heart and she began to scream. She felt herself being lifted into the air and struggled in vain to get free.

Suddenly, the door to Whittaker's office flew open and in came a man who did not look much older than Bri. He had bright teal hair and light brown eyes. He was tall and somewhat lithe, though she could see he was muscular. Like Whittaker, he had a stick in his hand.

"Leave her alone." His voice was calm. He did not look particularly angry or bothered, and that was downright terrifying.

Whittaker turned to the stranger and pointed his stick at him, the beginnings of a spell on his lips, but the stranger beat him to it. "Stupefy maxima." Whittaker sunk to the floor, unconscious, as if his knees had been knocked from beneath him. The man levitated him to the ceiling before dropping him to the floor forcefully and turning away from him as a sickening crunch was heard in the room.

Bri regarded the new man fearfully as she struggled still to get free. He gave her a small smile before muttering, "Finite." The vines disappeared from Bri's body and she let out a deep breath as tears sprung to her eyes. The man helped her stand. "How do you feel?"

"What happened? Why did he try to—"

"Kill you? I'll explain, but we need to get out of here. Tell me your address."

She didn't know if she could trust the man before her, but he saved her from whatever Whittaker intended to do to her and that was more than enough.

"428 Downing Hall Road. Where are you taking me? Who are you?"

"My name is Teddy Lupin and I'm taking you home."

"But he said people were after me. Doesn't that mean we can't stay there? Where can we go?" Bri could feel her heart racing and her breath picking up. She eyed the possibly dead Dr. Whittaker and felt her skin refuse to stop crawling.

"Some place safe, Bri. I'm taking you some place safe."

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this. Let me know what you think.