There, in scrawly writing, was the letter that changed Brianne's life forever:

We have found you. We know who you are. We are coming for you at 3 am tomorrow morning.. Do not respond. It is too risky.

Signed,

The OoTP

What the hell was an Ootp? They couldn't possibly be Dark wizards, the friends and allies of her family, but they didn't seem very nice, either. We know who you are. That was very creepy. Something wasn't right. She hoped Lucius and Narcissa had Protected the house. Brianne shivered. She stroked Donagh and returned to her work.

Brianne, although she was blocked from the outside world, knew probably more about the wizarding world than Draco did. Donagh, a rather large owl, routinely brought her books from the local Flourish and Blotts (a chain library? Now what?). Big deal. So she had read every book on magic available, but she had never even touched a wand, or a broomstick, or a cauldron.

In hopes that it was just a joke, Bri shrugged it off and began scrubbing the floors, Donagh moving the bucket of soapy water from here to there. Around 10 pm, she ate a meager meal of Ramen Noodles and a glass of milk, fed Donagh the rest, and went to bed.

Around 2:30 am, Bri was having a very nice dream about an incredibly hot actor named Orlando Bloom when she was rudely awoken by multiple Crack!'s and Donagh screeching loudly.

"Whah--Huh? Mmph!" Bri said groggily. She did not like to be woken up, especially when nobody was home. She looked at her watch that glowed in the dark.

"What the hell? It's 2:37 in the morning! Why—" and then she remembered the mysterious note she had gotten and her stomach sank clear through to her toes. She grabbed the nearest make-shift weapon—in this case it was 1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi—and brandished it at the figures moving around in her room.

"I don't know who the frick you are, but you better get out of here if you know what's good for you!" She remembered a news article she had read in the Prophet about a group of rapists. Somebody Illuminated their wand. A group of men was standing at the foot of her bed. Holy shit, I'm going to be raped! She thought.

A tall, dark-skinned man approached Bri. "Now, Bri, put the book down."

"Yeah, right. Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"Whatever we say to you, do not repeat it to any of your family members."

"Who are you?" Bri did not put down the book, but she had jumped out of the bed with the book in her hand, cocked at the ready to strike any one of them.

"We are the Order of the Phoenix, and we are here to save you."

"Did you send that note?" Brianne relaxed a little now. These people were with Dumbledore, unless they were imposters.

"Yes, I wrote it," A man stepped from the shadows into the wandlight. He had a peg-leg and an enormous blue eye that did not match the small, beady one on the other side of his scarred face. Bri accidentally emitted a small yelp.

"What did you write?" the dark-skinned man asked the man with the weird eye.

"Well…I wrote something like, 'We know who you are and where you live and we are coming for you tonight. Do not respond, it's too risky," the man growled. The dark-skinned man laughed.

"Moody, you are a damn fool. You probably scared the living bajeezus out of the girl! I'm sorry Bri, I thought old Mad-Eye here would have done a better job with that godforsaken letter. I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt. That is Alastor Moody, that is Dedalus Diggle, that is Arabella Figg, right there is Mr. Remus Lupin, and over in the corner there is Nymphadora Tonks." Realizing that she was in good hands, she set her book on her bed. With a glance in the mirror, she suddenly remembered that she was in her pajamas—a tank top and undies!

"Holy crap, can I get dressed?" Bri asked, her face turning red.

"Er…" Kingsley looked embarassed.

"Gosh, Bri, your undies say Tuesday! And it's Wednesday!" Tonks burst into a fit of giggles.

"Quiet, Nymphadora. I suppose you better get some clothes on, dear." Mrs. Figg said.

Bri grabbed some jeans, a t-shirt, underwear, and a bra and shuffled out the of the room, hopeful that a hole would open up from the Earth and swallow her whole.

In the safety of the bathroom, she pulled off her cami and panties, and put on fresh clothes. And brushed her hair. And teeth. And she put on some Mango Mandarin Lotion, too (a/n that is my favorite scent!). She could hear the group conversing in her bedroom, but not enough to know what was going on. Bri walked back to the group with plenty of things going through her mind.

"So…why is everybody here, in my bedroom, at this time of night?" Bri inquired.

Nymphadora stepped forward. "We've found out about you, and we're springing you from here. This year, you will start school at Hogwarts with a new identity."

"But how did you find out about me? I was Erased from the world!" Brianne was dumbfounded.

"When every magical child is born, a quill writes it down automatically. Kingsley here happened to be going through those documents when he found your name. We decided to investigate."

"But I possess no magical powers. I read all kinds of magic books, but I'm a Squib. That's why my parents Erased me. They didn't want to kill me but they didn't want anyone to find out about me, either."

"Obviously, you do, honey. Otherwise, we wouldn't be standing in your room at 3 o'clock in the morning," said Mrs. Figg.

"Erm. OK. Soo…?"

"Well, pack up your things and load them onto your broom--"

"I don't have a broom," Bri interrupted. "Or a wand, or a trunk, or anything, really—just a robe and some Muggle clothes. And Donagh here," she added as Donagh knicked her on the ear playfully.

"Well, find something to put your clothes in, and then we're off, miss." Said Dedalus Diggle. Not much later, Brianne was ready to go, Donagh perched on her shoulder, since he hadn't a cage. And with that, they set off, all on brooms (Bri was on Mrs. Figg's broomstick). And so the adventure began.