A/N: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I KNOW! I haven't posted anything in forEVER, and here I come with another chaptered fic. It'd be a miracle if I finished ONE of the mofos…but moving on. This story is completely WEIRD, and the weirder thing is that I'm halfway through writing chapter two in my notebook already…that's 'cuz there's practically NOTHING to do in Nebraska in August…except school starting on the 30th! cries Anyways…this is a very long Author's Note, so I'm gonna wrap it up before it's longer than the story. Please read and review!

I Didn't Ask For This

PROLOUGE

Tick, tock.

Creak, creak.

Snore. Grunt.

Harry Potter lay on his back and listened to the Dursley's house (and the Dursleys) settle around him. Summer was becoming very boring, very quickly. And the sad part was, he'd only been home for three days! He sighed resignedly. It really sucked that he had to live with Muggles, and couldn't use magic outside of school. He wished something interesting would happen.

He would learn to be careful what he wished for.

With a (pop), a girl Apparated into his room. Tripping over her jeans, she cursed, fell flat on her face, and lay there, still cursing fluently.

"This had better be the right fucking room" she muttered, straightening the hem of her 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory' T-shirt. She brushed off her jeans, straightened up, and looked around the room. Her eyes fell on Harry, and she gazed at him warily.

"You had better DAMN well be the one I'm looking for" she said, by way of introduction.

"That really depends on who you're looking for, now, doesn't it?" Harry replied cheekily.

She smiled humorlessly, snapped her fingers, and a card appeared in midair. Harry took the card over to his window, since the only light in the room was orange, and coming in from the streetlamp outside.

"Mariah Daniels, Liaison, Salem, Massachusetts" he read out loud. He looked over at her. "What the hell is a 'liaison'!" he demanded.

"Or a messenger, if you prefer. I'm kinda like the Metatron. You know…Alan Rickman in 'Dogma'?"

Nodnod.

"Yeah…like that. I am the voice of The Council."

"The who?"

"The Council" she repeated, as if she were talking to a 4-year-old. "The greatest witches and wizards from all over the world get together twice a year in Salem, to discuss how to better protect the world."

"Oh" was all Harry could really think to say.

"Yep" she replied. "And in answer to your first inquiry, I'm looking for the savior of the Wizarding World. But I believe I've already found him." Then, just as bold as you please, she reached out and brushed the bangs from Harry's forehead.

"I have found him" she murmured, her blue eyes sparkling.

Harry was very confused, to say the least.

"I suppose I should fill you in" she said, taking a seat at Harry's desk.

"That would be nice" he replied dryly, sitting back down on his bed.

Miranda glared at him. "Don't get snippy. Just because you're 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' does NOT make you God Himself."

"Sorry" he said, miming zipping his mouth shut.

"Thank you. Now, The Council has been around since the time of Merlin. As a matter of fact, he helped establish it. Actually, Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw were in on it, too, but somehow, their fame isn't as great as Merlin's in America. Just because they're British, I think…" she trailed off. "It's not something they can help, people!" she muttered, her hands balling into fists. "Anyways…they were established to protect the world from the Dark Arts, Dark magic, and Dark moods." She winked. "Just kidding. As I was saying, The Council is pretty much the be-all end-all magical authority." She sighed deeply again. "But none of them have faced Voldemort as many times as you and lived to tell about it. So…they want your help."

Harry gaped at her. "What? Do I have something in my teeth…?"

"No, no, it's just…you said Voldemort's name!"

"Oh, that. He-well, never mind. I expect you'll find out soon enough why I do. So are you in…or out?"

Harry looked at her outstretched hand. "What did you say I'd be doing again?"

"I can't explain all of it right now. The Council will answer all of your questions when we get there, OK?"

Harry didn't say anything. She looked at him earnestly, almost pleadingly.

"Come on, kid. Let's go save the world."

That seemed to register with him, finally. After all, he'd wanted an adventure, hadn't he? He took her hand, and she pulled him up.

And with a (pop), they vanished.

END PROLOUGE

End Note: I know, kinda detail-heavy, but I gotta get it off the ground before anything can happen, right? Of course right! 25 points for the musical that's from!

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Much love,

Liz