A/N: Hope you all enjoy this chapter. As usual, I own nothing but my OCs. Onward...

"You were sent to find me, weren't you?" Bri asked quietly as she sat on the edge of her bed, a duffle bag next to her. Teddy put an extension and lightening charm on it before telling her to feel free to pack whatever she wished. As she looked around her sparse, dark apartment she was thankful. She hadn't had much to begin with.

"Yes." He answered simply from the armchair across the room. He stared at her intently. Despite the darkness, Bri could still make out more specific features. He had dark olive skin and his hair was no longer teal, but a faded brown color. His light hazel eyes didn't seem quite so terrifying anymore.

"You work for them, the people Whittaker worked for. You just…got to me first so you could turn me over to them and…he mentioned money…you wanted the reward." As she said it, her gut told her she was so very far from the truth. If he was going to turn her over, he'd have done it by now.

"If I was working for them, I wouldn't have freed you from those binds, would I?" He was joking, but Bri swore she caught something in his voice that told her he was offended.

She let silence stretch between them to cover up the ridiculous blunder she'd just made. Finally, an ominous roll of thunder distracted her and she looked again at Teddy. "What now?"

Teddy rose from the chair and straightened his shirt before dusting off his pants. "We need to go. I'll explain everything when we're somewhere safe, I promise. Now, take my hand."

Bri did as Teddy instructed and not two seconds later, they vanished.

When Bri no longer felt like she was being crushed and thrown around, she opened her eyes and saw that they were in a cottage that sat near the top of a valley, if the view outside could be trusted. It was cloudy outside though the sun still managed to peak through, causing light to flicker through the room they were in. She looked around in wonder, marveling over the sensation.

"Apparation isn't my favorite mode of travel, but it gets the job done, I think." Teddy said with a smile.

"What are you?" Bri asked, tearing her gaze from the window to look at him. "Where did you come from?"

Teddy gestured for her to sit as he pulled most of the curtains back to let in more light before finally joining her. "I am quite a few things but first I am a wizard, as was Whittaker and as are you. But you would be considered a witch."

Bri felt her stomach clench. For a reason she felt like she couldn't remember, the word witch gave her an extreme sense of foreboding. The fact that her first instinct was not to deny what Teddy was saying told her all she needed to do.

"We have magic, you and me?"

"Yes. We are not the only ones. A good bit of the human population are wizards and witches, though some don't always know it."

"What makes me so different? What is the Ministry and why are they after me?" She felt as if question after question was racing around in her mind and she turned to look out the window once more, hoping to calm herself.

Teddy sighed and leaned back a bit. "The Ministry of Magic is a bureaucratic nightmare. Still, they are the governing body for all witches and wizards in the United Kingdom. They like to think they can control anything and everything, but that isn't always true, especially as it relates to you."

"What makes me so different?" she repeated.

"15 years ago, the Edinburgh division of the Ministry experienced a terrorist attack. That's what they called it, at least. 9 people were killed and 85 were injured. The source was a 5 year old little girl by the name of Quinn McHaley. She was being kept in the lower levels of the division center for as long as she'd been alive. And she got free."

The sun dipped behind the clouds once more as Bri felt her mouth go dry. She felt her eyes widen and saw the look of sadness Teddy gave her. "It was me?" she asked as she felt tears spring to her eyes.

Teddy nodded solemnly in response. "Yes."

"But my name is Bri Krane! Ms. Hatchett named me that when she found me in that dumpster. She said it was what her niece would be named if she hadn't died as a baby."

Teddy nodded as if in understanding. "The child vanished upon escaping the center and could not be found. The Ministry saw her as a threat, but we did not. We knew we would have to find you first before they got to you."

"What?" She could not recall the last time she ever felt so confused.

"The Protectores de Lumine. It is an organization that has been around for over a millennia. Our mission is to protect the wizarding world from corruption and despair. After the war with Voldemort began the first time around, we knew our services would be needed, though not at that time. So we hid until it was safe again. We exist within the Ministry and other organizations." Teddy recited to Bri. Still, she was confused.

"You can't be that much older than I am."

"I'm not much older than you. I'm 24. I was recruited to the PDL when I was entering my 6th year at Hogwarts, which is one of many schools for wizards and witches in Europe. The Minister of Magic at that time, Kingsley Shacklebolt, wanted me to join. He thought it was something my parents would have approved of if they were still alive. I have been an agent ever since." Teddy replied.

Bri looked around the room as she tried to absorb what Teddy was saying. She was a witch. Bri Krane was not even her real name. She was considered a terrorist for reasons she couldn't even remember or know. She was a killer. The thought made her stomach drop and tears slide down her face. She didn't even deserve Teddy saving her.

"Why were they keeping me there?" she asked quietly, her voice cracking.

"I cannot be the one to tell you that. Only the Praefectus can. She is the overseer for this organization. We will stay here for a few days and I will take you to her when she sends word that it is safe to do so. She works at a magical university in northern England and she believes it might be quite advantageous of you to attend."

"But I don't remember anything about magic." Bri responded as she turned to look out the window again.

"Precisely. Your magic has been suppressed for 15 years. I suspect that the accidental magic you used to cause the explosion and escape caused your core to close itself to protect you from being found. Bri, you have the potential to be quite a powerful witch. That is why the Ministry wants you so badly. You are considered a threat to them."

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed. There was a lot of information in this chapter so I just decided to end it here and the next chapter will get the ball rolling. Reviews are everything! Until next time!