Disclaimer: I don't own Warrior Nun or Harry Potter. I am merely playing around with these characters.

AN: This is a tentative upload. I need feedback and since I haven't found anyone to read it for me, I'm going ahead and posting it. Hoping y'all like it and want me to continue. I'm sorry for any mistakes. My computer broke and Word's spell and grammar check isnt as sophisticated on the ipad.

~ Warrior Nun ~ Harry Potter ~

Disappearing Into The Wizarding World

Chapter 1: Telling Ava

If "I left, would you come with me?" Ava asked hesitantly. "We could go back to the Alps. To the bar, Hans, the regulars. You can teach me how to dance. I can teach you how to drink."

Beatrice could hear the hope in Ava's voice, and she wished that they could go back. Oh how she wished she could. She wanted nothing more than for them to return to the Alps and to their semi-normal life. But she knew that wasn't possible. Not this time. No, this time Ava had to go where Adriel could never find her.

She knew a place where Ava and the halo would never be found, but it required Beatrice to return to a world she swore she never would. "No. I can't," she said aloud, but instantly regretted it. She could see the disappointment settle among her beautiful features and it caused a pain tom, settle in her chest. She didn't want to cause Ava any distress. Especially after she just watched the unnecessary death of her friend. "We can't, I mean," she quickly said, then made a split second decision before she could change her mind. "We have to go somewhere he can never find you. I might have a place, but it will take me a few days to set it up."

Beatrice wasn't sure if she made the right decision, but the happiness suddenly bouncing off Ava made her feel a little easier about it. Now she just had to explain it all to Ava. How was she supposed to explain to Ava that she was a witch from a secret society of wizards?

~ Warrior Nun ~ Harry Potter ~

The next few days were a blur of planning, grieving, and helping to calm the city after Adriel's tricks were revealed to the masses. They were receiving reports from all over Europe that conflicts were arising between his zealots and groups like the Samaritans who were taking a hands on approach to shutting Adriel's reach down. The remaining Warrior Nuns had been quite busy helping to sort out the mess.

Ava wanted to help Beatrice and the other sister's, but Beatrice convinced her it was better if she remained safe at the compound. She wasn't happy about it, but she didn't put up much of a fight.. Instead she spent most of her time with Jillian in the arc room, making sure what was left of the portal couldn't be used to build a new one. Thankfully, Mother Superion had been able to detonate the explosives before Adriel's acolytes could get to it.

Beatrice checked in on them, quietly of course, each time she had a free moment. Nearly each time she peeked in on them they were sitting together on the floor quietly talking or silently sorting through the rumble pulling out the remaining divinium to melt down into weapons for the OCS. She knew Ava was feeling guilty for Michael's death and wanted to do anything she could to help ease Jillian's pain. She also knew that Ava had connected with him and being around Jillian was helping to ease her own grief.

When Ava wasn't with Jillian, she was with Beatrice and Mother Superion, pulling any last ditch efforts to stop Adriel, with little avail. Beatrice could tell Ava was getting frustrated with the realization that the best thing for her to do now was back out of the fight and keep the halo protected. She tried to not let Beatrice know this, but Ava never could keep much from her.

While Ava was keeping busy, Beatrice was setting things up for when they left. The day after the fight at Arq-tech, she had sent off a letter to an old friend who she hoped would help her and Ava get settled in the wizarding world. That had been the most daunting thing she'd done in a very long time. It had been years since she spoke to Hermione, not since they had finished at Hogwarts. She had made a promise to herself and her parents that she would never return to the wizarding world, and up until now she had kept that promise.

It had taken a dozen drafts of the letter before she finally settled on one. Then she nervously drove into Madrid to a little shop she had noticed while walking the town with Ava. She had felt the magic radiating off the place, almost like it was calling to her own magic. She hated to admit this, but it had felt good walking into the building and out to the courtyard where the patron had directed her. She didn't have her wand on her, so he stepped out behind her to open the gateway.

She quickly exchanged a few euros for wizarding gold at the bank and then headed out to the post to send her letter via owl. She tried not to look around much. She didn't want to know what had changed, nor did she want feel the longing bubbling up inside of her. She was there for one reason and only that. She didn't want to get sucked back into the craziness that magic brought.

She heard back from Hermione three days later, three anxiety filled days. Thankfully she had been outside when the owl arrived, which had caused a moment of relief. That was until she held the letter in her hand and the owl didn't swoop away. Which meant it was waiting for her to send a response. Dread filled her chest as she frantically tried to figure out how to hide the owl until she was ready to read the letter, which wasn't at that moment.

"Wait here," she told it, then quickly made her way into the compound and up into her room. She opened her window and called for the owl, who swooped into the room a few moments later perching on the windowsill. After making sure her door was closed, she went into her bathroom and got a little cup of water for it.

She sat on her bed with the unopened letter in her hands, building up the courage to open it for what felt like forever. Anxiety and fear swirled inside of her, mixing with a feeling she really didn't want to be feeling, excitement. It wasn't until that moment that she realized just how much she missed her friend, and dare she admit it, how much she missed the wizarding world.

Beatrice was so caught up in the myriad of emotions and thoughts, that she didn't hear Ava come into her room until she heard her exclaim, "There's an owl in your window." She looked up just in time to see Ava walking towards the bird with her hand outstretched.

She couldn't help herself. For a moment she melted at the sight of Ava petting the pretty brown owl, who was hooting softly at the touch as it moved towards her. Ava had a childlike smile and wonder on her face. Her chest filled with happiness at the sight, but that happiness quickly turned to dread when she registered that Ava was petting the owl she had been trying to hide from everyone, especially her.

Ava looked over at her and she had to fight not to look as worried as she felt. So she smiled at her and tried her best not to shift uncomfortably on the bed.

"It's so friendly," Ava chuckled. "Did it just fly in and decide to stay?"

Beatrice tried to say something, but instead of words coming out, a strange gurgling escaped. She quickly closed her mouth and prayed that Ava hadn't heard.

No such luck. "You good Bea?" Ava asked, abandoning her petting. She leaned up against the windowsill and looked at her expectantly. Like she was ready to hear whatever Beatrice had to say.

"Y…" she cleared her throat. "Yeah. I'm alright."

"You don't really look it. Are you feeling okay?"

"Um," she uncharacteristically said, and immediately regretted it, because Ava suddenly looked very worried and had pushed off from the window.

As she climbed onto the bed next to her, Ava said, "Now I know something's wrong. What's up Bea?" She reached over and took her hand and gave it a little squeeze, momentarily making Beatrice forget why she was so worried. "You can tell me anything."

"I know," Beatrice sighed lightly, then gave Ava a soft smile. It was hard not to feel a sense of ease when Ava was around. When she wasn't infuriating her, that is. She smiled at the thought.

Suddenly she wasn't sure why she was so worried about telling Ava about her magical past. She knew Ava would never shame her for it. She might be a little upset with her for keeping it a secret, and most definitely find it cool, but never shame. She honestly didn't think Ava was capable of having such a negative emotion.

She looked down at the letter, then up at the owl still sitting in the window who was watching them curiously. Then she looked Ava in the eyes and all the worry that had been building over the last few days melted away. She wondered if that was a special human Ava gift or a halo Ava power.

"I have to tell you something," she began. "Something about my past. I haven't been completely honest with you… or anyone really. Nobody here knows about this. But I want to tell you."

"Okay. I'm all ears. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Beatrice nodded slightly then looked back to the owl. "I don't know if you'll believe it."

"Bea, I have a halo from another dimension in my back and fight with a whole group of secret warrior nuns to take down demons. Also, there's an owl just chilling on your windowsill watching us. So, I'm sure whatever you have to say isn't nearly as crazy as that."

"Well it involves the owl, so maybe." She smiled when Ava gasped, "Cool."

She decided to just rip the bandaid off and hope Ava believed what she was saying. "The owl delivered a letter to me from an old friend who I wrote to see about helping us to disappear." She picked the letter up and showed it to her. "See."

Ava took the letter, then looked over at the owl, and back to the letter, all with confusion written on her face. She looked up at Beatrice. "Cool. Like when armies used pigeons during the world wars. You haven't opened it yet."

"No… I was working up the courage to open it."

"But she's a friend. Are you afraid she'll say no?"

"No. I'm afraid she'll say yes," Beatrice said without thinking.

"Oh," Ava said, as she gently placed the letter back down, suddenly sounding hurt. "So you don't want to come with me after all."

"No," Beatrice frantically said as she reached out to take Ava's hands. Then strongly said, "No Ava. I promise I want to come with you. That's not why I'm worried."

"Oh. Okay," she replied, then looked at Beatrice with her full attention again. Before it had been calming, but now it was making Beatrice nervous again. She broke her gaze away from Ava, and down to the letter. "You know how tough it is for me to accept that certain things about me aren't bad."

"So this is about you being gay?"

"Sorta," Beatrice sighed.

Beatrice froze when she felt Ava's hand touching her thigh. This wasn't an unusual thing to happen. Ava was a very affectionate person. She was often touching her, or hugging her, or even kissing her cheeks. She had somewhat grown used to it, and had even found comfort in it.

She took a moment to let Ava's touch calm her again, and then took a deep breath. "I'm a witch."

Ava cocked her head to the side in confusion, and for a brief moment Beatrice thought how cute she looked. "But you're a nun. Can nuns be pagan, cause I have so many questions?"

Beatrice snorted. She didn't mean to, but it just slipped out. Of course Ava would somehow manage to learn about paganism while being paralyzed in the care of a Catholic Nun. Also the way she said it was just so damn innocently adorable.

"No. We can't be pagan," Beatrice chuckled lightly.

Ava looked bummed at that. "Damn. That would have been interesting. Not that you're not interesting."

"I know Ava."

"So what type of witch are you then?" She looked interested again.

"Technically I'm a wizard, but witch is commonly what girls are called in that society. They… We use wands to channel our magic."

"Are you fucking with me?" Ava asked, not unkindly.

"I'm not, but I understand the urge to question it. I did as well. For quite awhile, even after I was shown proof." She stood up and as she gently pulled Ava up, she said, "Let me show you."

Beatrice turned them so they were facing the bed and then focused all of her attention onto the letter, then changed her mind. She had been practicing the last few days to levitate a few things, but wandless magic was especially hard and she was a bit rusty. She didn't want to accidentally blow the letter up, which has been known to happen occasionally.

She turned them around again, and instead focused on the brush at her dresser. It was a little harder with Ava avidly watching her with a mix of concern and wonder. "Watch the brush," she directed after a few minutes, and Ava sheepishly looked away.

With Ava looking away she felt the magic flow in her a little easier and after a minute she whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa." The brush didn't move at first, so she pushed her magic out as best she could. This had been a lot easier when she was in school, but then again, she had practiced for years before she was able to practice wandless magic with ease. The brush finally rose a few inches off the surface and gently swayed from side to side, probably because Beatrice was shaking light due to exertion and a little bit of excitement.

Ava whooped loudly beside her, causing her to lose her concentration. The brush clattered to the surface.

"That was so cool," Ava burst. "Do it again."

Beatrice smiled at Ava, as her excitement was infectious. "I can't," she said gently. "It took a lot of energy to do that. Wandless magic is incredibly hard to do, especially when you're out of practice."

"I have so many questions. I don't know where to start."

Beatrice pointed to the bed as she said, "How about I start, then and we can go from there."

Ava bounced over to the bed and flopped on doing a twist to face Beatrice. She then looked up at her with that childlike wonder again, once again thinking how cute she looked. It made her smile again, and for what felt like the hundredth time, felt a little more at ease with it all.

She followed Ava and gracefully reclaimed her spot on the bed. "I was eleven when I discovered I was a witch, when a delegate of a wizarding school in England came to offer me a place there. Professor McGonagall, was a lot like Mother Superion. Very much the type to get down to business. I admire that about her. She explained to me and my parents about my magic and the wizarding world. Of course showing us the proof of what she was saying by serving us tea and biscuits with her wand. I was enthralled by this strange person and her floating tray of magical tea kettles and cups. Eager even, to learn more about her and the magical land she was speaking of. In my child mind it was all fascinating. Much like I am positive you are feeling."

She gave Ava a sly grin but it slowly ran away.

"They weren't okay with it, were they?"

"No," she sighed. "No they weren't. They demanded Professor McGonagall to leave and to never return, vowing that their daughter was going to a proper school and wouldn't have anything to do with her evil ways."

Ava muttered, "Typical," under her breath, then segued into her next question. "So obviously you learned magic, so how did you convince them to let you go?"

"It wasn't me. Professor McGonagall firmly explained that my not attending Hogwarts wasn't an option because untrained wizards were a danger. At the time I thought she was just making up something so they would allow me to attend, but later found out that it is dangerous for muggleborn wizards to remain untrained. Our magic can build up in us and be released in inopportune times. And since we are untrained we aren't able to control it."

"So that's all it took?"

"No, of course not. As you know my parents are…"

"Ignorant. Asinine. Buffoons."

"Stubborn."

"Was gonna say that next."

Beatrice chuckled. "They're stubborn. They only reluctantly agreed to allow me to attend after Professor McGonagall explained that there were laws put in place to protect muggleborn students should their parents be reluctant. Legal ways for the school to gain custody of me if extreme measures should be needed. My parents didn't like this of course, but they did have a healthy respect for the law and more than anything, didn't want to be made to look bad."

"Yay. So you got to go to wizarding school."

"I did," Beatrice sighed.

"Was it not fun? Did you not like it?"

"I did enjoy it immensely."

"Then what is it?"

"It's the same as my being… You know."

"Bea, sweetie. I thought you were doing better with this. It's okay for you to say gay. It's okay for you to be gay."

"I know. It's just… It's just…"

"It's just that they made you hate that part of you," Ava finished for her. They had many talks about it during their time in the Alps, as they lay in their bed late at night unable to sleep. Ava was a talker and she was persistent in wanting to know everything she could about Beatrice. It had scared her at first, opening up like that, but Ava had this amazing ability to make her feel safe… and loved. Which also scared her to death, but she wasn't ready to unpack that yet.

Beatrice nodded her head. "They still expected me to be their perfect daughter and to achieve everything they had planned for me. They were willing to let me go but only if I kept up with my regular schooling, while also excelling at wizarding school. They allowed it, but weren't happy with it and made that part known every chance they got. I wasn't allowed to talk about school when I was home, and while at school I did my best to not talk about home. I also knew that I could never stay in the Wizarding world after graduation. I was expected to return to normal society and forget that I was… tainted with evil. So I never really made many friends. I spent most of my time either in the library studying, in empty classrooms, or tucked in my bed."

"Sounds lonely," Ava sighed.

"It could be at times. My roommates were nice to me and tried to be my friend, but I never really let them in, too afraid to make real friends that I would have to leave and forget one day."

"But you did make a friend, didn't you? That's who you wrote to?"

Beatrice nodded her head as she picked up her letter. "I met Hermione towards the end of first year. I had seen her around of course, as she was always in the library studying, but we had never really said hi. We were in different houses, outside of meal time or the occasional class we shared, the library was the only place different houses mingled. I was working on some advanced biology work one day, when she noticed the book and stopped to ask me about it. Even in Ravenclaw, the house that I was in, which prioritized education as one of it's core qualities, it was rare to see students working on non-magical education. According to Hermione, in Gryffindor it was to see students caring about magical education outside of assigned course work."

Ava giggled at the funny names but didn't say anything. She laid down on the bed, propping her head in one hand and continued to watch as Beatrice continued her story.

"Hermione was incredibly smart and like me, a muggleborn student. We talked for quite a while after that. She seemed thrilled by it and honestly it was nice to have someone to talk to about my muggle education in addition to my wizarding. After that we both kind of gravitated towards each other. Often times, simply sitting in the same space passing books back and forth to share something interesting the other had learned. She had two other friends who were with her sometimes, and we occasionally talked as well, but neither were as studious as Hermione. I preferred when it was just the two of us. Harry and Ron are nice but I never really clicked with them like I did Hermione. We just didn't have enough in common. Hermione caught on to this after a while and she would carve out time for it to just be the two of us. We found an empty classroom that on one ever used and made it our own little sanctuary. When I was with Hermione, I was just able to be me, and able to forget about how my parents saw me. Much like when I'm with you."

"Were you ever more than friends?"

For a moment, Beatrice thought she heard a faint hint of jealousy in Ava's voice, but dismissed it. She nibbled on her lip for a minute contemplating how to word it. "No. We were only ever just friends. She did know about my being gay. She had caught me a few times glancing at a girl I had a crush on and subtly hinted at it, just to make sure I knew it was safe to talk about it.

"And did you?"

"A little, yeah. Especially the summer after fifth year. I had met a girl at a local cafe I like to go to who I was enthralled with, and told Hermione all about it. My mother found the letters though and wasn't happy. She did what she always did and made me feel like I wasn't normal. That who I was was unnatural. Hermione tried to make me feel like it was okay, but my mother was good at making me feel like he was right. As you know."

Ava nodded her head . "So what happened then? After… What was it, Hogsmarts?"

"Warts. Hogwarts."

"Funny names," she giggled. "So what happened after Hogwarts? Did you stay in touch?"

"We lost touch for a while after sixth year, but that was because of the war. Muggleborns were being hunted, so I couldn't return to Hogwarts, or the wizarding world, without fear of being arrested. Hermione was off with Harry and Ron trying to save everyone from the dark wizard who had taken over, but that's a whole other story for another time."

"Awe. Sounds interesting."

"I'll tell you all about it when we get settled," she smiled. "After sixth year my parents sent me off to the Catholic Boarding school in Switzerland, as a way to make me fall in line, where as you know I excelled. I spent two years there before going on to start my discernment."

Ava sat up. "So when you decided to become a nun, and it was partially because you were a witch and not just because you're gay?"

Beatrice sat up too. "Yes, partially. As we've already talked about, I did find an inner peace with scripture and being with other nuns, but the deciding factor of taking my vows was to save my eternal soul from damnation."

Ava frowned. "Do you still feel that way? Like the only way for you to find peace after this life is to push those things aside?"

"I…" Beatrice paused, and thought about it for a minute. She wanted to be honest with Ava, but that meant first being honest with herself. It had been a tough few months, that have shaken her belief to the core. More so because of spending time with Ava, who has helped her to accept her sexuality. But to tell Ava that, made it real in Beatrice's mind, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that.

Ava grabbed her hand.

She looked up into her caring eyes and felt a calm run over her. How did she always do that? "I'm not sure what I believe anymore or if being a nun is still right for me."

"You can take all the time you need to figure it out, and I'll be here for whatever you need."

"Thank you."

"So what happened with, Hermione? Did you ever see each other again?"

"She wrote to me about a year after I left school, to let me know that she was safe and that the dark wizard had been taken care of. She warned me not to come back to the wizarding world for a little while though because they had to do damage control. We wrote regularly for about a year, but it drifted off after that. I told her about wanting to take the vows and my desire for a magic free life. She respected that. I met up with her one time about a year into my discernment. I asked her to keep my wand safe for me, just in case I would ever need it. My parents had already destroyed all my school books and clothing, but I couldn't let them destroy my wand."

"It's a part of you," Ava said, understanding what she wasn't able to say. Beatrice just nodded her head. Ava looked down at the letter. "So to keep m… the halo safe, you're willing to confront that part of you again. Even though it scares you. I can understand that." She looked back up at her. "Are you ready to read it now."

Beatrice nodded her head but made no moves to actually pick up the letter.

"Do you want me to read it to you?" Ava asked gently.

Beatrice nodded her head and then gently handed the letter to Ava. She was thankful to have Ava there with her as she embraced her past. She really couldn't see herself doing it without Ava there. She found herself wondering, not for the first time, how this beautiful soul had ended up in her life as her best friend.

~Warrior Nun ~ Harry Potter ~