Authors Note: Hello! Please enjoy this first part of my new story! This may have some aspects that are not in canon with Harry Potter but the main storylines will be the same, just some added scenes here and there but will exist as it's own story. . . but who knows what happened in the bits JKR didn't write about?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

This was not possible, not possible at all.

But it was there.

Staring her right in the face.

"Are …" said Audrey slowly, dreading the answer. "Are you magical?"

"Er …" replied the man in front of her. "No?"

"Right," she said, trying to absorb the huge amount of new information pouring into her head. "What are you going to do now?"

The man frowned like he was facing a grim decision.

"I'm going to have to wipe your memory."

"Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures,

you don't know you're having one until you're right in the middle of it."

― E. A. Bucchianeri

The neighbourhood was dark and deserted and definitely not safe at eleven-thirty at night on Bridgeman Road, but Audrey Williams was feeling a little reckless and this was the quickest way back to her house; she was going to be a tiny bit stupid in exchange for a little excitement in the life she had been given.

Light spilled onto the road and four men tumbled out of a nearby pub, shouting at the steadily closing door. They smelt bad even compared with the rubbish bins perched precariously on the edge of the footpath; Audrey gave them a wide berth and continued walking, holding the strap of her bag to gain a small amount of security needed for a eighteen year old girl to walk alone at night.

A faint noise could be heard over the usual rumble of traffic and her ears sharpened, trying to identify the sound as danger. It sounded like a lot of voices jumbled together – too many to fit onto any of the streets she was on now. She brushed it off, focusing on the lecture she had attended that day; it was probably one of the parties in the field she was always hearing about from the locals.

If it had been that gang always on the news she wouldn't have survived. She had no defence except for a bag filled with five heavy textbooks. They were pretty substantial so maybe she'd be fine.

Audrey kept walking, eliminating any thoughts from her mind that were distracting her from the route she was taking; it was not unusual to get lost in the winding streets and dead ends of her town. What had Lina said today? Oh yes, her friend had invited her to spend a week at the beach. It sounded like a great escape from the essays and lectures that had controlled her life, dragging her along kicking and screaming but her dad probably wouldn't let her go, he never did.

Something kept eating away at the back of her mind – like she had forgotten something really important. Audrey took a quick look around and decided to take a short cut through the field, it would get her home faster so she could do the thing she had . . . that was weird, what had she forgotten to do?

The grass squelched underfoot as the young woman fought her way through a small forest, trying to avoid tripping on any sticks or stones that cropped up in her path. Audrey drew the collar up on her black coat and tucked her hands into the pockets. Even though it was summer, it felt quite cool in the evening air and the last thing she needed was a cold – her boss would murder her. The strange thing was, as she got closer and closer to the field the more she felt the need to get home. It was like a giant had wrapped her in string and was now pulling her in, faster and faster, and at the end she'd be horribly eaten alive. Her pace increased, setting her sights on her unseen destination.

"Ow!" Audrey cried as she fell back, hitting her head on a tree branch. "That doesn't feel nice at all," she elaborated, getting shakily back to her feet. It was only when she stopped grumbling and the wind died that Audrey realised she wasn't alone. There were people talking in the next clearing using raised voices and sounding faintly hysterical – these people were scared.

Very curious, Audrey crept quietly over to the next tree and pressed her back into it, making sure her curls of chocolate hair were not making their way into sight of the small clearing. Once she had a steady footing on the loose forest floor, she focused on the voices, leaning ever so slowly forwards to gain a greater vantage point for eavesdropping.

A girl was speaking, sounding anxious. "What if they can't get them down?"

"They will," said another voice – a boy this time, sounding less worried and more annoyed, "they'll find a way."

"Mad, though, to do something like that when the whole Ministry of Magic's out here tonight!" added the girl. "I mean; how do they expect to get away with it? Do you think they've been drinking, or are they just -"

She broke off like she had heard something and Audrey's heart started to beat rapidly. Trying to stay as quiet as possible she stepped forwards, facing the branch that had hit her. Not only were these people talking nonsense but they were about to discover her, hiding and listening to a conversation that should have been private. Making a quick decision, Audrey ran towards a clump of bushes and hoped to the high heavens that it'd be enough to cover her tall frame.

"Hello?" called another voice, different to the ones who had been speaking before. With a jolt that sent waves of relief through her stomach, Audrey heard another pair of footsteps nearby which were the source of the little group's interest. "Who's there?" She needed to get home, and fast, she had definitely forgotten something important and it seemed like the field had occupants other than herself.

Just as Audrey was preparing to make her escape, a shout came from so close behind her that it made her jump about a foot in the air. She couldn't make out exactly what the man had said but a green light was suddenly illuminating the patch of trees, shooting something into the sky like a firework. It was hard to make out from under the leaves, but Audrey could clearly make out a skull shape and what looked like a serpent protruding from its mouth.

For a moment, nothing happened, only the wind whistling through the trees and an eerie silence to accompany it …

Then the screaming started.

She was so wrapped up in dread by now that Audrey couldn't move for fear of making herself visible to the unknown people around her. The screams were so twisted and terrified and so full of horror that Audrey recognised the firework as something dangerous. Of course it was, it had just appeared when that man had called for it.

The man!

Audrey whipped around in her crouched position to see a head. Just that, a head. Floating in the middle of the trees with eyes shrouded in darkness, gazing in wonder at the beautiful mark above him.

Her breathing quickened as she stared in petrified bewilderment at the man … and the man stared back. Their eyes locked and for a moment, it was like Audrey was connected with him – like she could understand.

Audrey inhaled sharply and twisted back around, praying that he didn't see her.

She heard a footstep and started to shake.

The sound felt ominous and Audrey tensed, drawing her legs into her chest.

Two steps.

He only needed a few more to reach her – And what was making the crunching noise if he was only a head?

Three steps.

She was going to die. Too much had happened in the space of five minutes and Audrey was trapped between two equally foreign people.

Four steps.

The leaves rustled behind her making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She couldn't turn around to save her life.

Five steps.

She could hear people running in the distance, smell the fresh leaves on the floor below her, feel the bush digging into her back, and all she could focus on was a little caterpillar that was happily going about its life.

Audrey could hear heavy breathing about a metre away from her ear. This was it.

"Who's there?" someone asked, clear and refreshing over the sound of impending doom.

"Harry, come on, move!" said another voice, the same girl, sounding almost as terrified as Audrey was. The words were the trigger for the increasing adrenaline running through her body and she sprung up, using all her courage to run past the young people and sprint towards the edge of the forest; the field was closest and at least she'd be in an open space.

Dirt flicked up behind her as she scrambled up the last hill, desperately needing to get to somewhere safe. Audrey emerged from behind a great oak tree to see …

"What the …?" she said, halting in her tracks to stare at the scene before her.

It looked like a stadium, but not one like she'd ever seen before. It had golden walls that stretched skyward, completely dominating the landscape surrounding it; it would have fit thousands of people. There were tents dotted all over the field with some of the strangest things Audrey had ever seen. Flying broomsticks, moving posters, full outdoor kitchens, talking inanimate objects, and a number of small people dropping coins on the crowd.

Of course it would have looked nicer if everyone wasn't running all over the place, screaming in fear, the source of which seemed to be coming from a group of people with black dresses who had . . . no, that wasn't real right?

Four people were hanging upside-down like grotesque puppets, moving through the air.

What in the world was happing?

Her urge to get home was becoming unbearable but Audrey was now being overtaken by a need to help. The night's experience was so far outside of her perception of reality that it was like she was walking in a dream, and dreams can't hurt people. This strange community were in trouble and she couldn't just run away.

She saw a little girl trip on a tent pole, her mother leaving her, not realising she had fallen behind. Making a split second decision, Audrey ran forwards, helping the girl get back onto her feet and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

"Hey, you alright now?" asked Audrey, holding the girl's hands.

The girl nodded, her bottom lip trembling. "Mummy left me."

"I didn't see that," she replied reassuringly. "I think your mummy was just scared that she would lose you."


"What's your name?" asked Audrey, trying to locate her mother in the crowd of bustling people.

"Enid," said the girl. Before Audrey could reply, a huge explosion sounded from their right. They fell to the ground, the older girl protecting Enid with her body. She felt dirt enter every crevice and sneezed as it tickled her nose, the smoke was overpowering and it propelled Audrey to move.

"Come one," she said, grabbing Enid's hand again. They started running to nowhere in particular until they had a huge stroke of luck.

Someone took Enid into a warm hug, clinging onto the girl like she was their life anchor. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she said, swinging her daughter around.

They started running again and Audrey was left in the midst of a declining crowd. She realised with a sick feeling that the people in black had vanished, leaving the family lying on the ground, surrounded by concerned strangers.

Feeling nothing else but that burning desire to know more and help out, Audrey walked towards the group who were tending to the family. A sense of apprehension was thick in the air and they were all muttering to each other in hushed voices, obviously shocked by the amount of destruction in front of them.

"Are they going to be okay?" she asked the person nearest to her, a tall man with horn-rimmed glasses who looked about the same age as her.

The man turned to her and raised his eyebrows. "And who are you?"

Audrey mimicked his face, thinking this was not the time to be judgemental. "My name is Audrey Williams and I'm worried about these people."

"It's classified," he said haughtily, turning back to the family.

"No it's not," replied Audrey, pulling him back to face her, "those people over there are hurt and you have a huge crowd standing around and no one regulating who is getting close. That man over there is talking to his wife and that lady is comforting her children who can all see what has happened and I'm sure are asking questions."

He looked down at her appraisingly; his hair caught the firelight and Audrey gave an internal smile, she loved red hair. "They were hurt. We think it was a basic locomotion spell but we can't be sure, they are going to need their memories modified so that they can go back to being happily ignorant muggles."

Spells? Modify? Muggles? Was he mocking her by talking bullshit or was he actually being serious. He sure seemed convinced of his words.

"This is crazy," was all she managed to force out. "Absolute craziness."

The man looked confused for a couple of seconds, his eyes travelled to her skirt, coat and bag that had memorabilia from many things including the Cold Chisel logo and an embroidery pattern of Lina and herself, showing clearly the difference between their blond and brown hair. Audrey's deep brown eyes stood out in this, like they were staring at your darkest secrets, or so Lina had said. His eyes widened and he took an involuntary step backwards.

He pointed a long, thin piece of wood at her and whispered something, making a jet of purple light erupt from the end and engulf her; after a few minutes the light disappeared and Audrey allowed the full weight of her night to make her chest seize up and finally realise the complete insanity of what she was seeing.

This was not possible, not possible at all.

But it was there.

Staring her right in the face.

"Are …" started Audrey slowly, dreading the answer. "Are you magical?"

"Er …" replied the man in front of her. "No?"

"Right," she replied, trying to absorb the huge amount of new information pouring into her head. "What are you going to do now?"

The man frowned like he was facing a grim decision.

"I'm going to have to wipe your memory."

Authors Note: I like reviews; I'd really like to hear what you think of the story so far, whether it be good or bad.