Prologue

The moon was almost full in the sky this particular evening. Blocking it, however, were thick black clouds. The atmosphere on the usually cheery street was grim. Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the neighborhood, an argument was brewing at number 12 Grimauld. Although, this was quite normal for the people who were currently bickering in the invisible house. The evening was already dark and the argument inside seemed to heavily influence it.

"I am telling you, Albus, unless we give them something of worth to them, they will completely side with You-know-who. There is no in-between! And what's worse is what we need is completely impossible to obtain. They know who we are, it would be a suicide mission!"

"Yes, yes, yes, we all know that, Diggle. We're trying to solve the problem not bloody repeat it 'till we're all beaten over the head with it," Moody barked.

"Well, I'm just saying-"

"Wasting our time is more like it," intoned Mundungus.

Another member scoffed, "Unless you have something intelligent to add, Fletcher, perhaps you should keep quiet?"

"See 'ere," Mundungus began.

A heavy sigh was interrupted the noise. Everyone turned to look at their leader. Albus Dumbledore sat at the head of the table looking entirely weary and disappointed all at once. He stood up and addressed the room.

"The very serious fact of the matter is that things are quickly becoming very dangerous. Only yesterday were the attacks on the muggle world during daytime. Voldemort is gaining more power as fear spreads. Now is not the time for all of us to fighting amongst ourselves. People, magic and muggle alike, are being killed and we must continue to remain united."

Everyone in the room was properly chastised. Silence reigned once more as they all internally tried to find a solution to the ever mounting problems.

Bill Weasley finally spoke up, "So what are we going to do?"

Dumbledore smiled faintly, a bit of the usual twinkle returning to his eyes.

"We cannot retaliate directly to all of these attacks because of the advantage Voldemort has in number. However, I have a solution to the issue concerning obtaining certain materials that will help us." He paused and briefly smiled again. "I have asked someone I know quite well to come and help us and she has graciously accepted."

"But Dumbledore they know our connections!"

"We've been working on this for months now, how is that possible?"

"How can we trust an outsider?"

Dumbledore raised his hand and waited for everyone to settle once more.

"This is a personal connection of mine. I can assure you that she is unknown to our enemy and is an ideal choice for this mission. I realize we have been working on a solution for some time now and I admit that this decision was a last resort. But you have my absolute confidence when I say that the woman who will be joining us is as trust worthy as every single one of you sitting at this table." He looked at each member as he said the next part, "I expect her to be welcomed. If I am correct, she should be here shortly."

As soon as he finished saying this a loud crashing noise was heard out in the hallway. Dumbledore's eyes crinkled as he smiled his usual all-knowing smile. "That must be her now."

Light footsteps approached the kitchen door. They paused briefly before the door was timidly pushed open. A woman, appearing to be no older than 22, now stood in the threshold. Her hair was wet and plastered to the sides of her face. Her clothes, skinny jeans and a fabric jacket were soaked through from rain. Her feet were covered only by soggy socks. She froze momentarily, eyes wide, as she took in each person occupying the room. A moment or two passed before seemed to gather herself.

"Sorry I'm late." Her accented voice was sweet and carried throughout the now quiet room. "My portkey got rerouted and I ended up in Japan."

Everyone was staring when Tonks stood up suddenly, succeeding in knocking over her chair, and threw herself at the stranger.

"Evie!"

AN: Hey guys! Thank-you for checking out my story! I've been on this site reading stories for a while now and figured I would join in and write a story too. My reasoning is that there is not nearly enough Snape/OC in the world and that's unacceptable…because Snape is the best and I feel like sometimes the Snape/Hermione pairing can be weird.

Just a warning, some of my story is going to be a bit AU (I mean I'm adding at least one new character). I'm not one of those people that practically copy the story word for word and just add an extra character. That being said I am going to try to follow the gist of J.K. Rowling's plotline and backgrounds but some of it will be a bit different.

I am not going to be describing my characters physical features in detail. One of the things I love about reading is that it takes you to a whole other place and you're able to picture so much in your own imagination. I want all of you to be able to picture her the way you do without influence. One thing that annoys me is that a lot of OC's seem to blonde, tall, tan, white, and have a perfect body. And there is nothing wrong with people who look like that. But I want to stress that heroines come in all different hair colors, heights, races, and sizes. There is no "perfect woman" out there and my character is certainly going to have her strengths and her flaws. That's what makes a heroine. It's not her looks that save her, it's the fact that she's able to be brave in the presence of fear and overcome whatever problem she's facing, in spite of her flaws and weaknesses.

This prologue is sort of a tester. I write in big spurts and then when editing I start changing everything. It's a bad habit that stems from me changing my mind too much. So to avoid posting and re-posting a bunch I want to have the majority of this written before I share it with you guys. Please let me know what you think!

PS: Please forgive any grammar mistakes! J