Summary:After 13 years of living in Germany, Sirius' old flame joins the Order of the Phoenix. Her only son, a few months older than Harry, turns out to havean unexpected twist of fate as he contemplates switching schools and dealing with an uncle who…well you'll see. Can an old love be renewed or will unresolved conflicts tear them apart…again. SB/OC, and other twists.

A/N:I know stories with added main characters tend to muck things up but I've spent a lot of time on this one (in my head) and I hope it turns out well. I'm going to try to stay as canon as possible, plot, ages, years, but sometime a slight tweak is necessary…maybe I should rephrase that, Sirius' life WILL be canon, I can't say that for the rest though. BTW, this chapter is set during the summer before Harry arrives at Grimmauld Place in OOTP. This chapter also won't seem to have much going on, but it's important in getting to know my characters. Oh, Tanja and Rion will sporatically be speaking german, I will have translations at the end. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to the amazing Jo Rowling, without whom my life would be in complete and utter disarray.

Chapter 1: Order and Moving

As she walked up that once familiar gravel path, she contemplated how far it truly was from the village to what felt like an old home. Thoughts of what she would say flourished through her head as she entered through the large oak doors she hadn't seen in 13 years.

Once inside she proceeded up to the 7th floor where she knew he'd be sitting in his study. I never thought Albus Dumbledorewould be the kind of man to spend his summer vacations at work, even if he wasn't working. But I guess with his only family so near… she thought as she left the spiral staircase and raised the brass knocker, and dropped it with a resounding CLANG!

"Come in," came an old, yet familiar voice from behind the door. As she ventured into the room she noticed it hadn't changed much from when she went to Hogwarts, a few more silver instruments were lying upon the spindly legged tables, but Fawkes's perch was still there. The phoenix, however, was perched upon Dumbledore's desk, Dumbledore stroking him absentmindedly. Continuing to stroke the phoenix, Dumbledore looked up at the dark-haired, hazel eyed witch as she entered his office. "How can I be of assistance to you this evening?" He asked, motioning for her to sit in the chair opposite his own.

"I'm looking to join the Order of the Phoenix. I was told you were the one to see about it," she answered taking a seat.

"You were told correctly," He said, and scribbled something on a spare piece of parchment. Then he spoke again, "Here is the address for headquarters. There is a meeting at 4:30 tomorrow. Many stay afterwards for dinner; shall I inform Molly that there'll be another?"

"Yes." She replied, and looked down to read the address written on the piece of parchment, 12 Grimmauld Place.She stared at the parchment for a moment, not wanting to believe what she had read. "Grimmauld Place," she mouthed, unsure if she read it right. "You mean the…..the…." she spoke, but she couldn't say Black Manorno matter how hard she tried, as she was not the secret keeper she could not disclose the location, in any fashion. Dumbledore chuckled to himself, "Yes, the Black Manor, I daresay you've been there before." She nodded. "I won't deny you knowledge some of your old schoolmates are also members. Although I must warn you not to reminisce or pick your fights until after the meeting has come to a close."

"I'll try my best…Will he be there?" she asked, a knot furling and unfurling uncomfortably somewhere in the region of her stomach.

Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, his piercing blue eyes meeting her hazel ones. A small smile of recognition appeared on his face as he replied, "Yes, he'll be there."

Trying to regain her composure she said, "Well, I'll be there then, and you can tell Molly, I believe you said, that I'll be staying for dinner. Thank you very much sir." She got up to leave, he spoke again, "Oh, there is one more thing, can you produce a Patronus charm?"

"Expecto Patronum!" she cried. A silver lioness sprang out of her wand, walked around his desk and disappeared.

"Very well then, I don't believe we have a lion among us yet."

"It's my animagus form also." She added.

"I believe I remember that from when you were in school, one of the youngest witches documented to successfully become an animagus, if I can recall correctly."

She smiled at the memory, she had successfully transformed the summer before her third year, "Yes. That would be correct." He nodded in consent and as she was about to shut the door, he called after her, "I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Reichland." She looked back at him and smiled, "See you tomorrow, Professor."

She wound her way back through the school, down the path, and into the village of Hogsmede, where she was finally able to aparate back home. She had one obstacle down and the more difficult one still to come, telling her son.

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Once she arrived at home, Tanja sat down at the kitchen table to collect her thoughts. I know he's not going to want to move….I want him to choose….but what about what I want? She placed her head in her hands and groaned.

"Mutti? Is that you in the kitchen?" a boy's voice called from down the hall.

"Yes, Rion, it's me."

"How can I be sure." He called back, his voice sounding a little closer now.

"The last thing I said to you before I left was 'Rion, pick up that pig sty you call a room. I'm off to a meeting with Albus Dumbledore; I want it clean by the time I come home."

Rionpoked his head around the doorway into the kitchen. "Yea, but any mom would say that to her child at some point, it's not a bad guess for a Death Eater to make."

"Yea, well how about this. You, Orion Theron Reichland, are named after both your grandfathers, paternal and maternal in that order. More commonly you are called Rion, especially by me. You'venever known much of your family save for me, my father and my mother although she's terminally insane and it's amazing when she can remember my name let alone yours." She looked at her son's faltering expression at her explanation of him, "How's a Death Eater to know all that?"

"I don't think one would," he said with a smile, "the kids at school don't even know my full name." Tanja smiled at him. "Sit down, I want to talk to you about something." He gave her a confused look and sat down next to her at the table.

She took a deep breath then started, "What do you think about moving to England?"

"England?" He replied, "Why on earth would you want to move us to England?"

"As you know, I went to talk to Albus Dumbledore tonight about joining the Order of the Phoenix, the anti-You-Know-Who group, and it would be substantially easier for me to help them if I was in the same country."

"What about school? What about my friends? It may be convenient for you but what about me?" he asked her, a little louder than necessary. Tanja was ready for this, she'd been contemplating it for much of the evening.

"I'll leave it at your choice. If we move, you can choose to go back to Durmstrang and finish school there, or you can transfer to Hogwarts, where I went. You have several cousins there, and I'm sure you'd fit in with some of them. As for your friends, you can always write to them. I used to love getting owls from my friends, and International Relations are very important, especially in times such as these."

"You mean you're leaving it up to me? Who are you and what have you done with my mother?"

"Ha ha, very funny. I know your friends are very important to you. They were to me when I was your age. I don't want to force you to do anything just because I want you to. My dad tried to do that to me, but my mum let me have my own choice. I've never forgotten it and I respected her all the more for it. I don't want you to end up hating me because of a decision I made for my life and it just so happens to effect yours. I love you Orion. I want you to be happy, and if I forced you to do something you didn't want, I don't know how I could live with knowing I was turning into my father."

"Wow. I didn't know one person could feel all that at once without exploding." He said after a moment and smirked. Tanja smiled at him, she was glad he could understand her bizarre ways of parenting. He then added, "When I eventually get married, I can only hope my wife will be as understanding as you."

"You'd be very lucky. I'm one of a kind." She smiled at him, which he returned also rolling his eyes at her. "So, did you clean that room of yours?"

Rion groaned, he had hoped she'd forgotten, "a little bit."

"Well then, let's see it." And she got up from the table, walked down the hall to his room and sighed. "Orion Theron! This room looks worse than when I left!" Rion hung his head. "I started cleaning, then I needed a place to put stuff and I started to reorganize my closet and well, you know how that goes, the more stuff you have to move the more it becomes disheveled because you were trying to find a place for something. But if we're moving, I'll just have to pack it all up anyway, so what's the point in cleaning now."

Tanja, looked at him for a moment, "You don't need to answer yet. Think about it for a while, just to make me think you didn't rush into the decision." She said calmly, forgetting she was upset with him for not cleaning. Regardless, Tanja hugged him a little awkwardly as he was now taller than her. And then she stared at the face of her 15 year old. She could see a bit of relief and excitement in his hazel eyes, her eyes, and she sent her son off to get ready for bed.

A/N: I know there's only so much going on here, but it's important. You'll learn more about Tanja and Rion and how they fit into everything soon. I don't want to have an overload of information so I'm not going to give you all the information about Tanja and Rion (which are more commonly seen as Tanya and Ryan, but still pronounced the same) in one sitting. I personally enjoy trying to piece things together and do the same in my writing. But fear not, you will know everything soon enough.

Mutti Mom