A/N: New story alert. This is a Pilot chapter, see if anybody is interested. This story will be running alongside the Order of the Phoenix timeline, however it may be changed to fit my own plans. No hate please, as I haven't read the books in a long time I will be using the movies mainly as reference however I am making my way through OOTP currently. This will be a Sirius/OC story with some distressing scenes, warnings will be given.

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Typos are God's will I am sorry

- Chapter 1-

Black Rose

Remus tugged consciously at the tightness of his dark shirt collar, eyes flickering between the slightly chipped watch on his left wrist, whose arm was edging closer to the hour mark, and the busy street before him. Upon waking this morning, the last place the ex-professor was expecting to be today was loitering among the muggle masses in the cool air of london in early Autumn. No, in fact this was the last place he wanted to be, he thought, narrowly avoiding a rushing muggle woman whose arms were filled with what Remus guessed to be shopping bags. Stepping further backwards until little room was left between himself and the towering building above, Remus Lupin exhaled slowly, calming his nerves. Dumbledore had been short and to the point, and for a man of few words nothing else should be expected. Go to Oxford Circus at 9pm, and wait for a Woman named Rose, she'll be expecting you. Checking his battered watch once more Remus let out a scoff, eye squinting at the time. 9:03. Whoever Dumbledore was expecting was late. Eyes shifting from the clock face to the heaving streets Remus let out a sigh. How in Merlin's name was this less than punctual woman to find him? At least 20 faces passed by the second and none were the wiser of his hidden location, shadowed by the cool stone buildings of the famous street. Almost caving to the growing urge to give up and return to the Headmaster empty handed, Remus practically missed the petite female walking directly towards him, nearly jumping out of his skin when a soft hand clasped his lower arm.

"Lupin..?" a soft voice charmed, reminding him of a gentle church choir.

Light brown eyes turned to the new arrival, widening slightly at the woman before him. Eyes so familiar that it took a second glance before Remus understood that this woman was not Lily potter. What were shockingly similar green orbs to Lily and later Harry in fact held more of a teal colour than the vibrant green of the Potter's. The next conclusion that Remus Lupin came to was that this woman was undeniably beautiful, so much so that he completely looked over the small infant balanced calmly on her right hip.

Coming to the conclusion that this was her man, Dumbledore having been less than specific with details and thus leaving Roseleen to make the assumption that the scarred towering man before her was best fit of that of Remus Lupin, member of the Order of the Phoenix. Feeling Leo Squirm in her grasp, groggy from their long journey, she asked again with more confidence.

"Mr Lupin? Dumbledore said you were to meet us here" She frowned slightly as confusion clouded the face of the stranger before her, his eyes frowning as he gazed at her son, as if her little Leo had seemingly appeared from thin air right before the man's eyes. Surely she hadn't got the man's identity wrong, although the scars that spanned his arguably handsome face were a clue, it was the uncomfortable shifting around muggles that had caught Rose's eye.

Realising that the woman had repeated herself again, Remus cleared his throat, becoming suddenly very self conscious of his wrinkled shirt and 3 day stubble. Knowing that his appearance often scared off women rather than entice them, he plastered what he hoped was a reassuring smile on his face before answering the brunette beauty before him.

"It seems you found me before I was able to find you" he said softly

"And please, just Remus is fine, none of that 'Mr' malarkey" Although looking at her closely Remus realised she looked almost young enough to call him professor! Brandishing a smile that he was sure could stop a killing curse in its tracks, the woman extended her free hand not occupied by an infant.

Grasping the soft hand in his rough ones, Remus almost missed her reply.

"Just Remus it is then, my name is Roseleen, but please call me Rose" removing her hand from his she adjusted the infant, no older than 1 by his guess, on her hip.

"And this is Leo"

The infant, although as beautiful as his mother, rosey cheeks and all, looked nothing like her Remus noted. Where light green eyes were to be expected were instead cool grey orbs with a splash of artic blue paired with a messy mop of vibrant white gold locks, a stark contrast to his mother's warm brown waves. The small infant looked wide eyed towards the slightly untidy man, casting his young innocent eyes over this new stranger before finding more interest in his mother's coat jacket. Satisfied the he had indeed found the correct woman and never a man to extent awkward small talk, Remus nodded once before hailing down a muggle taxi on the busy street. Although brief in description Dumbledore had insisted on no use of magical transport, insisting he use muggle transport to arrive at their destination. Following his lead Rose climbed into the stopped car, grasping tightly onto her son as she tucked into the low seats of the black cab. The driver eyed the couple and infant briefly, wondering how the, in his mind rather haggard looking man, managed to score a beauty such as the brunette sat beside him.

"Grimmauld Place, Islington" Remus said tightly, having noticed the Cabbies wandering eye. Shaking his head slightly the driver nodded, shifting slightly in his seat before pulling into the stream of traffic. Looking to his left Remus smiled softly, watching as Rose held an inquisitive Leo on her lap as wide grey eyes eagerly scanned the blurring streets of London, before he frowned once more, thoughts returning to that of the ever mysterious Albus Dumbledore.

Remus, along with the entirety of the Order, had noticed the old professors secretive plans of late. Not only had he practically eluded every soul since the untimely death of Cedric Diggory, any messages from him seemed to only confuse those they reached. Either the Professor had finally become the bumbling old fool that the lovely folk over at the Daily Prophet so liked to portray him as, or he is hiding something important, and for Remus he truly hoped it was the latter. With thoughts turning to the Order, Remus wondered whether Harry had arrived at the newly founded Order base, a smile tugging at his tight lips at the warm thought of Sirius and Harry's much overdue reunion.

12 Grimmauld place was, to be put simply, rather drab. Dark and dingy corridors ran along the entirety of the multi storey town house, leading to impossibly darker and damp rooms. A thick layer of dust lingered in every imaginable hiding spot adding to the strange rotting smell that seemed to emit from the very floor boards that currently several Order members were pacing across. Packed into a room, arguably too small and cluttered to host such an event, were the Order of the Phoenix, give or take a handful of members. Situated centre table, sat rather quietly, was no other than the notorious Sirius Black, looking slightly less Notorious than the wanted posters portrayed. Dark black curls falling just under his chin, quite fitting of the surname he held, paired with storm coloured eyes, at the fine age of 35 Sirius black was no less the handsome charmer of his youth. Giving a wink to the new female arrival Tonks, who blushed darkly. No, he definitely hadn't lost his looks, Sirius thought with slightly lifted lips as he turned back to the ensuing conversation. Although the raven haired man would have much prefered to be reunited with his Godson, Alastor having rescued him from those wretched muggles that called themselves Harry's blood family, Sirius knew that Order Business was of utmost importance. Hence pushing all focus from his only family and to the red-head member now holding the Order's attention.

"-and for once I must agree with my wife, Harry is too young to be introduced-not that he wouldn't jump at the thought so Sirius don't give me that look" Mr Weasley said quickly before Sirius could utter a word in, giving him a pointed look.

"We're not here to talk about Potter, although it seems our time is consumed dealing with that little half wit-" Alastor Moody piped up, glass eye spinning wildly in its leather pouch, earning the towering man the deserved title of Mad-Eye.

"-What we should be discussing is Lupin's absence, now I'm never one to doubt Dumbledore but why in God's name do we need a Veela half breed in the order? Especially a Moore!"

"Dumbledore has plans we can't poss-ib-ly understand, that's why he is in charge and not you, pat-chy-" Severus drawled out slowly, earning himself several glares from those still unsettled with his presence in the Order.

"-As for Miss Roseleen Moore, some more than oth-ers should know that last names don't dic-tate, an individual's actions" Severus concluded innocently, while Sirius fumed quietly in his seat adding another reason to his dislike for the snake. Having missed the tension, the kind hearted Weasley continued on from his colleagues words.

"Quite right Severus! I had the pleasure of working with Miss Moore last year-very bright Witch that one- and I can guarantee that she is nothing like those that carry her last name, except her father of course-great man he was-"

The house of Moore were as renoud as they were feared. A Pure blood Irish family built around disloyalty and betrayal shroud in more mishaps than a shakespearean tragic, with Roseleen Moore at the centre of the greatest play of them all.

"The death of Donovan Moore and his wife was shocking-" Mundungus Fletcher said, sounding as disinterested in the death of Roseleen's parents as possible "-but how do we know she won't follow in the footsteps of her family?"

"Well we can only hope, however I truly believe that the fact her own grandfather killed her parents, will place her firmly on our side" Arthur said darkly to a now silent room, coming to the defence of the absent young Witch he regarded highly.

Official Ministry documents may state the deaths of Donovan and Aurora Moore as unsolved murders, but those that couldn't be bribed knew the truth. Gallagher Moore murdered his only son and daughter-in-law for the dark lord, simultaneously orphaning his only Granddaughter, Roseleen Nora Moore.

"Woah who died in here?" Came an angelic voice, all eyes turning to small brunette filling the curtained doorway, shadowed secondly by Remus Lupin, with multiple eyebrows rising at the small infant tucked neatly in his large arm sleeping soundly.

Sirius stared confused momentarily at the beauty before him, eyes so familiar but then maybe not, no, far too teal coloured to be a Potter. Pouty rose lips-how fitting- that Sirius just couldn't believe to be natural led him to the conclusion that this striking woman must be Roseleen. Sirius had stood subconsciously-knocking a flustered Mundungus from his stool- out of manners or sheer shock he couldn't be quite sure. Now finding himself at the centre of Rose's attention and almost blushing-Sirius black was not and never would be known to blush from the gaze of a woman- he cleared his throat confidently, straightening his waistcoat and plastering a smile he knew-or hoped-would leave the woman before him blushing profusely.

"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?".

A/N: Do you like it? Please remember this is an introduction, plots do need time to develop.

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