A/N: Okay so here is the deal. This story skips to the equivalent of Harry's fifth year of Hogwarts after the Weasley boys leave and set up shop. In a small twist I killed off Mad-eye at the ministry instead of Black since he'll play a rather large role in this story as it goes along.

Ok, now time for disclaimers, I own no part of Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I am simply a huge fan of the series. Always have been, always will be. That being said, the OCs and story-line are, mainly, my own.

Warning - language used!

On with the story!

She perched on the balcony, careful not to drape a shadow through the window. Her grey eyes scanned the hall as one by one the lights went out. Her prey, however, never appeared from on the steps. Old bastard must have fallen asleep on the first level. Her head tilted as a breeze brushed her face, mentally mapping out her route. Finally she hopped down from the rail and slipped in through the window. Something about how easily she was able to jimmy the lock didn't set right with her. For those who posed the most danger to the dark lord they didn't seem too wary about locking up at night. Maybe, She thought as a smirk settled on her lips, they're just that cocky.

She carefully made her way down to the first landing, incredibly light on her feet for someone wearing combat boots. She scanned the hall before finally climbing down the rest of the stairs. She scowled as she crept through the house. Not in the living room, nor the dining….maybe her information was off. After all, man escaped from Azkaban. Surely he wouldn't just fall asleep in the open…

Her head tilted as she heard a subtle snoring from the den. Then again, now that she thought about it, her father had escaped too and he was next to useless. Well, now, maybe I overestimated you… She carefully pushed the old door open, taking a breath as she saw his black, slightly graying hair in the faint lighting of the waning fireplace. This was it. Finally.

Her mission for the night was simple.

Kill the man who had abandoned her family.

Kill the man that represented the only family Potter had left.

Kill Sirius Black…

Just as the stream of light left her wand she felt a piercing pain in her back, knocking her off balance. The force of the attack flung her harshly into the wall, snapping her head back into the mantle of the fire place. With a hazy groan she turned her head, glaring up at her attacker and was shocked to find not only one, but several adult wizards now clambering down the stairs. She felt like the back of her head was on fire, feeling the warmth of her blood trickle down her neck. She went to push herself off the floor but found her arms wouldn't budge. She turned her head back forward and glared at the elderly wizard currently looming over her, her wand in his hand. Dumbledore. That was a detail her sources left out. Before she could say anything else, however, another light blinded her and then all she saw was black.

"Who the bloody hell is that?!" Arthur stuttered, hurriedly adjusting his night cap as Sirius slowly stood. So much for a restful sleep...

"Everyone, this young woman is Emma Wolf." Dumbledore stated simply, handing the extra wand to Remus as he began to draw a containment circle along the floor around the girl's motionless figure.

"No...that little thing? She can't be..." Remus gawked, running a hand awkwardly through his hair. His eyes caught the dark mark radiating on her pale skin. "How...Why?"

"What is she doing here?" Sirius asked quietly, Arthur jumped, honestly forgetting he'd been there.

"Trying to kill you as it would appear, Sirius." Albus answered simply as he finished the circle. "She almost succeeded, good thing nature called, huh?" he added casually, patting Sirius's shoulder before heading towards the kitchen.

"Wait, Professor, what are we going to do with her?" Harry asked from the stairs, his hair sticking up in odd directions.

"Well, we can't exactly let her leave now that she knows where you and the Order are…" he called over his shoulder, Remus at his heels trying to talk sense into him.

"Albus, don't tell me you knew-"

"Why would you think of such things? I am simply a forgetful old man, Remus, who forgot about the window at the end of the hall." He mused with a small shrug, continuing his stride into the kitchen despite the look of anger and confusion that crossed Lupin's features.

Arthur looked after the headmaster in disbelief, "Is Dumbledore insane?! That girl is a menace!"

"I have come to learn there is always method to his madness, Arthur." Sirius responded then glanced back down to the girl who had begun to stir slightly. Why was she there to kill him? Albus he could understand. Harry he could understand. Why him? He looked back, realizing Harry was still frozen on the stairs.

"Who is she...?"

"Harry, she is a very dangerous witch. Aligned with Voldemort. She's..." He looked back, watching the haphazard black curls fall out of her severe bun as she sat up. "Well, she's like a young version of my cousin. Bellatrix, only...sprinkle less crazy, and a dash more deadly." He finished, a chill creeping up his spine as he heard a soft cackle from the young woman as she carefully sat up.

"Oh. Sirius...if only you had half a clue..." She chuckled again, sounding to Harry like someone who had had a shot too much Firewiskey, as he watched her reach up and wipe the blood from her neck tenderly. Pitty. She liked this top too... "What are you going to do with me now, padfoot, hmm? Kill me? Dump me at the Ministry?"

"What are yo-"

"No, Sirius, don't give into her ploys..." Albus warned softly from the doorway, seeing the venom flash behind those grey eyes as Emma spoke.

She let out a creaky laugh as she sat there, rolling her eyes over to the elder wizard. "Oh, there's the man of the hour...gonna slaughter me while I sit here defenseless then? Maybe torture me a bit for information?" She mused, voice holding a sick sort of amusement to it. Harry could tell as he moved closer the girl seemed to be a few years older than himself, her arms marred with faint cuts and scrapes though she didn't seem to care about the back of her head.

"I should, for what you've done here tonight. The crimes you've committed against the wizarding world." He paused in his approach, seeing the way her fingers flexed idly as if resisting the temptation to fidget. He cast his eyes around the room, noting a small sliver locket gleaming under the mantle. "But...we won't. Let's get you cleaned up, miss Wolfe, then we can discuss...arrangements." Before she could retort, however, everything went black again as she slumped against the mantle once more. There, that would hold her for a bit longer.

"Professor..."

"Harry, be a dear boy and fetch the dressings from the bathroom please."

"But sir -" He stopped as the headmaster turned his eyes on him, finally heading off to find the dressings to help someone who had just tried to kill his godfather. He was really beginning to think Dumbledore had lost his marbles.