Macaria awoke unsettled and unsure, something she was not used to and not comfortable with in the slightest. She could sense people around her, one or two wizards...and one were-wolf. She was taking stock of her situation and assessing herself for injuries when she felt someone touch her. She hadn't meant to but it was reflex. Her eyes, the colour of dried blood, snapped open instantly and without thinking she took the hand that rested on her shoulder and with one seamless motion swung whoever it was over her body then followed till she was straddling their middle with one of the daggers she had hidden in the leather bracers on her forearms. There was a gasp and a loud curse from somewhere and she realised she had the were-wolf of all people pinned and with ease, though that could be because she had a silver athame at his throat and it was most likely burning his flesh or at least causing him severe discomfort from the proximity of it. Should she nick his flesh however...he would be dead in minutes.

"Who are you and where am I?" Macaria growled at the wolf beneath her as she pressed the blade a little harder against his throat. She could feel someone contemplating drawing their wand on her but calculated that she would be able to kill the wolf and still get out of the way of any on-coming curses should they attempt it.

"I am Remus Lupin..."

"Don't lie to me! Lupin died in the first years of the war, he was one of the first to go. Too close to Harry. Now I won't ask again, who are you and where the fuck am I?" She cut over him with a snarl. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she leaned closer to the wolf so he could see, so he could look her in the eyes, and know she was not kidding.

"I can assure you I am Remus Lupin and I most certainly not dead. As for where you are you're in the Head Quarters of the Order of the Phoenix." The wolf replied. He was trying to stay calm but Macaria could see the clear signs of fear in him, she was trained to. She could also tell he wasn't lying which made things a lot more complicated as the only way he could be Remus Lupin was if she was in the past. Then it started filtering back; the fight she had been in, watching as they tore down her allies and her friends one by one. Only she, Harry and Angelo had escaped alive. But they had been followed, she had sent the two men on ahead, Harry was too important to loose. She on the other hand was expendable. Fighting, dueling, then being hit by that weird spell and waking here...fifteen years in the past. Before anyone could stop her she withdrew the knife, stood up and offered her hand to Lupin to help him up which he accepted with a confused and wary expression.

"My apologies Mister Lupin but in the time I come from you're dead and we're in the middle of a war so you must forgive my not believing you." She apologized stiffly as she slid the athame back into it's hidden sheath. Lupin's green eyes widened in shock as he took in what she was saying while whoever else was in the room with them stumbled over words and expletives.

"Your time?" Lupin enquired with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. She nodded her head, some of her silvery blonde hair fell into her face as she did so but it was quickly swept aside so she could begin analyzing the full extent of her situation. There was only one other in the room with her and Lupin; he was tall, slim built- as if he was recovering from severe malnutrition for an extended period of time- with wavy black hair that reached his chin and haunted grey eyes that she knew too well. Those were the eyes of someone who had spent a lot of time within close proximity to Dementors, something she was all too well acquainted with as they were one of the favored methods of torture the Dark Side used in her time. The only person this could be then, if she remembered what Harry had told her correctly: it was Sirius Black.

"Yes. As far as I have been able to ascertain I am now roughly fifteen years in the past and before you ask, no I am not entirely sure how I got here though I do have one or two theories and one bitch I fully intend to hunt down and gut when I return to my appropriate time period." Macaria replied shortly. She was not pleased. She needed to get back to her time as soon as possible, she had a war to fight and allies that needed her especially Harry. He had already lost almost everyone else, she knew when she had told him to run that loosing her would destroy him but she also knew that loosing Angelo would kill him. It was a calculated sacrifice on her part but regardless, she was still alive and she needed to assure him of that before any false rumors of her death reached him.

"Right. Well, as you err already know who I am could I possibly ask who you are?" Lupin asked hesitantly as he ran a hand wearily through his greying sandy hair.

"Macaria Blackthorn. I'm also known as the Hand of Midas or The Red Queen." Macaria stated with the same tone and military precision a soldier would give when asked rank and title. She unsettled the two men in the room, she could tell. But then again how often does a petite woman dressed in dragon hide with more scars than skin end up on the floor of your house claiming to be from the future?

"And we're supposed to just take you word for it that you're from the future?" Black demanded, speaking coherently for the first time since she had regained consciousness. His grey eyes were focused and cold as he regarded her and she him, he was sensible to question her. Trusting people got you killed where she was from.

"No but I'm sure you have many and varied ways of ascertaining whether I am indeed telling the truth not least of which would be casting a truth spell. That failing I believe you are not incapable of obtaining Veritaserum or as a last resort using Legilimency." She replied coldly as she quirked an eyebrow in silent challenge to the man who seemed to give her an appraising look for a moment before nodding to his friend and gesturing for her to take a seat at what must have been the kitchen table. She took the seat facing to doorway, as was her norm, and the two men took seats opposite her, both regarding her differently.

"Verum asseverare." Lupin intoned softly but with a hardness that surprised her, she had always heard that the wolf was rather mild-mannered and as far as she had seen the assessment of his character was true.

"Now let's see if you're really who you say you are. Who are you and how did you get here?" Black demanded harshly.

"Macaria Nyx Blackthorn. I am the Hand of Midas and the Red Queen. I arrived here through an un-known spell thrown at me by Anya Devlin, known Death Eater and follower of the Dark Lord during a the battle to attempt to regain Kings Cross." Macaria spoke in the monotone voice she reserved for when she gave her reports at the end of missions. She had to do it, to cut herself off from the emotion, to separate herself from the horrors she would be speaking of or she would be unable to function. She was a warrior, a soldier, and she did what was necessary to survive. They all did.

"Where are you from?"

"I come from the year 2010. I was born and raised near the Scottish border in Cumberland on the Blackthorn family estate."

"How old are you? When were you born?"

"I was born the 2nd of February 1981. I am 29 years of age."

"Do you ever or have you ever followed Voldemort?"

"Never nor would I ever. I have been fighting against him almost my whole life."

Lupin and Black exchanged a look before Lupin muttered a "Finite." to end the spell which had she lied would have caused her a great deal of pain.

"Well shit. I think we need to call in the Order." Black cursed as he dragged a hand over his gaunt face. Lupin nodded his agreement and disappeared to summon the others leaving Macaria and Black in the kitchen together alone.