Hi! This is my first story, so you'll have to forgive me for any formatting blunders, I'm still trying to figure it all out! I'll update this story as much as possible, but at least once a week.

As a Sirius/OC story, it's going to be a little AU, 'cause I'm introducing an entirely new character! :P Reviews are welcome, but not necessary. Ummmm... Not going to waste your time with anything else, so here we are!

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Chapter Two... Isobel by Bjork.

French Officials Baffled After Robbery at Ministery.

The robber, described as a young woman with long brown hair with a strong French accent, is said to have taken priceless documents describing the French Ministery's actions for the next two years. She, unnamed as of yet, arrived at the Ministery in the late afternoon, asking to see the French Minister, Francis Bloombury, and upon being refused, barged through the offices until she saw him. Details are thin, but we gather that she then made her way to a top secret part of the Ministery. Bloombury had this to say;

"Anybody who has the audacity to break into the worlds most secure volts, must be stopped. Beware of this young woman, no matter how charming she may seem..." Picture below. Contact the English Ministery if you have any information.

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"What do you need?" Dumbledore asked as soon as they entered his office. Still a bit slow, it took a moment for Violenta to register the question.

"Blood replenishing potion. And if you would be willing to stich me up. Rejuvenating potion, if you want me to do any work for you tonight. Other wise I just need sleep." Violenta yawned. "But don't tell Poppy. You know how she gets." That, and the fact that Violenta didn't want to deal with an upsett Poppy. Despite her dislike of the Headmaster, Violenta actually enjoyed the presence of most of the Order. The potions she'd asked for we quickly surplied and the Headmaster gave a flick of his wand. Violenta felt the skin on her side sitch itself, in a quite uncomfortable fashion.

"It would seem you had a run in with my wards. I must remember to make sure you're allowed in next time, or we might have another unfortunate accident.

Dumbledore started on his questoning.

"What new information do you have?" Violenta, feeling strength returning to her limbs, at least briefly, grabbed a biscuit of the table.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything, and everything. It's been a while since you last informed me." Violenta took a moment to bite her biscuit before answering.

"Well, the French Ministery is well and truely under." She told him bluntly.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore was obviously intriged. One of the reasons that Violenta didn't like him was his inability to hide his emotions. They were always there, on the surface if you looked hard enough. Trained to read that sort of thing, it was a tad overwhelming for Violenta.

"I mean what I said. He's got them. They're gone. Caput. Nada." Taking another bite, she could see the older man processing this.

"That explains tomorrows paper then. I wondered what had happend." He handed the white haired girl a paper, and on the front cover was a sketch, and a small article. Skimming the writing, Violenta looked closely at the picture. The girl was a brunette, with widely placed eyes and full lips. Happy, Violenta smiled, it looked nothing like her. She glanced back up at Dumbledore, still smiling.

"I can't believe that actually worked."

"What do you mean?" She could tell the old man didn't like to ask too many questions, and enjoyed holding it over him.

"My trick." Violenta went onto explain the finer parts of her journey. From breaking into the Ministery and getting away with ther letter they'd intercepted, to getting short from behind as she'd apparated.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, before speaking.

"Good job." It was all the praise she was going to get from him. She knew she'd never be able to compete with the image of her parents that the old man had. Violenta sighed.

"Okay. Why'd you get me out of France? Beside the obvious." The obvious was the Ministery.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment. "I want you to enroll in Hogwarts."

Violenta laughed.

"I'm sorry Albus. But there is no point in trying to salvage my failed education." Violenta hadn't been in school since she'd been fifteen. Nearly three years later, that wasn't going to change.

"Not as a student." Those words triggered the ephiphany. "They are recruiting from the older Slytherins. I need you to infiltrate this group." It made sense, and it wasn't like Violenta was going to turn it down.

"Okay. My new assignment is to infiltrate the group of Slytherins most likely to join them, when they graduate? Anything else?" Dumbledore shook his head.

"Just look around." Helpful. Next question.

"Anything I need to know?" The old man seemed more at ease now Violenta was asking the questions.

"Yes. All your books, robes, and everything else, are at the end of your bed in the Slytherin Commonroom." He reached under the desk, and pulled up a small notebook. "This notebook has all the information we already know about each and every Slytherin. When you find something to add to this, just write it in. I have an identical one, which will immediately gain this information." Smart. Violenta had heard something of the like being used in the Dutch Ministry to moniter the public. Dumbledore glanced at his watch, his unharried facade becoming broken.

"We have to go, Violenta. Minerva needs to introduce you to the school during the feast. My absence as probably already been noted." He stood, not waiting for an answer. "Here." He grabbed a robe from the desk and passed it to the younger girl. "Just put it over your clothes." Without waiting for her to catch up, Dumbledore left for the door.

The pair traveled swiftly for the Great Hall. Dumbledore went through a side passage, covered in cobwebs, and when Violenta followed, she reappeared at the back of the Great Hall, just outside the entrance way. Violenta stopped him from going through the doorway.

"What about the boy from before?" Dumbledore widend his eyes for a second, then smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry about him. Sirius Black may be a prankster, but he's smart enough to know when to stay away." So his real name was Sirius Black?

Violenta withheld her doubts about this, and plowed onto her next question.

"Will I be using my real name?" Dumbledore didn't even pause in his answer.

"No. Use your mothers maidan name." Ha. Violenta tried not to give a sarcastic laugh. The old man didn't even have the decency to call her mother by her real title.

"So my name's Violenta Demeter Nyda?" Dumbledore nodded, then turned toward the entrance.

"Yes. Violenta Nyda. 17 years old. Grew up in France. Home schooled. Parents deceased. Lives with aunt Matilda. Do with that what you will." Dumbledores' tone told her that he was done talking to her. Without further adu, or pomp, Dumbledore walked into the Great Hall, and all eyes flew to him.

"Thanks Uncle." Violenta whispered bitterly as she followed the old man into the Hall, Dumbledore was one of the only people who could ruin her carm exterior, and as one of her only living relatives, she had that power over him as well.

Violenta knew she reminded him too much of his dead sister to really have his affection. Her mother, Iva, had never had that problem as her features had resembled her own father too much.

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The feast was almost over, the dishes cleared away, and nobody seemed to know what to do next. McGonagal was standing at the podium, giving the years announcments.

"As always, the Forbidden Forest, is indeed, forbidden." Her glare found it's way, unjustly, to the group of Seveth Year Gryffindors. It wasn't like they'd ever been caught. "First years, would also do well to remember that, although rolemodels are easily found, some are better than others." Ignoring the pointed comment, Sirius' gaze reviewed the first years.

They were a bedragled bunch this year, barely more than ten per house. It always amazed the Seventh Year boy that they were divided almost equally between the four houses, when it was a impossibility that they would all have the exact personality for the house they were sorted into. For Sirius, the Houses meant more than a simple friendship group, or housing situation. The Houses represented his first rebellion against his parents. Being sorted into Gryffindor was the first of many things Sirius had done to upset his parents. Speaking of upsetting his parents...

"James, are your parents alright with me staying at the end of this year? Until I get things settled?" James, across the table, rolled his eyes.

"Sirius. You've been staying at my house for three years. Do you really think a couple of months more is too much?" True. The final rebellion against his parents, his abandonment of them, was something Sirius was both proud and scared of. It wasn't like his parents to never take revenge against him, for disgracing their name, which resolted in dangerous consiquences. But he still couldn't regret it.

"Yes, I know. But still..." Sirius trailed off, unable to explain how greatful he was for the kindness shown to him by Mr and Mrs Potter. Luckily, James understood.

"Really Padfoot! They love you more than me. You should have seen their reaction when I told them about your Owl scores last year. Although, compared to mine, they were slightly better-" He was interupted by Remus.

"James shut up!" James and Sirius were just beweildered by his insistance. At least, Sirius was, until he noticed that Remus was whispering. Meaning that everybody else had gone quiet.

James, however, didn't get the hint.

"WHAT?" He yelled. Not angry, but rather frustated. His voice boomed across the Hall, which had been for silent for more than a few minutes, due to Dumbledores appearance. Everyone, and Sirius realised that included all the teaches as well, was staring at James.

"Mr. Potter. Is there a problem?" Asked Dumbledore, obviously holding back a smile. Caught out, James murmered an apology, before the Headmaster continued.

"All of you will have noticed my absence at the start of the Feast, and we must all thank Proffessor McGonagall for doing such a brilliant job without me." There was a smattering of claps throughout the Hall, none of which fazed the Professor. When he had everybodies attention again, the Headmaster went on. "Hogwarts, as old and beautiful as she is, hasn't seen many extange students. So I expect you to be extremely welcoming, as this year we will be welcoming a new student into the Seventh Years. Miss Violenta Nyda, will be joining the Slytherins for this year, as it is her last." Dumbledore turned, pointedly ignoring the murmers that sprung up at this, especially amoung the Slytherins, turned and gestured for somebody to join them.

Sirius, with his less than savoury opinion of Dumbledore from the mysterious meeting before the feast, was more than surprised when the girl from before walked forward confidently. The only thing that stopped Sirius jaw from dropping was the decorum that had been beaten into him as a child, and he had yet to do away with. She looked more vibrant than before, but then again, the only other time Sirius had seen her, she'd been surported by a wall.

She was taller than he'd first thought. No where near his height, but taller than Peter was. Her hair was as white as it had first seemed, but now instead of a curiously tired expression, she was giving a sly smirk. Slytherin for sure.

"Miss Nyda will be participating in all school activities along-side you, and is to be treated as a regular student by the staff." It was apparent to everybody that Dumbledore wasn't going to satisfy anyones curiousity that night, so the normal cheering started, Slytherin the loudest.

Sirius didn't even notice when everyone was returning to their meal, the curiousity of the girl over for now. He was too involved in studying the girl to notice even his friends, as they extanged looks about his behaviour.

She seemed too well. Before, little more than half an hour ago, she'd seemed close to death, and now she all but had a spring in her step. Odd.

"Padfoot? Padfoot? Sirius!?" The silver eyed boy jerked back toward his friends, all of whom were staring at him with varied looks of concern. It was James who'd spoken. "What's wrong?" The three other boys were more than surprised by the distracted look that had come over Sirius' face. "What's wrong?" James repeated.

"Hmmm? Oh... That's the girl from before." He told them absently, tucking back into his potato's.

"You mean the one that made you all dazed?" Remus asked, concealing a laugh. Sirius nodded.

"Mmmhmmm." Was the answer he recieved.

"The one that nearly made you get caught by McGonagall?" Peter asked at a prompt from Remus.

"Mmmhmmm." Was the answer a second time. James finally caught onto his best friends preoccupation and decided to make the most of it.

"You mean the one you shagged in the Slytherin Commonroom in seven different positions for hours?" Remus rolled his eyes, but waited to see what Sirius answer would be none the less.

"Mmmm- Wait! What?" Sirius spluttered, finally catching on. The three other boys broke into a riot of laughter. Remus was the first to recover, followed swiftly by Peter, and both boys gave James appologetic looks. James, however, seemed to find the situation endlessly hilarius.

"I-hic- actually can't believe-hic- that you fell for that-hic-." James tried to convay over his fit of hicups. Sirius scowled at him for a moment, then turned back to his meal, making a consious effort not to stare at the Slytherin table. Even so, he kept his eyes on the oddly intriguing girl. She obviously fit into her surounds amazingly.

James had finally seemed to calm down, and was now thinking about the logistics of it all.

"Wait, Sirius..." He asked, confusion obvious. "You didn't actually shag her, did you?" He seemed almost horrified by this idea. "I mean... You must have only just met her." Sirius rolled his eyes at his friend.

"No."

"But then why-"

"No." Sirius cut his friend off. James imagination was something amazing, and Sirius knew that if his best friend even got a wiff of conspiracy about the girl, it would all go to hell. "Anyway, we have bigger fish to fry." He announced, evasiveness being his best tactic.

"Oh? And what would this be?" Remus asked, eyebrow raised, and not looking up. Sirius grinned cheekily, managing a certain amount of innocence that was baffeling to the others.

"We need to get Peter a girlfriend."

As he'd predicted, the announcment distracted the group enough for them to forget about the girl. Sirius contented himself on investigating it later.

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Being around Slytherins was exhausting, Violenta decided. The meal had just finished and the Houses were heading toward the entrance. Already, Violenta had fielded questions about her parents, what they did for a living, why she'd come to Hogwarts and other such nonsense, and hadn't answered once. It wasn't because she couldn't lie, but because it created an air of mystery around her that made everyone else interested in her. For the purposes of her mission, this was perfect.

"Shit." Violenta murmered to herself when the group of Slytherins she'd been following turned to the dungeons. Her claustraphobia wouldn't help anything if they were sleeping in the dungeons.

"What?" Violenta started at the voice behind her. Whipping around, she saw it belonged to a guy, around her own age, with black hair and eyes. "Scared of the dark?" He asked with a sneer.

"I'm sorry, what was your name?" She tried to cover up her blunder of not knowing that the man was behind her. Really, twenty minutes in, and Hogwarts already had her off kilter.

Instead of answering, the man sulked forward, passing her in the stone hallway, and continueing down, until she lost sight of him. Violenta sighed at the mystery that had presented itself to her, knowing that she wouldn't let up until she knew his life story, if simply upon principle alone.

Without waiting for somebody else to make a rude comment, Violenta followed the hallway, catching up to the group of girls from before without seeing the anybody else. The group of girls, gossipy as any teenagers Violenta had known before, didn't see her, and didn't call her out when she followed them through the wall into the Slytherin Commonroom, catching the password as she went. Subtly seemed like an odd password for a House, but then again, no one would ever guess it.

Seeing the Commonroom relieved any fears she'd had over it being in the dungeons. The space was wide and open, albeit with a slightly earthy smell. The main colours were Silver, Black and Green, giving the space an odd feel to it. The walls on the far side of the room were covered in thick green curtains, which covered windows which showed a subterranian view. With a start, Violenta realised that the Slytherin Commonroom was underneath the lake.

Striding further into the room, Violenta glanced around. She had no wish to stay in the company of the other Slytherins unless absolutely necissary for now, so the only option open to her was the dormitory. It seemed like a good idea, seeing as Violenta had an already forming headache, probably relating to the earlier run in with Dumbledores wards. After glancing around the room for a full minute, Violenta approached a girl who looked to be her age, who was hearding the group of first years around.

"Excuse me.." She asked, gaining the attention of the girl. "I was wondering if you knew where the Seventh Year girls dorms were?" The girl, a Prefect, looked her up and down for a moment, before shaking her head off to the right.

"My names Christiarna Wilks. Go down the staircase, take the first left, then another left and you'll find the room." Without waiting for a reply, the girl, Christiarna, turned away.

Following the instructions to the letter, Violenta eventually found the room. The fact that it was clearly label helped. After opening the door, Violenta was confronted by an over abundence of green.

There were Six beds all together, all labeled with names across the top. Susan Prewitt was the first name, across from her was Henrietta Shaidet. Next to Shaidet was Christiarna Wilks, and opposite her was Virginia Stone, and finally, beside Virginia, was the name Violenta Nyda. The remaining bed, opposite Violenta, belonged to a Clarissa Edan.

With more luster than was probably necissary, Violenta colapsed onto the bed, grinning when it bent to her frame with just the right amount of push. The perfect bed.

Violenta knew that she really had to go over her notes, make a few references, then many draw a map of the area, but once she was lying on the bed, all of it seemed to become very distant.

After drawing the curtains, (green), with surounded the bed, and casting a precautionary silencing charm, she fell asleep.

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