"Who is she?"

"I don't know mum. George and I found her out in the marsh by the house."

"What were you doing by the marsh?!"

"Trying to find our brother dearest."

Everything hurt. Every part of my body hurt and I couldn't move to save my life. I started to stir a little and I gasped in pain. My ribs were probably broken and so was my back...no, I could feel my toes and wiggle them, ok I was good there. What the hell happened?

"She's up!" A woman's voice came closer to me as I guess she heard my whimpers. I opened my eyes to stare at what looked like a wood ceiling and a red-haired woman who looked about my mother's age stare down at me with worry and fear in her eyes. I didn't know her or what she wanted with me. "Can you tell me your name sweetheart?"

What should I tell her? If I told her my real name that could mean trouble. My family wasn't too popular in some circles. I didn't know what to say. I just became more and more stressed as her kind eyes stared down at me with more and more concern growing in them. What if I said the wrong thing and Voldemort found out where I was and killed me? I didn't want to die.

"Oh, sweetheart, we aren't here to hurt you I promise. We have no reason to." Her soft hands wiped across my cheek, leaving a wet trail from where a foreign tear had trailed. I hadn't even noticed that I had started crying. Now I felt like an idiot. Crying in front of some random stranger because you were scared and shaking like a field mouse. I was so confused and scared. None of this was making any sense. Where was I? Where was Hogwarts? Where was my brother, and Sirius? Remus? All my friends? "George. You and Fred go get me some wet cloths so I can clean some of her wounds."

I heard two footsteps leaving the room and shut the door behind them. The woman climbed on the bed and picked me up to hold me in her arms. Why was she being so nice to me?

"How old are you sweetheart?" she started rocking back and forth, combing her fingers through my hair like what my mom did when I was stressed and couldn't think.

"Sixteen. I'm sixteen." My voiced cracked as I spoke. Even that was sore. I must have screamed pretty loudly.

"You're the same age as my Fred and George. Are you American?"

"No. I was sent to Salem boarding school when I was five until I was six. Then I came to Hogwarts."

"Salem has been closed for eighteen years my dear girl. There's no way you could have gone there."

"I did. I'm not lying. My name is Sawyr Potter." she stopped combing her hands through my hair. Her body became very stiff. I could hear her mutter things under her breath like "it can't be," and "no, she's dead. Dumbledore..."

Two pairs of feet came back into the room and I could almost smell them being scared. Something was wrong. Why did I tell her my name? I am so stupid. She's probably a Death Eater. Voldemort probably hired her to find me and kill me once she was able to get me to say my name. However, why would she say Dumbledore's name? Why would she think I was dead?

"Mom?"

"Send a owl."

There was no way this was possible. She was dead. Even Dumbledore confirmed it. She couldn't be alive. She couldn't! If it truly was her, then why pop up so many years later? Why torture all of us with disappearing for this long? What was there to gain from her doing this? Eighteen years? What was she thinking?

"Do you really think its her Sirius?" I looked up into the sullen eyes of Remus. Of all the people that has been struggling through these years, it had been him. He was closer to Sawyr then any of the rest of us. She told him everything and when she disappeared, he locked himself in the shrieking shack for days. It took us forever to get him out. James was the strongest of all of us. He lost his sister and didn't know where she was, but he was able to keep the rest of us going. Its honestly a purely horrible crime that he couldn't be here, if that was her.

"I don't know Remus. It could be. I'm not getting my hopes up for another imitator." There had been twenty girls in the past two months that have claimed to be her. All of them were fake, just wanting the money.

"I honestly hope it is her. I'm tired of waiting and wondering."

All of us from the Order were here. Molly must have thought this was something that everyone needed to be here for. I have never known Molly to be wrong, but she had never met Sawyr before she disappeared. If this was actually her, I was going to be thoroughly surprised. I also wouldn't be surprised if it was just another imitator. Everyone just wanted a reward for being stupid.

Hours went by. At least that is what it felt like. We heard nothing out of the room except for muffled talking from Dumbledore. Molly started to pass around drinks and hoping that we didn't become dehydrated from standing or sitting. Remus sat with his head in his hands and kept rocking back and forth on the chair. This was killing all of us.

"Are you sure its her Molly?"

"Yes I'm sure!" Molly shouted to her husband. "How else would she not know that Salem closed? She said that she went there when she was younger. She even has an American accent! Poor girl was scared out of her wits."

Merlin, please let this be her. Please. Just so I know James's soul can finally be at rest.

"And what is your twin brother's name?"

"James."

"And what is his son's name."

"My brother has a son? He's only sixteen! I'll kill him! He knows that mom and dad will kill him to! And if its that Evans bitch I will make her wish she was dead!"

"Yes James has a son. He is fourteen now."

"HOW? I DONT UNDERSTAND ANY OF THIS!" I was so confused! What the hell was this old coot even talking about!

"You are not where you think you are. Do you know what year it is?"

"1976."

Dumbledore stood, and walked ever so gracefully out the door. I didn't know what to do. What was going on? My brother couldn't have a kid! Including him being fourteen when James is only sixteen! My parents would kill him! I know they would. There would be no way this could happen. Where was I and why am I still here? Why won't they let me see my parents or my brother?

'Calm down Sawyr.' I told myself. 'Just take a couple deep breaths. Now think. What's the last thing you remember?' I remembered being in my dormitory, pissed of to high heavens for what I had done to Severus and that slut, I could feel my blood boil at the thought of it. Then I opened the book to a random page and started reading. My latin was still kind of off, but I was able to read it clearly. I remember saying some words and the next thing I knew was that I was falling from the sky.

What were the words that I had said? I don't remember. They probably did this. I probably muttered a spell that sent me to where I am, not even realizing what I had done. What year was it if it wasn't 1976? Where the hell am I?

The door opened again, this time a tall dark haired man walked in. He looked at me and had to take a couple steps back. Was he scared? Did I look that bad? Slowly he approached me, making sure to sit in the chair that was as close to me as possible.

"Do you know who I am?" His voice sounded familiar, but I honestly couldn't place who he was.

"Do you know where I am?" A smirk graced his face...wait I knew that smirk. It's the same one that always caused me so much trouble. There was no way though, this guy had to be in his thirties, and Padfoot was only my age...who was this?

"It's 1994. Do you know who I am?" 1994?

"Sirius?" His eyes became a little brighter but then it quickly dimmed. It was him. It had to be.

"What nickname did my friends give me in school?"

"Padfoot." If he was trying to figure out if I was telling the truth, he was going to have to ask harder questions. Everyone at school knew that his friends called him Padfoot, but no one knew why. "Do you know what I can turn into?" I decided that if he isn't going to ask the hard questions, then I would. At least see if I can get something out of him more then just him asking stupid questions.

"The Sawyr I knew could turn into a white wolf. What can you turn into?"

I built up my strength, closed my eyes, and slowly and painfully could feel my body changing. My legs grew slender and longer, my nose became more acute to all the smells around me, and I could hear about twenty heart beats standing outside the door. When I opened my eyes again, I looked at Sirius to see him in awe. I could smell tears as they started to roll down his face. I had never seen him cry before, and it was so hard for me to see. Changing back, I got off the bed, and painfully walked over to him and wrapped him in my arms.

He held me tight, saying over and over again, "finally. Its finally her." I could feel him start to shake as he became more and more upset.

"Please stop crying you big baby," I pushed away from him and looked at him. He had grown into a rather attractive man. His grey eyes were still as bright as always. His wavy, black hair that he always prided himself on, he had cut short, but still somehow made it look rather shaggy. He had muscles that he tried to hide under his cloak, but I could see them as plain as day. Just looking at him now, I could tell how much he grew up. He was truly a man now.

"I'm sorry. You've been gone for so long." he wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

"So where's James?" He didn't look at me, I could sense something was wrong. Something was very wrong. "Sirius. Where's my brother?"

He took a deep, ragged breath, and look at me.

"He's dead."