Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The Harry Potter series is written by JK Rowling. I claim all rights to characters of my creation including but not limited to Sophia and David.

A/N I started this fic along time ago, but was never really satisfied with it so I've gone back and started from scratch. It has the same basic plot, but I feel the writing's better now. Please Review.

A tall woman dressed in dark slacks and a leather biker jacket stood outside of the headquarters of the underground organization known as The Order Of The Phoenix. Her pale blond hair was pulled back in a chic ponytail, and she was fiddling with two antique brass keys hung around her neck.

Taking a deep breath she pulled a slender wooden object from somewhere under her jacket, and tapped it door that looked unobtrusive next to the other shabby buildings. The door swung open as though it hadn't been locked...

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Sophia Black had recently transfered from America to the British branch of the Department of Mysteries so her first instinct when she found herself face to face with another wand was to get out of the line of fire. She threw herself against the wall and prepared to battle only to realize she was pointing her wand at one of the greatest wizards of all time.

"Albus," she sighed wearily.

"Sophia," he nodded.

Sophia's gaze was drawn to something over the older wizard's shoulder. Kreacher?

The ancient house elf's eyes widened and then narrowed.

"The traitor's mud-blood wife," he spat. Then a gleeful look lit up in his face, "Would you like to watch him die?"

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Sophia entered the fray with the cold precision of a trained soldier. This lasted right up until she saw Sirius. He was dueling with... Was that Bellatrix Lestrange?" Without realizing it she froze in place. Everything began to move in slow motion. Sirius's eyes met hers over Bellatrix's head. She saw his shock as he recognized her.

Horror jolted her back into reality. Bellatrix had taken full advantage of her opponent's inattention.

"Impedimenta!" Sophia yelled. Not the veil, not that damned veil, her mind screamed. It was a simple spell, but an effective one. Sirius hit the ground just before the curtain. Bellatrix turned toward the sound only to find herself flat on her back unable to move.

Even as her jinx hit the dark witch Sophia was running, ducked low, and firing off spells as she went. Dumbledore soon appeared at her side.

"Is he alive?" the headmaster asked standing guard as the blond witch dropped to her knees.

"Unconscious," she answered, "It wasn't Avada. I'll take him to OTP. Send a healer as soon as you can."

The last thing she saw before she disapparated was Harry running after a now recovered Bellatrix.

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Several minutes later Sophia had managed to settle Sirius into an upstairs bedroom.

"You know I'm horrible at healing spells," she grumbled as she tucked the blanket up to his chin. Reaching behind her she grabbed the single wooden chair in the room and sat in it.

"15 years," she sighed to the unconscious man before her, "15 years and I still can't forget about you. Probably because she looks so much like you. Acts like you sometimes too. She'll be fourteen in a few months..." Sophia's voice trailed off.

It wasn't long before she felt the presence of another mind. Wand held aloft she peered cautiously into the hallway. A middle-aged man with graying hair was just turning the corner.

"Dumbledore sent me," he said slowing his step.

"I know," she said keeping her wand in hand, but opening the door the rest of the way.

"My name's David," he said as he went to the bed. With a flick of his wand the lamps on the wall flared to life, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"He was hit with a spell that acts like a wrecking ball. Crushes your chest. If he'd been standing up against anything it could have killed him. As it is there's some bruising, possibly broken ribs."

"What caused his loss of consciousness?"

"He may have hit his head when he hit ground. I used impedimenta to stop him mid-air."

"Well, I don't think any of the ribs are actually cracked, and I see no evidence of a major head injury. There's not much more I can do until he wakes up."

"There's a room down the hall if you'd like to use it. You look tired."

"I've just apparated from Africa."

"Africa?"

"My wife works with Doctors Without Borders. She's a muggle."

"Why did Dumbledore send for someone from so far away?"

"I haven't been in Britian since a few years after Vol... You Know Who's ...

"No, say Voldemort."

"I haven't been in Britain since a few years after Voldemort's demise. The Ministry won't start asking questions if I disappear for a few hours."

"The room's the second on the left. The bedding is fresh."

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As soon as Remus Lupin knew Harry was going to be all right he made his way to headquarters. He found Sophia with her arms wrapped around herself staring at the far wall although he imagined she wasn't really looking at it.

Sophia was well aware he'd entered the room. Lupin knew it too.

"How is he?"

"Alive," Sophia sighed.

"I don't think I've been quite that scared since he and James were captured."

"He was never really the same after that was he?"

"Sirius or James?"

"Both I guess, but I meant Sirius. Oh, he pretended, but he wasn't."

"You know I'm so sorry right?"

"Remus we've been over this a million times since that night. I understand why you doubted me, I understand why you doubted him."

"You didn't at first."

"Yeah well, I'm a vindictive bitch."

"Sometimes," he admitted softly.

"Why didn't he come looking for me?"

"It was too risky. He wouldn't really talk about it. In his eyes he failed all of us I think. How did you find out where he was?"

"Tonks finally took pity on me. I know Dumbledore said he couldn't risk me coming here, but I guess the rebel in me is still in there somewhere."

"Does Truth know?"

"Not yet. I'm going to tell Sirius first. I don't want to get her hopes up. Thank-you, by the way."

"For what?"

"You haven't told anybody. Not even Dumbledore."

"I think he might know anyway, but nobody else does. You left before you started to show."

"I felt so betrayed, so angry."

"There was nothing any of us could do."

"Don't placate me Moony. I ran. I ran like a scared little girl."

"You went to Dumbledore. You showed him."

"Wasn't enough was it? I should have stayed, fought, Barty Crouch lost popularity. I could have pushed for a trial."

"Truth would have been ostracized. In Alaska not very many people know who she is."

"Actually they do now."

"What happened?"

"One of her teachers made a comment a few months ago. She got up in his face and told him to go straight to hell."

"She did not."

"Don't sound so shocked. We both know she's far too much like her mother. She showed me in the pensive."

Flashback:

A slender girl of thirteen was walking in a courtyard with a group of her friends laughing. Her dark black hair was cut short and spiked. She wore a heavy camouflage coat. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. It was their day to visit the only fully wizard village in the area. To get there one concession had been made to muggle customs. 4x4's were required to traverse the dirt roads. This would be the last visit of the term. After that the snows would get too heavy, and all students would be confined to the grounds.

Two teachers were standing at the gates having a whispered conversation. One of them was new. A temporary sub until the regular potions master had recovered. One of the first years had shattered their cauldron and Proffesor Jenna Jankins had only just managed to get the student out of the way their flying potion. Unfortunately she'd been burned badly.

"See her," one of the teachers whispered.

"What about her?" the substitute teacher asked, "trouble maker?"

"Sirius Black's daughter. You know that British wizard who escaped from prison."

"You mean the one that was all over the news a few years back?"

"The same one."

"What if he comes looking for her?"

"Rumor has it he doesn't know. She was born after he went to Azkaban. Watch out for her. Hangs with a scary crowd. Black lipstick and piercings. Probably going to end up just like her father."

The girl and her friends (who weren't all wearing black lipstick, or had piercings) had stopped close enough to listen. They were looking at her with wide eyes.

"Is it true Truth?" one of them whispered. Truth ignored her. Instead she stalked toward the teacher.

"You don't know anything about me or my father," she growled. The teacher had the grace to look a little embarrassed, "My father is innocent, and if those pompous jackass's who call themselves the Ministry of Magic took the time to pull their head's out they'd know it too."

"Don't you talk to me like that young lady," the teacher bristled.

"Go to hell."

End Flashback.

"Wow," Remus blinked. Sophia hadn't merely told him. She'd shown him. Sophia's greatest talent lied in the mind, "I would have never thought she would have stood up like that. She always seemed bitter she didn't have a father."

"She is, even if she says she doesn't care anymore, but she's got a lot of pride, and a lot of loyalty."

"Definitely her father's daughter."

"She's really grown up since you left America for that Hogwart's job Remus, but I worry about her sometimes."

"You were punk too, a little gothic even. You turned out all right."

"I wasn't talking about her fashion sense, and do you remember what we were like? Especially me? I was practically a Slytherin even if I was in Ravenclaw. You all hated me with a passion for the longest time."

"We were definitely surprised when we found you and Sirius in that broom closet. Then James realized you were friends with Lily."

"I swear that girl would have befriended a dementor if it gave her a chance," Sophia shook her head.

"I miss her everyday."

"Me too," Sophia smiled sadly, "Here have a seat." She conjured an easy chair out of thin air.

"Thanks."

"He'll probably have a heart attack when he sees me."

"If I recall correctly it's a little too late for that. He saw you at the Ministry."

"I was what distracted him. If he'd passed behind that curtain... It's the veil to the afterlife Remus."

"Well he didn't."

There was silence for a few minutes.

"Is he sane?" Sophia asked out of the blue

"Was he ever?" Remus attempted to joke.

"Re-mus. He spent twelve years in Azkaban."

"I don't know Soph, I just don't know."

A/N So what's the verdict? Worth continuing?