Chelsea: Guys, this is a short chapter, dedicated to the three coolest people in the world, Hermione 2, ruby prev. devils'lil'angel and my glomping buddy Toge aka Darkness song! I LURVE YOU GUYS! [glomps squared] Here [opens big black bag] have some… black eyeliner, cookies, ice pops and these naughty pictures of Sean Biggerstaff [grins widely]

Chibi Chel: [rolls eyes] you'll have to excuse her, she's just happy that people actually like her stupid little character and haven't tried to kill her yet for the sheer evilness that are her ideas.

Chelsea: Wait… dude, they were you're ideas…    

Chibi Chel: SHUT UP!

Chelsea: Whatever…         

Strange Little Girl

[Chapter Two]

Suffer The Little Children
At the hands of evil men
No baby dolls, no teddy bears
No lullabies for them
Every mother's nightmare
Will it ever end
Suffer The Little Children
At the hands of evil men

Sirius sighed, looking down at his watch.

          12:13 am.

          She had left three hours and thirteen minutes ago, the same time she left every damn night, leaving Sirius with no clue where she was going, and the command to stay in the safe house and to not be discovered.

          Which pretty much meant that Sirius, the unstoppable ball of energy with an inhuman libido, was completely and utterly bored out of his mind.

          He didn't even remember why he had taken on this stupid 'mission' of Dumbledore's. At the time news had gotten to them that it would be pointless to even try, but Dumbledore had said that the news was probably a lie from the ministry to cover up its tracks. So Sirius volunteered for this mission.

          Bring her home.

          Easy enough right?

          Wrong. Especially when the girl you are looking for is supposedly dead. Yet Dumbledore had to put all of his fate that the psychopath was still alive and well, yet being hidden by the ministry.

          He was right, he always is after all. She was still alive, but she was no longer the girl he knew. Diana Sky, ministry assassin, one of the most feared of all. Moody should have been proud of her, but he too lost touch after graduation. Sirius laughed about it now, but it was obvious about where she would be, her name, whether the ministry knew it or not, screamed her true identity: Diana, after her supposed 'mother' and her middle name, and sky, after her birth name.

          He had found her, the day where he would be reunited with his 'sister' was one of the most emotional days of his life, next to Lily and Prongs' wedding, but what was most emotional was when he first saw her…

          And failed to recognize her.

          She had the same dark eyes, but she no longer held on to the wild and unrestricted personality she once held. Her eyes were dead, and although anger was evident of her sharp face, it failed to bring attention to her eyes.

          And it killed him.

          It killed him the day since she went missing, since the day he was ready to tell her everything that he felt for her. It was the single most disappointing day of his life. And now he had her back, but it was like looking in to the eyes of a different person. How was he supposed to tell her that she isn't who she thinks she is, but in reality she a girl that shares a connection with the cosmos.

          Not that Sirius believed in any of the crap anyway. God, goddess, bleh. Every reason people had for a god could be explained by science or magic, there were no high beings watching us. Was a god there when his father was being a malicious bastard, striking him when he would speak after his mother died? No, so if there really was a loving god, then none of this would have happened, the woman he loved would be just like every other girl and there would be no dark war…

          Sirius groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, coaxing the pain away.

          But he didn't want her to be like anyone else, or this 'Sky' character she turned into. The girl he once knew was everything that every girl wasn't. Stubborn, strong and sophisticated, a passionate anger giving her a spark of life as words spilled from her mouth in a cold, yet smooth and captivating tone. She was built like the boxer she was, finely toned and equally strong muscles were plainly evident in whatever she wore. Her hair was still extremely long and thick, and many women would kill to have at least half the amount of umber locks she had.

          Yet it was her eyes that had captivated Sirius in the first place. They were the deepest shade of brown he has ever seen, and he felt as if he could loose himself in the two pools of liquid that were encased in sharp and usually narrowed eyes.

          She was beautiful, and whether she was Gemini Cielo, Diana sky or the Queen of bloody England he loved her and only her.

          Admitting that to himself was a feat within itself.

          Now if he could only say that aloud.

          "I'm back," Sky said as she kicked the door open, a bag of groceries in each arm as she was clad in the same attire as she left in, "You should be more observant next time. What if I were a death eater?"

          Sirius rolled his eyes as he stood to help her, "I would have screamed liked a little girl and waited for you to come running to my side oh fearless leader."

          Sky just narrowed her eyes at the comment, dropping the brown paper bag on the kitchen counter, grimacing slightly as it groaned under its light weight.

          "I want you to fix the kitchen," Sky said over her shoulder, taking out a variety on nonperishable foods.

          "I can't," Sirius said flatly, ripping open a box of cereal, "I can't use magic here remember?"

          "Than figure it out," Sky snapped, in a tone as if she were talking to a child, "You're a grown man, you can do a little handy work, get you're hands dirty," she said over her shoulder as she finished unpacking the food, "Besides, if you want to eat and drink anything, you better damn well start fixing it, I can last two weeks with out food."

          "We'll excuse me for being a mere mortal," Sirius said in exasperation, glaring at her turned back, just noticing the red stain on her clothes, "You're bleeding."

          Sky lifted her arm up, lightly touching a dark patch of cloth under her shoulder blade, a hand traveled underneath the shirt, only to come back out drenched in blood.

          "So I am," she shrugged, "It's only a flesh wound."

          At that Sirius face lifted for a moment's time. Maybe she did remember who she was; deep down in side the girl he loved was still there, hiding, biding her time, waiting for her chance to seek revenge on the world.  

          He'd hate to be the fucker who she was going to seek revenge on, but it was all good, just as long as he got her back.

. . .

          "Well I don't like it," Diana spat at her twin as she rose her nose at the look in the mortal's eyes as he looked hungrily at her heiress, "love is a weak emotion and she knows it."

          "Since when does it matter what you want?" Lucifer laughed, his brown eyes sparkling with delight, "It's all up to Anteros now."

          Diana narrowed her eyes and said angrily, "If he hurts my daughter I swear-"

          Suddenly a younger woman appeared in front of the two gods, large violet eyes sparkling with mirth, a placid smile on her young face. Her light brown hair was braided and curled intricately on top of her head, chestnut tendrils falling down her back. She wore a long black toga that covered her feet, a sheer silver tunic covering her small shoulders.

          "You called?"

          Diana shook her head, smiling as she jerked her chin towards her mirror, "Sorry darling, other daughter."

          The young goddess stuck her tongue out at her mother, before turning towards the god of light and saying, "How long have you been watching her Papa?" she asked, kissing him on the forehead, "Don't you have your own heir to look after?"

          Lucifer shrugged as said playfully, "You're mother has become obsessed, apparently she had her memory altered. She doesn't remember a thing. Don't worry Aradia, all will be fine."     

          Aradia narrowed her eyes slightly as she too joined her mother, looking at two humans snapping at each other, the woman looking starling like her mother, the other, just another usual mortal.

          "He's the one," Aradia said softly, letting her fingers hover over the mirror, "I can tell."

          "She is supposed to lay with her brother to create your heir; you know this just as well as I," Diana mumbled angrily, "how did you think you came in to this Stellar Plane?

          "Mother," Aradia said in a light tone, "there is no need for you to remind me of how I came to be. I've heard the story a thousand times from grandfather Jupiter," Aradia rolled her eyes as she held her self up, imitating the Chief God of their Stellar Plane, "And you mother turned her self in to that damn cat your father loved so much and went

to bed with him, now go to sleep."

          "Shush you," Lucifer laughed, "Don't want your mother blushing do you? And your mother is right you know, the fates said that she will lay with her brother to create the heir of Aradia, we went over this hundreds of times I-"

          "On the mortal plane it is called incest Papa," The younger goddess drawled, one hand on her hip, "mortals are so primitive that they have these genes that wont mix with other genes from the same bloodline."

          Diana tore her eyes away from her heir and asked, "How do you know all of this about the mortal world? The last time you made your presences know it was over eight hundred years ago."

          Aradia shrugged, "I was talking to Minerva earlier. She told me all about it."

          Diana narrowed her eyes and turned them back to her heiress, "Well your daughter will be no less godly than mine."

          "Oh I do hope so; it would be such a shame to ruin the good looks that run in our family on a few genes."

          Diana glared at her brother before muttering, "Shut up Lucifer."

. . .

          Another night, another mission.

          Sky stood in her room, quickly and silently preparing for the night. Thankfully, it wasn't another one of her 'usual missions', she wasn't in the right mood to spare anyone's life tonight. She needed to kill someone.

          Sirius was infuriating her beyond all belief, and he kept sending her these looks. Sky hated getting looks. Stupid men and their stupid cravings. One would think that she would have gotten use to them, after all she was the one sent to relieve them. At least they would die happily.

          Her first orders where to get the deatheaters in to a vulnerable position, where information would be slipped and then they would be exterminated. Those were Bartimus Crouch's orders. Fudge on the other hand, had a different plan to use the ministry's best assassin.

          She was the best. The best of the best, far passing her trainers and the high ranking Aurors. She was too dangerous to be an Auror. She never actually got a look at the files the ministry kept on her, but she had a feeling that she was mentally insane and the information was kept from her so that she could complete her mission.

          Tonight was a change from the usual jobs she had. Tonight she was going to meets an informant in the slums that were outside of London. Where he was magical or muggle it wasn't determined, but she was sent because the man was said to be a bit violent. Every other ministry official who was sent was spat on, screamed at, kicked, punched and pissed on because every ministry official who went there had the audacity to wear the finest robes, finest jewelry and show off the fact that they were, to say, better than they where.

          "Mistress?"

          Sky let a small smile cross her face for a fleeting instant before turning towards her duffle bag and pulling our her confidant. An orb demon.

          "Hello Xander."

          "May I be of some assistance?" The demon asked as her vaporized in front of her.

          "I need an old tattered effect. I'm meeting Maxwell tonight."

          "Very well."

Xander was something that was given to Sky from the ministry when she was a child. Although she never remembered receiving him, she believed the explanation because Sky didn't know anything about her life before she turned eighteen. She only knew what the ministry had told her after she came out of her coma.

Xander wore robes of a brilliant white which came down to his feet, covering his hands and hanging loosely around his neck. His complexion was pale yet flawless, not a mark or a scar on his perfect figure, unlike Sky's where her entire life story could be told by the battle wounds on her body. His hair was void of all color, white, yet beautifully so, it hung over his eyes in loose wisps of ashen silk, falling perfectly to the base of his neck, hooking slightly under his ears. His eyes were an awe inspiring red, they held no pupils; they looked like two rubies embedded in snow.

She looked at him and inwardly winced. He looked just like Sirius did. That stupid man who she was partnered up with, the man who loved to avoid his work, but Xander was certainly not like him.

Xander rose his arm, sweeping it in front of her, changing her usually mission attire in to a ratty tee shirt that clung close to her body, a pair of muggle jeans which were a few sizes to big, a rope tied around her waist to hold them up. On her feet was a pair of old, worn in work boots that fit slightly above her ankle, her knife concealed inside.

Sky nodded in thanks and flipped her head upside down, haphazardly pulling her mass amount of hair through her a large muggle scrunchie until it sat on the back of her head in a messy bun.

"Shall you need a form of transportation Mistress?" Xander asked, touching her arm lightly, "I can provide it for you, if you wish."

"No thank you Xander, I can find my way there on my own accord. As soon as I get in to public I will apparate there, they won't be able to trace the magic in that broad of an area."

"As you wish mistress."

Sky began to walk out of the room, but stopped when she realized something she had not confronted. Scolding herself for not thinking of it sooner, she turned to Xander and said, "Sirius is my new partner, make sure he stays out of trouble, if he leaves, leave with him, do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

          "And Xander?" Sky said shortly before turning to leave, "Make your presence known."

          A sly grin graced the demon's face as he bowed, "As you wish,"

. . .

          Sky landed with the grace of a panther on the grounds outside a small homeless society, the same place where it was told that she came from. She calmly walked down the dreary street, keeping her head down and trying to not draw attention to herself. The inhabitants of this 'tent' city knew of her constant presence, but swore to protect her secrecy and not tell a soul.

          Tyrone Maxwell was a man who was a figure the people of the slums could look up to, being the oldest he took responsibility. He was also Sky's informant, filling her in on what he has heard and what he thinks will happen.

          Sirius knows nothing about him, and he never will.

          "Hello White Huntress," a man said from the shadows, stepping out in to the light.

          "Hello Dark Leader," Sky said in turn, bowing her head slightly, allowing the man to glimpse a small smile, "you called for me?"

          He nodded and motioned for her to sit across from him, in an old ratty chair that would have matched the one in her equally old safe house.

          "I found something that may come of some us for you," The middle-aged man said softly, handing her a package, "Inside are your files."

          Sky's eyes widened as her fingers went to open the package, "How? How did you get them?"

          "Don't open it now," He warned, laying a hand atop of the assassins, "what is inside that fold are things that may endanger you missions if you know.

          Sky smiled and replied, "You have my word, as well as my life." Sky said reverently, her face softening when the older man raged with a hacking cough, "You're sick."

          Maxwell waved it off and said, "It's nothing. I must have caught it from one of the children."

          Suddenly something in her clicked, a maternal instinct that over rode her training and hard façade, "They're children here?"

          Maxell sighed and nodded, "They're good hiders. They hide during the day so that the police wont take them away and throw them in to orphanages. They hide in the dark so no one can see their fears. They hide during the day so no one can see their tears."

          "Who takes care of them?" Sky asked quickly, having the sudden urge to find every child and care for them as if they were her own.

          "I do," Maxwell murmured, "Myself and the other adults, sometimes they take care of themselves."

          "They need medicine," Sky declared, "When I meet you next week I will bring them what they need, may I see them?"

          Maxwell only nodded and turned towards the main street and yelled, "Hildrenchay! It's safe to play!"

          Suddenly out of nowhere, young children began to appear from nowhere, out of windows, from alley ways, out of the sewers, dumpsters, boxes and holes in the walls. They ranged from ages four to twelve, each wearing clothes in the same condition as the next, thin and ragged, they're small frames had bones jutting out against their skin, eyes sunken in to their dingy faces.

          Sky looked on in shock as Maxwell stepped forwards and announced, "This is White Huntress, she is her to help you, be kind and courteous and tell her how you feel. She will try to make you feel better, now line up! There we go," he looked over the children to see the youngest girl hobbling towards the back of the line, "Tana! Tana dear, you can come to the front, that's better." He looked over to Sky, whose assassin appearance was no longer seen in her large brown eyes, "thank you again White Huntress."

          "There is no need to thank me Dark Leader," Sky said softly, her voice void of emotion, "I am merely 'protecting the innocence of tomorrow by eliminating the evils of today'," Sky quoted what Fudge constantly told her before she could object, knowing that Sky's weakness was protecting the innocent.

          She needed to protect these children.

. . .

          "She finally realizing," Diana exclaimed in joy as she turned towards her brother, "Her instincts are kicking in! I am waking up in her! Take that you stupid mortal Fudge!"

          Lucifer laughed, rushing towards his sister, his usual smile replaced with a look of sheer exuberance as he picked her up, spinning her around in his arms, "That great Diana," he laughed, kissing her upon her forehead, "she'll be back to normal in no time."

          "And she'll get that bastard back," Diana muttered furiously, "maybe I will ask Cel to play with him for a while,"

          "He won't come out of the underworld, never has never will," Lucifer sighed, putting his forehead to his sisters, "You're beautiful, you know that?"

          Diana smiled and asked, "How is your heir?"

          "He's looking for her, but since her mind was altered, so were her psi waves, so he can't use his telepathy."

          "They're soul mates, they'll find each other, we did." Diana murmured, kissing him lightly on the lips.

          "You two are so cute together," Aradia said flatly, watching with an inner amusement at her parents, who were blushing profusely, "Don't worry Mamma, I won't tell anyone about your public signs of affections. I was called about an unrequited love, so Anteros came along with me,' She rolled her eyes as her father put down her mother, "Has that mortal man impregnated your heir yet?"

          "I told you Aradia-"

          "Mamma, I know, but I can feel it. She will be my heir and I know that mortal will be the father."

          Diana narrowed her eyes and turned back to the mirror, gazing down as her heir memorized the symptoms of the sick children.

          She smiled, her fingers hovering over the pool.

          Protector of those who were innocent.

          Maybe there's hope for this, 'Sky' girl after all.

. . .

          Diana: I hate you

          Chelsea: Thanks [grins]

          Aradia: I don't think you want my mother mad

          Chelsea: [crosses arms over chest] Wrong. You don't want ME mad…

          Lucifer: Why?

          Chelsea: I am the almighty ruler of your universe. Whatever I say goes. If you disagree with me [snaps fingers] [Tot from Weiss Kruez and Relena from Gundam Wing pop up]

          Tot: Nagi? Where's Nagi! TOT WANTS NAGI! Nagi Where are you!

          Relena: [take a big breath] HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERO COME AND KILL ME!!!

          All: AHHHHHHH! [convulsions]

Chelsea: [has earmuffs over ears] [snaps finger] [annoying bitches disappeared back in to their own realm… right in the middle of some hot, sweaty Heero/Duo/Trowa or Nagi/Omi sex… respectively] Do you understand why you must not anger me?

All: [nod furiously]

Chelsea: I love being evil [smiles] Now review… please? Other wise I shall bring Relena and Tot back… and we don't want this? Do we?