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Jessica had been heading back to the Gryffindor common room when she heard the shout, 'COME OUT'. Interested, she changed direction and followed the voice. It had brought her to the classroom both Sirius and Peter were in.

As she listened to the two marauder's conversation, she felt the anger bubble in her. 'As if Harry's life wasn't difficult enough' she thought, 'now that stupid rat wants to take away the only family he has left.'

On its own accord, Jessica's sword suddenly appeared in her hands. Gripping it tightly she waited for the perfect moment to attack.

When Wormtail mentioned James, Jessica lost it. Without a second thought she jumped behind the Animagus and with one mighty swing split the traitorous rat right down the middle. A large spurt of blood hit her and she stumbled back a little in shock.

Only one thought came to her mind as she stared unbelieving at the body oozing blood all over the stone floor, 'What have I done...'

Sirius stared at the shell shocked girl still holding the bloody sword. She hadn't moved a muscle since she had struck a minute ago. Her eyes were wide and her hands were shaking so much she lost grip of her sword sending it clattering to the ground.

"Jessica..." Sirius ventured timidly as he pulled himself off the ground and stepped toward the distraught girl.

Jessica looked up with glazed eyes, her knees went weak and she started to collapse, she barely noticed when two arms encircled her and kept her from hitting the floor. Nor did she notice when the same arms helped her into a chair.

Jessica had been told by Greg many times that she and Harry might have to kill during this war. But never, not once, had she given it any real thought, but now the reality of this war had finally hit her. Killing a human, no matter how evil, wasn't the same as destroying a troll or another magical creature. How was she supposed to stand by Harry in this war if she took the death of one jerk so hard?

For once in her life the infallible Jessica did the unthinkable, she let the sweet blackness of oblivion wash over her. Jessica Lock had fainted.

Sirius was once again running through the halls, except this time carrying an unconscious, not to mention bloody, Jessica in his arms. Running as fast as he could on two feet, he finally managed to make it to his destination.

Saying the password he sprinted up the stairs and barged through the door at the top.

"Ah, welcome Sirius." The headmaster said not looking up from his notes, "You're late." This time he did look up and the usual mischievous twinkle disappeared from his eyes as he took in the man.

If the large hand shaped bruise on Sirius' neck was no indication that something had happened, the bloody, and unconscious Jessica he was laying on a conjured couch was.

"What happened?" He demanded standing and moving quickly toward the girl. Once satisfied she had no injuries he turned back to Sirius.

The Animagus had sat himself in a chair and was wearily running his hand through his hair.

Once Dumbledore had seated himself, Sirius told him what had happened. From the voices, to Jessica fainting, and everything in between. In the end he pulled a tiny object from his pocket and enlarged it to his original size.

Setting the sword on the Headmasters desk he retook his seat and asked, "Is this what I think it is, Albus?"

Dumbledore gently reached for the beautiful sword tracing Jessica's name, which was engraved into the metal, before gazing in awe at the jewels of Faith, Strength, Charity and Justice that resided on its golden hilt.

When Dumbledore still had not answered him, Sirius repeated his question. "Albus, is this the sword of a Mystic Knight?"

Tearing his eyes away from the extraordinary sword lain on his desk, he met his friends' eyes. "Yes, Sirius, this is indeed just that. A sword belonging to the mythical savior the Mystic Knight."

Sirius sat back in his chair, stunned. "That means..." he whispered glancing at the object of his Godsons affection (whether he knew it or not). When Dumbledore nodded Sirius blurted out, "That's not possible, she's just a child!"

Dumbledore looked amused, "I assure you it is possible. I'm not sure how, but I think I know who could tell us." Rising from his seat he walked to his fireplace, threw some floo powder in, followed quickly by his head.

Sirius could not hear what Albus was talking about, or who was on the other side of the conversation. But a few seconds later Dumbledore pulled his head back out and retook his seat.

"What was that about?"

Dumbledore just smiled, the twinkle having returned to his eye and told the confused man to wait a few minutes for his other guest to arrive.

Minutes later the door opened and Sirius stared at the man standing there. "What are you doing here?"

Alright who believed Harry was the one who saved Sirius. Come on be truthful now. I know some of you may think Jessica is a little out of character in this chapter but we all have to remember she's just a 15 year old girl. No matter how calm and collected she may seem, it would still affect her when she killed someone. After all, she's only human. I hope you all liked this chapter, and the next one will be up real soon. I'm starting to ramble, but luckily I only have one thing left to say. Thank you for all your reviews and I hope you continue to review. Cheers!