AN: Yep, I'm finally writing again. We finished our other story and I figured out what direction I wanted this to take. Didja miss me? Well, I don't blame you.

Harry opened the door to the common room just as Hermione started in on Ron about his homework and the importance of his potions essay that he hadn't written yet. Upon seeing him, they fell silent.

He flopped down in a seat next to the fire and stared at his hands, not wanting to face the obvious questions that they asked every time he went to see Lupin. No, there was no word of Helena or Sirius. No, no one knew where they would be. No, he didn't need them to do anything for him.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Harry? Remus hasn't…"

Harry interrupted. "No, Herm, he hasn't. No, Dumbledore hasn't found out where they are. I'm fine, I'm not hungry, and I don't look a little peaky right now. Any NEW questions for me today?"

Ron gaped at him and Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "Look, you aren't the only one who's worried about them, Harry. I just want to make sure there isn't any new information, that's all."

He sighed. "Yeah, well, if there was I would have run in here and told you. You don't need to ask to know the answers." He glanced up at her and saw the tears slipping down her face and stood. "I need to get out of here." He grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

Helena raised her gun, focusing on the tall woman walking in. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

A bemused expression graced her face as the gun became level with her heart. "Now now, Miss Thorpe. Guns are illegal in England."

Helena glared at her. "Who are you and why the hell do you know my name?"

The woman smiled at her in a condescending manner. "It's my business to know." Helena opened her mouth to protest but the woman shook her head. "No, no questions now. Mr. Black needs immediate medical attention and you are both in danger here. Shall we?" She turned and smiled at Sirius, who was slumped into the wall, gobsmacked. "C'mon, Sirius, let's get you to a proper bed."

"But… but… no. I don't know who you are, but you can't just come in here looking like that and expect me to trust you." He glared at her, eyes narrowing more when she laughed.

"You don't know who I am? That's a lie, and we both know it, Mr. Black. Now, the Deatheaters are about three minutes away if my source was correct, we must get going and quickly." She held out a hand to him in a manner that said she would be obeyed and tsked when he didn't comply. "Sirius, you mangy git, I'll explain everything later. Right now, we have to get you two to safety. Now, come ON!"

He glanced over at Helena, who was regarding the blonde woman in front of him with something akin to curiosity. She nodded and he shook his head, he would never understand women. Reaching out, he took her hand.

Harry trudged across the soggy Quidditch field and over to the stands. Climbing up to the seats, he stared out into the inky black sky. It wasn't fair, he'd already lost Sirius once, and it looked as if he would again. Sirius was his family, pretty much the only family he could truly call his. Loosing him again would be unbearable.

"You know, only mad men sit outside on a night like this and mutter to themselves." A voice said next to him.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, instead he jumped out of his seat and fell onto the floor. Looking over, he saw Lynne stifling a laugh and stood. "What are you doing here? What is going on? Who are you?"

She reclined back and chuckled. "You're just full of questions today, aren't you? I'm here because you looked like you could use someone to talk to, besides yourself. What's going on is somewhat broad, narrow that down. Who am I? That's a silly question to come from you, the person who's been snooping through Sirius Black's memories for the past how many months, now?"

He ignored the comment and pulled his wand out. "You work for Voldemort, don't you?"

Lynne laughed. "Work for that fool? I think not. It wouldn't serve my purpose at all. Not to mention, I'd have a horrible tattoo placed on my arm. I go for things that are a bit more dainty, thank you."

He noticed she didn't show him her arm and backed away slightly. "Who are you? Lynne died before I was born, so don't try to tell me you're her. WHO ARE YOU!"

She froze, a smile creeping onto her face. It transformed into all out laughter. "Oh, Harry, you are so much like your mother. She yelled at me a lot, too, you know. Had a temper just like yours," she gasped out.

Harry didn't believe her, but he didn't let it show on his face. "Petrificus Totalis!" She froze, stiff as a board, and fell to the ground. "I'm not an idiot. Who are you and why are you here?"

She stared at him for a minute before the frost that had been covering her began to melt. Soon enough, it was all just a puddle at her feet. "You know, I didn't think you'd have the courage to take me on, boy. I guess I was wrong, wasn't I? Alright, fine, I'll give you some answers. Merlin knows, you deserve them."

She sat down and cast a drying spell on herself before continuing. "You're right Lynne did die when she was twenty-two. She was only missed by her friends, having no living family left, and had agreed that night to marry Sirius. I guess I'm not her, then, am I?" She sighed and stood. "I just wanted to let you know your godfather is safe, as well as your professor. I'll be leaving then."

Harry gasped and watched as she turned misty then completely disappeared.

Who was that?

AN: Woot, I'm writing again. Don't worry, there will be more soon. Also, I'll be redoing my earlier stuff, it seems my work has improved since then. :p anywhoooooo, review and tell me what you think!