Author's note: Please be aware that I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, everything, except my character OC(S) I place here, belongs to the wonderful Lady J.K. Rowling. THIS IS A TRIAL RUN! I would very much like to hear your thoughts. I was originally never going to upload this fiction, however, I know it was something I was looking forward to sharing. This is a Sirius Black/OC, maybe Severus Snape/OC, Fanfiction. So, welcome back, readers! I hope you enjoy this one as much as you have the first 2 Harry Potter stories! :) Do enjoy, this is the Harry Potter Era, so it's/ going to be a bit. Keep your heads up. Enjoy!

Updated: 12/2021

Chapter 1

Year 2295

When Voldemort took power, he had overtaken the magical community first, and swiftly with a vengeance in his wake. Then, he took over the muggle's world. He had no equal, and quite literally became the Emperor.

Any who stood against him were cut down rapidly.

Over time he had stripped their world of their modern technology. Everything was destroyed. Hogwarts, Historical landmarks, Libraries, Records, anything he felt the need to be rid of. Like computers, cellphones, and communication towers, they were of no use for his world. Anything that was not related to Pen and paper and typewriters was destroyed. Eventually, their wardrobe attire had also been refashioned into a mixture of styles, ranging from dark Victorian to Apocalyptic rags with a few other styles mixed into the pooling blend. Blades and survival gear were also reconstructed.

Hogwarts had been stripped of its school-like nature and turned into a Palace for himself. Drumstrange was now the Wizarding School, as were a few other schools around the globe. They were the replacement for Hogwarts and other schools that had not reformed under his laws and were there-by destroyed.

But the brainwashing started with the young minds. Voldemort, in their time now of 2295, was called "Emperor" or "The Conqueror of Time". He had overcome death itself and had lived for many years. Ever since the moment of being reborn and his power restored in 1995 during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Voldemort had killed Harry James Potter, and from there on claiming his throne over the Wizarding world had become just as easy. The Muggle world came under his rule shortly thereafter. And hardly any survived. And he relished in his power, the throne he now had and the ever-growing power he was collecting from the world. No magical, nor non-magical, being had the strength to stand against him. And barely anyone was against him any longer.

12 Grimmauld Place

The 23-year-old redhead sat nervously in 12 Grimmauld's Place as she prepared herself for the coming trip. By 'preparation', she was trying to distract herself by reading old newspaper articles from a little over 300 years ago, yes, that's right, a little over 300-year-old news articles. Their living hell had lasted that long and he was still alive! The children he'd fathered over the years had even contributed to his immortality. His first child had found that out the hard way.

By taking the lives of his children upon maturity he had been able to reform his human likeness, but that was just a bonus, the stolen years gave years to add to his 'immortality'. However, he could still bleed, meaning he could be killed.

However, her 'trip' was a one-way mission. One she wouldn't be coming back from. And truthfully, maybe it was for the better. Her family was dead. Her mother and father were killed years apart, but still, they had been trying to protect her and her brother.

Unfortunately, her brother, Sean, had turned his back on them and gave Voldemort everything he knew. All except Grimmauld Place, Sean had never known nor set foot near their latest hideout, and they had done everything in their power over the years to keep it that way. To that day they'd been unable to find it. She was nervous, terrified actually. With so many thoughts running through her mind, she violently slammed the paper closed and tossed it off to the side of the study.

Resting her head in her palms, her body trembled. Her dark blue dress hugged her in every upper body curved place, closed by small metal hooks from the dipping 'v' and long-sleeved shirt that had been made and sewn into a fashioned robe of the same dark blue material with wide-open sleeves with breathable skin-tight sleeves made of black mesh material underneath. The top robe-like shirt held her small breast modestly, latching down to the front of her waist. Her long, dark red hair rested straight down to her lower back, softly falling around her as she leaned forward, resting her elbows against the long skirt covering her knees and booted toes.

"McGonagall? Are you alright?" A man asked from the door curiously. He'd been walking by when he heard her heavy sigh and the violent rustle of old paper.

They didn't get the daily prophet any longer, because Sean ran the department now in the Ministry.

Looking up at the man's voice that called for her, she tensed a bit at his wandering eyes, he'd always done that. "McClaggen? I thought you were at the dig site with Lelora?"

Smiling at the triumph, McClaggen walked in, "I was, we found it, Lelora found it. We found Minerva's Time-Turner, and much more. Sage, do you know what that means?" McClaggen asked with a wide, excited smile.

Sage's heart thumped in her chest with hope, "We don't have to break into his castle to steal one. This is amazing, no casualties."

"No, we still have to get you into Hogwarts grounds." Another man said sternly.

"Lestrange, I thought you were trying to infiltrate his forces at his home for the week?" McClaggen grumbled with dislike.

Leveling an equal dislike of glare to the sandy-haired blond, the man rolled his eyes at the arrogant git. "I was, and I succeeded." Turning his eyes to the redhead sitting in the chair of the study, Alphard controlled his aggravation towards the arrogant McClaggen. "Sage, we should wait. He had the Grim Reapers rounding up their ranks to move out tonight, I overheard him telling them to double their forces at Hogwarts. I think he knows -"

"No, no, we can get her to the Whomping Willow. Alphard, she can morph into her Animagus and get in that way. We'll be her flank." McClaggen spoke up quickly. He couldn't let this not happen tonight, he had plans. Plans that had to be done specifically tonight.

'I made a deal! If I fail to deliver them I'm a dead man, I'll never have my prize!'

Sneaking a glare at McClaggen, Alphard clenched his fists. "No! I am not risking Sage, McClaggen! We lost Amora that way thirteen years ago. I am not losing her daughter to the same foolish mistake!" Alphard scolded with clear anger.

"Why don't you put a sock in it, Lestrange! Your family is the one sitting beside the Dark Lord in the first place!" McClaggen shot back at the Lestrange male.

Turning a heated glare back to McClaggen, Alphard's fists clenched tightly with anger and hatred, he'd wanted to throttle the man. Something had been off with him for some time. Quite some time. "I'm also a part of the Black family's descendants, moron. Regulus and Sirius Black put their lives on the line to stop him and they died in the process! As did Narcissa Malfoy and her sons! Remus and his wife and their only son later down the road! Also, my own Lestrange ancestors! Not all of them were on his side you realize!" Alphard shouted, trying to defend some of his family. And he would make it clear that he was just as much a part of the New Order the same as McClaggen and everyone else involved in it. And that was very few numbers in their forces as it was.

And it was just growing smaller.

"Malcolm!" Sage snapped, standing from her chair swiftly, trying to stop them both before they started to physically fight like they always had as kids. "Before you start on a hate quest rant, why don't you look at the history that the Original Order members sacrificed for us to be here… We're lucky we even have this Order still. But it's barely standing as is." Sage snapped at them both, namely Malcolm. McClaggen was so hateful towards Alphard that he forgets that Narcissa had sacrificed a lot, her own life, after she'd had her second child, she'd given her son to the Order members to keep him safe from the Dark Lord's grasp, and the Malfoy mother had paid for it in blood.

"He's also named after Regulus Black, Sage! The guy worked for the Dark Lord for years like his parents, then at the last minute of sudden insight, he switched sides! How can that even be considered doing the right thing when he should have done the right thing in the first place!" and in his mind, Malcolm thought Regulus should have stayed with his original side.

A woman slammed the kitchen door closed with annoyance at the current topic, once more it was about her family.

The suddenly slammed door grasped the three's attention as the new blonde woman stormed their way and shoved between Alphard and Malcolm. "Oh, for Merlin's sake! Drop it already! Sage, come. Let's get you ready for tonight." She said sternly, sending a hard glare to McClaggen, the guy was annoying and always gave her the creeps. He was always following Sage like a little lost, stalker, puppy. Something wasn't right about him after he'd been captured four years ago. Voldemort and his Reapers had him for weeks before they'd been able to get him back. They'd lost several members themselves in that mission and were now reduced to a very small number, more than what they already were.

"Nesryn, we are not -"

"Yes, we are. If we wait as you want to Al, he'll have that whole place surrounded, it'll be even harder to get in and get her going more than it already will be. I just finished polishing the Artifact, she goes tonight. Even if we die getting her there." Nesryn told her brother.

"No, no one dies -"

"It's life, Sage! Every time we've gone on a mission like this we've always lost a few people, if not half of us. And we'll only be able to get a few people onto the grounds quickly before the alarms are sounded. We get you to the Whomping Willow, you start the Turner and you go, no matter what happens you get that Turner going and you don't stop. You hear me?" She told her friend coldly.

Sage's eyes filled with tears as her friend held her arms tightly, Nesryn's cold blue eyes staring deep into her soul. She, her two brothers, Alphard and Magnus, and older sister, Lelora, were the last member's directly related to the House of Black, the last Malfoy's in truth as well, even the last form of Lupin's, even though not directly related to Teddy Lupin, but cousins of his family long past. They were the last of them all.

Nodding with fear filling her, Sage walked up to her room and started to pack a small bag that had been charmed with an undetectable extension charm. She wasn't coming back, and she wanted to take what she could with her, things she'd need. Like Teddy Lupin's letters and one or so of his journals with his plan of attack and the potion vial that he had demanded to be taken back in time with the traveler.

"Remember what he said, stay low, don't lie, little truths here and there if you have to, watch what you say, you could set them off. Be patient, gain their trust and watch out for Remus and Sirius, because apparently, Sirius Black will eat you alive if he finds you a threat, Snape is just as bad, if not possibly worse. But please, please, be careful… Because the moment you land in the past… Sage, this future will no longer exist." Nesryn softly begged her. A whisper on her lips as she warned her friend.

The others didn't want Sage to know this, but Nesryn knew Sage had every right to know. It was her home too after all. Sage was raised here, grew up in the very walls of the Black family home. Now she was leaving it. All because some old groupies of the New Order had focused on her upon her birth and trained her, with what little knowledge and abilities they had. All because she was there. A newborn. Someone who knew nothing at the moment, someone who could learn just about anything, everything she'd need to get Ted Lupin's idea started and hopefully, with some improvising on Sage's end, succeeded.

"Wait, what? No one told me that part!"

"Because you are leaving this time stream and going back in time to change this future, it will have changed. Sage, you can do this, otherwise, my brother and I will follow you into the past and kick your butt…" Nesryn laughed playfully. Tears burned her blue eyes as the two girls looked at one another. Pulling the young 23-year-old into her arms Nesryn took a strong breath to keep herself under control, her arms tightening around the redhead. But her hold wasn't the only one that grew stronger. Sage's hold around Nesryn grew tight as well. They were both afraid.

Sadly, their peace wasn't meant to last.

Heavy feet slammed against the stairwell. Suddenly Alphard flew into the room panting with adrenaline and fear clear on his face. "Girls! Time to leave, whatever isn't packed stays. We gotta go, now... Come on!" he shouted when they hadn't moved. Grabbing Sage's bag, he tossed a few other things inside her bag and tossed it to her as she dumped a few other things inside as well, quickly closed it up just as the front door to Grimmauld place was blown inward.

"Come out, come out wherever you are little rabbits!" a voice sang around the house of the front door.

The voice sent chills up her spine, "Sean?" his name was like a whisper on her lips as she stared at the opened doorway with dread.

Grabbing the girls' hands, they quickly Disapparated from the home and headed straight for Hogwarts. His wishes to not do this tonight had just been shot to Hell. They had to get Sage to the Whomping Willow. "What about the Time-Turner?!" Sage asked with fright in mid-travel.

"It's with me, don't worry- wait, Al, where's Malcolm?" Nesryn told her before asking her brother where McClaggen was, she may not have liked him, but he was still a part of their Order.

"He's meeting us there. He's our security. We get as close to the tree as we can and you go, no stopping." Al re-explained.

Seconds later, they dropped on Hogwarts grounds at a pond in the back of the woods. "Not where I wanted us to land but it'll do, come on, we gotta run, now." Pulling Sage to her feet he held onto her hand tightly and they all made a run for the Willow. To their luck, the alarms hadn't gone off. But something wasn't right, they should have sounded as soon as they Apparated inside Hogwarts grounds.

Slowing them to a very slow walk, Alphard gave a silent hand signal to tell the girls to keep themselves down towards the covered brush as much as possible. Slowly making their way up to the Willow, its branches still long yet as ever. "The alarms haven't gone off,"

"Maybe Malcolm was able to disarm the alarms," Sage suggested softly.

Shaking his head in thought, Alphard sighed and looked back at her, his hand still firmly holding hers, he wasn't letting go until he knew she was safe to go ahead with this. They could end up sending her dead body back almost a thousand years if she didn't burn up first. "Doubtful, those alarms are inside the Castle with the rest of his forces and himself."

"Then what do we do?" Nesryn asked with slight annoyance.

Getting irritated with the girls he glared back at his sister. "Shush, I'm thinking."

"Well don't think too hard on it pal, what are you doing down there anyway?" Malcolm's gentle yet charming laughter came from the hillside.

Looking up towards him, Al rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh. Low-and-behold, resting against a large boulder that was locked into the ground as he stared at them was none other than Malcolm McClaggen, "Come on, the Alarms are disabled, we have full reign of the tree. Keep Guard, I'll walk her inside."

Not liking this at all, Al's hold on Sage's hand grew. Something wasn't right. "No, I will. I'm not letting her go until I know she's safe."

"She'll never be safe unless we get her and the Time-Turner to start." Malcolm slightly argued. Walking a few steps towards Lestrange, Malcolm reached between Al and Sage's hands and tried to remove Alphard's grasp from hers, a dark look in his eyes. A threatening look.

This wasn't right, the whole thing was off. "Alright, knock it off. Good God, both of you have some issues you need to work out." Sage grumbled, removing her hand from Al's gently and took the object which Nesryn held out for her.

The two girls shared a sad look, their last glimpse at one another. Taring her eyes from her friend she headed towards the tree's entrance, Malcolm on her heels.

Glaring at the back of her brother's head Nesryn smacked his arm, "What is going on with you three?" she demanded.

"I don't trust him," Al answered simply.

"You mean you don't like him, come on, we both know you two have eyes for her, but it's not going to happen brother dearest."

Huffing at being called out, Alphard grumbled mostly to himself before looking back to his sister. But he really didn't trust the guy. "No, I don't trust him."

"And for good reason, old friend. You really should have come with me when I defaulted to Lord Voldemort."

His voice was one they had just fled from, turning to face him, Al moved his sister behind him. An attempt to safeguard her. "Hello, Sean,"

Whomping Willow

Wrapping the Time-Turner's chain around her, Sage studied her ancestor's artifact carefully and with a hopeful smile. The first smile she'd truly had since this whole thing had blown up in their faces when her mother and father were killed, and her brother betrayed them. To change their fates, Sage had to go back in time and help the Order, the original order, the second Order of the Phoenix. Because helping what was left of them in her current time was not doing anything. "Okay, so I put the Turner around my neck and…. Crap, how many turns? Oh, right," Sage spoke mostly to herself. She wasn't paying attention to Malcolm as he walked up behind her and grasped a hold of the Turners' chain. His action startled her. "Damn it, Malcolm! I almost started turning this thing!" She scolded him, she only had one chance to get this right!

He had to do it now! He had to get them both back into the past, he had to stop Lord Voldemort from going into that house, or at least warn him to be more vigilant if he were to keep his promises. If Malcolm was to have everything he was promised. And he wanted Sage, and he was damn well finally going to have her all to himself. Lestrange wouldn't be in his way at all. "We can go together, Sage. We can go back, help them regain his power, warn him, help him gain everything he needs, help him make everything better than he did without our help. We know the future, we know what happened, not everything of course, but some of the main events. His events, the moves the Order will make, we can help them stop the Order, we can have everything, we can live a life in a world that was so beautiful-"

Her ears had to be tricking her. More so her eyes. His own green eyes were wide and shining with what she'd call madness, but he was too close for comfort, his face mere inches from her face, "Whoa, slow down, Malcolm. What the heck are you talking about?" Suddenly grabbed by him, Sage leaned her head back and away from him as he attempted to kiss her, "What the hell are you doing- LET GO! MALCOLM, GET OFF ME! AL!" She was frightened as he suddenly jumped on her, wrestling the Time-Turner from her and pinned her to the already weak floorboards.

Pinning her to the creaking floor boards, Malcolm felt his eyes sparkling with delusions, "I did this for us! I know you won't forgive me without help, but we can do this, we can make it work. I promise we can get married in the past, have a life -"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" Alphard's sudden shout filled the Shrieking Shacks ruins. But he wasn't alone, he and Nesryn were being held captive as they were forced up the stairs and into the room. Both struggled to get out of their captured vice-like hold.

Frightened and wanting to be anywhere but with Malcolm, Sage fought his hold to run to her friends, but his hold was painful, "Alphard! Nesryn! Sean, let them go, please, please, I'm begging you! D-don't hurt them, please!" She begged him.

Rolling his green eyes with irritation at hearing Lestrange's voice, now seeing two of the Lestrange siblings. "Oh, look, the wall in the way again… You know, he's the reason I went to him. After they captured me, the long hours of torture, he let me out of the dungeons, sat me down. Promised me so many things. A happy life, power, money… You. But only if I go with you and deliver my side of the deal. The sooner he has his power restored, the sooner he can kill the boy and get rid of the Order. He just wants his time, Sage." Malcolm said, whispering into her red hair as he held her close to him. To him he felt like his wishes and dreams were coming true, she was finally in his arms, but her struggles were getting annoying.

To Sage, she was panicking, fearful, and repulsed as her mind circled with one thought, 'He's gone mad!' How had she not noticed?! She knew he had changed, but anyone in captivity in Voldermort's grasp for so long would change, to not be themselves after that ordeal! But she hadn't realized he'd betrayed them!

"Malcolm, I am going to say this as nicely as I can…. YOU'RE INSANE!" She screamed into his face, catching him off guard, she slammed a leg back into his knee, knocking him to his knees with a painful huff and shout. The impact weakened his hold on her, giving her the upper hand, and locked his arm behind his back. Pulling a small amount of Peruvian Instant Darkening Powder from her robes and tossing it at her brother's feet, Sage ripped the Time-Turner from Malcolm's hold, breaking a few fingers for touching her, mostly for trying to kiss her.

Her distraction and sudden outburst to fight back gave Al and Nesryn their own chance to take their captures by a slight surprise. And at his chance, he swung as hard as he could in the direction in which he knew Sean was and knocked him back and over the railing. Grabbing his sister, he almost swung at the figure that ran into him and Nesryn until he heard the frightened gasp of a woman, "No! Wait, it's me, go, run!" Hearing her voice was a relief.

But run they did. Right down the tunnel and out the Whomping Willow.

A curse flew at their backs and a body dropped with a heavy thud.

"NESRYN!"

His heart clenched tight at Sage screaming for his sister. Her long blonde hair fanned around her now still body. Quickly wrapping his arms around Sage's advancing form to go back for Nesryn, Alphard Lestrange tossed Sage back towards the Rocky wall, he needed her to run or start turning the Time-Turner. "TURN THE DAMN THING!" He screamed at her. But she was frozen with fear. The girl couldn't move! "Sage!" He wandered for a moment at what had her so frightened? She'd been in worse binds than this!

Another curse was screamed behind him, Sean's voice clear as the night's starry skies. And he knew the curse was heading straight for Sage, Sean McGonagall was so out of his mind if he was willing to kill his sister. Alphard's body moved quickly in front of her, wrapping his arms around her as it hit his back, his flesh burned at being ripped into painfully, it took his breath away. The sudden shout of pain that left Sage as they fell had him in panic, but the stillness she displayed as they landed against the ground terrified him.

Grabbing the Time-Turner in hand, he wrapped the chain around them both and began to turn the spinner hourglass in the center. The world instantly began to move backward. His body began to weaken, finishing the turns, Al looked down at the now unconscious woman, even with her red hair he could see she had hit her head on the rock wall as they fell, blood coated her temple and a slightly nasty gash on the side of her head. Praying he got the turns right, Alphard did the most dangerous thing imaginable, he slipped the chain from himself and rolled away from her, slipping out of the time loop.

Only one could make the trip. The Time-Turner only had enough power and strength for that kind of journey for one person, he was a dead man anyway. He'd been hit by Sectumsempra. The ground was cold beneath him, seeping into his clothes and body as his back burned from the wounds being against the cold ground, staining the ground red. Alarms burned his ears that soon became soft echoes became nothing but whispers.

Until darkness became nothing.

Death took his heart and mind, but the image of his baby sister's sweet smile was the only thing that helped him know he was going to see her in the afterlife soon.

Hogwarts -1992

"RON! THE TREE!"

"AH! STOP! STOP! STOP!" Ron screamed, smacking his wand against the steering wheel of the flying car, but it was not going to help one bit. His wand snapped like a twig and mere seconds later they were running into the Whomping Willow. "My wand… Look at my wand..." Ron whimpered as he stared at his broken wand, tears burning his eyes. Not for the loss of the wand, in truth, he was afraid of what his mother was going to do to him!

"Be thankful it wasn't your neck... Now, what the heck had your attention so badly!" Harry snapped with fright and annoyed curiosity.

"I thought I saw something!" Ron cried. Fear flooded him with the screams he was in for from his mother. What was he going to do about his wand!

Huffing as he looked around, Harry saw nothing at all. Confused, he shrugged with curiosity and slight irritation that his friend had been driving and not had his eyes in front of him at all! "Saw what!"

"I thought I saw a - " The car made a sudden jolt. The tree had just moved… "What was that?"

"I don't know… but I don't think that's a good thing." Harry sighed with fear as he looked around. Once more they were moved. This time they were almost lifted out of their seats.

"What's happening?" Ron almost cried.

The assault began tenfold, the Trees' branches slammed and attacked the Car that had landed in its hold and broke a few of its branches. But the sudden fall backward had the two boys screaming with fright. Finally, on the ground, the boys inside the car took a breath of relief. Until the car spat them out and their belongings and took off into the forest.

Ron sighed, he was already in for it with his mother, now this, "Dad's gonna kill me..."

"Ron..." Harry gently called to his friend. The poor boy had already been through enough, heck, they both had, but the body laying before them near the tree had his heart-stopping. "Ron, you never said what you thought you saw."

"Huh, oh yeah. I thought I saw -" Ron froze midway as his eyes fell upon the very thing he thought he had seen, the very same thing Harry was seeing also, "… A body ... Oh God. Is she-is she dead, Harry?" Ron asked with fright as the two boys rushed to the woman's side and checked for a pulse.

Harry placed his hand a small distance from her mouth and nose, his heart relaxed at feeling gentle breathing against his palm, "No, she's still breathing."

Ron was relieved for a moment until he saw the red in her already dark red hair. Moving some of her hair aside to see what it could be, Ron's eyes widened with dread. "Look at her head. Looks like she took a nasty hit."

"Ron, go get help. We can't leave her alone." Harry instructed. They couldn't leave her alone out here. She could die if they both left her alone. The absence of someone's presence could leave the person lying there feeling empty and cold. At least that's what Harry always thought.

"R-right, help. Alright." Ron stuttered as he stood on wobbly legs and ran inside calling for help. He found Mr. Filch thankfully who ran in to get the Professors. By the time they got her on a hospital stretcher, there was a swarm of students and staff around them outside, curious as to how she got there, and who the heck she was! But the look McGonagall continued to give the young woman looked like she already knew who she was… Or who she thought she was. Even Poppy, Albus, and Pomona Sprout had a look of sheer shock as they looked at her. But that had to be impossible. She was dead!

"Minerva? Are you alright dear?" Poppy asked her friend with worry.

"No, Poppy. I am not alright… This is impossible… She's dead… Elizabeth is dead." Minerva whispered, her watering eyes following the stretcher heading inside the school as the rest of the Professors and Prefects instructed the students to go back inside and finish supper.

"Try to calm yourself, Minerva. She appears to simply be an injured woman who looks like her, and if that's the case then I believe we need to make sure the school's defenses are well in place." Dumbledore instructed, nodding his head to a few of their security personnel.

"Professor, she had this on her. It was hot and we didn't want it to burn her, so we took it off." Ron said with worry. They were late, they'd stolen a car and they'd likely been seen on their way out of London in the flying car. But the item had McGonagall's last name on it, and he figured it should be turned over to her, and she was also the head of Gryffindor House.

Looking at the item she took from Ron's offered hand, Minerva studied the Time-Turner and quickly hid the item in her robes with a frightful, sad, and confused intake of breath before she quickly picked up her pace to catch up with the stretcher. This woman had her personal Time-Turner, but that was impossible because Minerva was wearing the very same around her neck. She didn't go anywhere without it. Never left it unsupervised. 'This is impossible. She'd have to be though if she had the very same that I still have in my possession! And even so, how could she possibly look exactly like my daughter!'

But as the minutes ticked by and Poppy worked on minding the woman's head, doing the normal and thorough check-up, the nurse took a blood sample to check for any illnesses.

Albus, Poppy, Minerva, and Severus were waiting patiently as she woke up almost an hour later.

Her eyes adjusted to the room around her, the soft light that illuminated the wing she was in, the bed was comfortable, but not as comfortable as her bed back home. However, as she took in the stone walls and the stained glass of the windows, Sage shot up with a tearful gasp and fell out of the bed with fright, and began to scramble away from the figures she'd been surrounded by. She was in the castle! Thinking she hadn't made it into the past, she began to panic further. Thinking she was now a prisoner in Voldemort's clutches.

However, only a few out of the many thoughts she had flying through her mind was correct. Standing from her fallen place she found four figures now standing around the bed she had previously been laying in. But the soft light illuminating the room didn't exactly give her the light she needed to see that they were not Voldemort's followers. "No, no, no, no. Thi-this isn't happening… Oh God, wh-where's Alphard!"

"Calm down dear girl, you are in no danger." The old soothing voice of Albus Dumbledore spoke to her. But it was still not enough.

"Severus! Quick, before she makes a run for it!" Poppy shouted with fright. She couldn't let her patient make a run for it with a head wound. Just because she'd healed the girl up didn't mean she was alright to be on her feet!

Quickly stepping around everyone, Severus quickly caught the fleeing woman against his chest, his quick thinking to brighten the candlelight was a good idea considering the moment the light burned bright her fist froze mid-swing as she came face to face, really face to chest, him.

Her breath was frozen in her lungs as she looked up to the man who'd stopped her, ran right into his arms and chest. She recognized him as Severus Snape… THE Severus Snape. Her eyes grew wide as the living, breathing secret weapon Dumbledore used to infiltrate Voldemort's ranks stood right in front of her. And she had almost hit him… "S-Severus Snape?"

Confused as to how this woman knew him, to the point that the only redhead he'd ever really known was six feet under and had green eyes, not blue. He had never seen this woman before in his life! However, the stunning similarities she shared with Lily almost had him stepping back from her. Raising a curious brow at her, Severus watched her eyes roll in the back of her head and swiftly caught her once more as she fainted. Still confused, Severus lifted her into his arms, "Well, I've never had that happen before..." He said nonchalantly as he rested the now unconscious woman back onto the bed, allowing Minerva and Poppy to fret over the girl once again.

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