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 just a little bit before any Sirius/OC action is seen. Keep your heads up and Enjoy!

Updated: 12/2021

Chapter 2

"Is she alright? Poppy, is she alright!?" Minerva was frantic with worry.

"Minerva, please. Yes, she will be alright, but she needs rest. As do we all... I will watch her. Go to bed. All of you." Poppy said, showing the majority of them out. Her soft sigh filled the silent Hospital wing, Minerva hadn't moved from her spot. "Minerva, go to bed."

"I'll take the cot next to her- no, Poppy. Please… I just. I have to… I must know who she is before Albus does, I have to know she isn't Elizabeth. But I know deep down that's impossible, Elizabeth is dead. This woman had blue eyes, Elizabeth had brown eyes. This woman has dark red hair, and straight! Elizabeth didn't have hair like this, she had wavey hair, lighter, shorter!" In all of her slightly loud comparison, Minerva had sat on the bed next to the woman who looked so much like her dead daughter and her tears began to fall.

Poppy spent most of the night comforting her crying friend before nodding to the Transfiguration Professor and motioned towards the pillow, "Sleep,"

Morning

Poppy smiled at the now fully functional woman. She was walking and not nauseous at all. "You're clear to go. However, I will ask that you stay, Minerva and the other Professor will be -" The Healer was interrupted by her doors opening, and three Professors entering her Hospital Wing.

"Sorry to barge in on you Madam Pomfrey... I am glad you are awake dear girl. Now, please, I know you've just woken up from your ordeal, however, we'd like to ask you a few questions." Albus stated bluntly and to the point as he walked in with Severus and Minerva. At her understanding nod, Albus smiled gently to her, "Now, a name will be the start of it all."

Her bright blue eyes danced between them all. She'd only ever seen pictures of these people, now they were standing before her. Alive. She was about to give a false name until Teddy's advice, and that of Nesryn's, echoed in her mind. Taking in a soft breath of courage to speak to them, Sage slowly let her out her breath calmly, "I was offered some advice before making this trip… No lies… the whole truth, at least the only things you must know...So, to answer your first question, Professor Dumbledore, my name is Sage, Sage Minerva Elizabeth McGonagall. My mother was sentimental with names." She answered softly. Her bright blue eyes danced between the four people as she spoke her name. Even witnessed the fall of McGonagall's face and shoulders as the woman let out a soft, yet sad, sigh. She had been expecting her to be someone else then. "I'm sorry, but if it brightens up your mood, I am your great-great-great-great-granddaughter. At least, I think that's right, our files and records aren't very accurate."

"How is this possible!?" Snape snapped. He was only being protective, but his sudden outburst had startled her.

"I'm from 2295, I came back to help you all stop the Dark Lord from even coming back… So… To be fair since I have answered his, and your question, my turn. What year is it?" Sage spoke back with slight irritation. She was not going to have him belittle and dissect every answer she gave. Then again, could she blame him? She was, after all, claiming to be from 300 years in the future. She figured if she were in his shoes, she'd do the very same. But she had to know what year it was!

Understanding where she was coming from regarding the questions for answer exchange, Albus smirked a little beneath his long beard at her slight snap back to Severus had him almost in a roll of laughter. Not many in this age who faced against Snape now would ever do it, least of all a second time. However, he had a feeling she'd be the one to do it more than just once. And he looked forward to witnessing this rather funny, and entertaining, experience. Clearing his throat just enough to gain their attention, he figured he could offer her an answer for her question, "It is September 2nd, 1992."

Paling slightly at his answer, Sage stared at Professor Dumbledore with shock, and what they determined to be fright… "You're joking? Right? 1992?" She was completely bewildered. In her unconscious state, she'd bypassed her destination by a long shot! For a moment she was panicking, then the idea of getting closer to them now rather than towards the more intense parts of Harry's life would benefit her best. Sage was calm for only a moment until, "Oh my God, Alphard… Alphard!" Jumping from the cot she began to search the rest of the beds, except she found them empty. "Is there a separate Wing for the males? Alphard, he - he came with me, at least I thought he did, I hit my head, I felt him put the chain around him. At least I thought he did, I couldn't move I was so out of it-"

Raising his hand in a calming motion, Albus gently spoke to the once again panicking woman. "Easy, easy, Sage… you were found alone, no one was with you."

Fearful at the Professor's words, Sage gasped with panic, hot tears burning her bright blue eyes, "But he's hurt, injured terribly! He couldn't have gotten up and moved."

"Injured, injured how?" Minerva asked with curiosity.

"Sean hit him in the back with a curse, likely ripped into him, they changed the curse, laced it with poison. He won't survive unless he has medical attention." Sage was in a panic. If Alphard hadn't come with her, then where, or when, was he? Sitting back on her cot, Sage buried her face in her hands and leaned into her knees. "This is all my fault. I froze up... I've been in worse cases, but I've never seen him personally. It was like the air was ripped from my body. I couldn't move." She whimpered.

Kneeling before her, Minerva gently took hold of the girl's forearms and eased her hands from her face, "Who? Who did you see, Sage?"

The two McGonagall women stared into one another's eyes, and the elder saw the fear, the regret, and the sadness of the news, at the idea of losing her friend, who likely just saved her life at the cost of his own. You were never to jump out mid-turn with a Time-Turner in process. It was life-threatening as it was, but with him, as injured as Sage claims, her friend was likely already dead. But Minerva had to know who she was speaking of, who could have caused her to freeze up like she described if she's been in far worse scenarios? And she had a sinking feeling she was not going to like the answer she got. And she was right.

"The Dark Lord, The Emperor of Time, that's what he calls himself. I came back in time to stop him from killing Harry James Potter."

The Professors present to her confession had quickly decided to keep this quiet for the time being. As of now, Sage was being taken under Minerva's wing, namely of her care. Poppy had taken the sample of blood she'd taken from Sage upon her arrival, and one from Minerva to have them compared and a new one to check for illnesses and future safekeeping. It would take several weeks for the results to come back. However, they somewhat already believed Sage as it was. She had the duplicate of Minerva's Time-Turner she had used, and now ruined and unusable from there on out, and the Order of the Phoenix's photos, the old one Albus had constructed, then the second, Dumbledore's Army and finally a picture of the New Order from the years onward with dates and their names on the back of the photo. But she wasn't giving up everything. Only that her goal was to safeguard Harry Potter. For the time being, they would put some trust in her until they could put their whole trust in her.

Sage had proven she could do transfiguration. Minerva had explained the rules in their years of civil society to her. She had proven to get along with the students, but then again, the children had warmed up to her easily, and rather quickly. Hermione, Harry, and Ron, and many other students like her, even Draco liked her! However, being almost similar to Minerva she was not to be crossed. But she had curiously wondered why Draco was such a bully to others. Yet her surprises had not stopped at being great at Transfiguration, she was good at just about everything. Snape even gave her a test and she had passed it! Unfortunately, she didn't have a wand, that was something they were going to have to remedy soon. But until they knew they could trust her, she was going to be wandless for a while. However, the Potions Master quickly started to like the new Witch in their mists. Sage had blown off Lockhart on the few occasions she'd met him. Snape couldn't help the grin and slight snicker at the memory of Sage's first supper with them at the table and the children.

Flashback

Lockhart grinned his 'flashy' grin at the young redhead and quickly claimed a seat next to her and attempted to charm her. She'd given the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor a confused expression as he spoke about himself, and truthfully, she didn't know who the man was. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

Lockhart's grin dropped quickly, "Y-you mean you haven't heard of me at all?" Lightly laughing at her 'naive' likeness, Lockhart cleared his throat and struck a seated pose, "Dear girl, do you not read?"

Slightly offended at his question, Sage's brow rose with slight annoyance. However, she figured to have a little fun with him. Smiling sweetly, she nodded, "Of course I read, anything that helps me survive and gives me a spark of interest, so yes, of course I read…. Do you read, Professor?" She asked with a slight smirk at his slightly huffed offense and moved back to his previous seat.

Sage bit back her chuckles as she nibbled on the food that was on her plate. Minerva had covered her grinning laughter with a napkin, "That was rather good,"

"I don't like fools who pretend to be something they are not… Why did Professor Dumbledore give him the Defense position again?" She asked with nagging curiosity. Her attention turned to the Elf who took the seat next to her own and laughed playfully at her question before whispering, "Because, Professor Dulbledor is attempting to reveal the man's a fraud. One of the Wizards Lockhart duped was one of Dumbledore's close friends. He has it out for the man." Flitwick explained.

Curious and confused, Sage looked towards Lockhart then back to Flitwick, "Duped? In what way did that thing of a man dupe a wizard who's friends with Albus Dumbledore?" Sage was confused. If Albus was friends with the wizard, how did Lockhart get the better of him? He didn't even teach the children anything!

"The Wizard's mind was wiped clean. Lockhart took the praise and credit for what Albus's friend accomplished, wiped the man's memories, then pretended to save him. Each Witch or Wizard who has ever encountered the man on their travels while he wrote his ridiculous novels their memories would be erased so he could make profits from the stories he wrote." Minerva whispered to the girl. Informing her of what had happened. She too had just recently found that out. "However, it is only speculation since no one has the proof of him being a fake. This is why he is a 'Professor' for the Dark Arts Defense comes into play." Minerva continued to whisper softly.

"And it will work. He shall be revealed of his deeds in due time. Patience is all that is required." Albus said to the two of them, a grin and a soft wink in their direction had Sage almost giggling.

"You are a charmer Albus Dumbledore." Sage joked, though it was true, she had no doubt he was charming in his younger years. Playful still and had a slight streak for fun.

"Why of course, you should have known me when I was much younger, the fun I could have with a friend was always an adventure," Albus claimed with a playful smile, though his mind traveled down memory lane and he was silenced by the face he'd always see and would forever love. But he'd keep that much to himself.

Snape had watched and listened to what he could, and he figured he knew what they were talking about. Sadly though, he still didn't know if he could trust her. But she hadn't done anything as of yet to give them any kind of betrayal. Her only goal was to keep Harry Potter alive, a goal they each shared.

End

Over the days of being there, Sage had explained to them the drawbacks of being in her time, the school was for Pure blooded witches and Wizards, brainwashed into thinking they were the supreme beings of the planet. However, he was curious now as to how she had passed the test he'd given her. Because she'd also passed the O.W. L's and the N.E.W. T's exams. "What did they teach you, none of my students pass that test, not like that," Snape asked curiously. Even though she was gaining some of his pleasured company of being around her, Snape couldn't trust her. Not yet.

Shaking her head, Sage sighed softly, mostly to herself. She was always embarrassed when she'd tell someone she never went to school. "No, I didn't go to school. I was trained specifically for this. When I was born, I guess the Order Members decided from then on, I was 'the one' to come back in time. I don't know why, so I can't give you any further answers to that. My mother was killed when I was ten years old, then my brother defected to his forces after she was killed. When I had no one else the Order members raised me together. My lessons continued as they had previously. And truthfully, it was more brutal. To be honest, I didn't exactly get to be a kid like some others', then again not many of us got to be kids. They wanted me to be 'perfect'. But I'm far from it. I'm a mess up, I can't do anything right and I have no idea what I am doing now. But, the Lestrange siblings in our Order taught me some things, they never expected me to be perfect, and it was a relief from the harshness of the other's, they weren't pleasant things they taught me, but things I'd need to know. Now they're dead, they're all dead. None of them exist anymore… To be honest, I never felt like I belonged there, but here, I feel relief, calm. At least for now." She admitted.

Nodding in understanding, Severus cleared his throat, "Well, if the events you came back to stop did happen to make your world, I hope we can prevent it. However, I must make sure my Quidditch team is practicing."

"Can I come?" She asked quickly, a sudden outburst of excitement. Suddenly feeling she was imposing on his teaching and job as a Professor, she cleared her throat and apologized, "Sorry, I've never seen a Quidditch game before. I got a little too anxious. I'll go see if Minerva needs any help. Have a nice day Professor Snape! Oh, um… Thank you." She said sweetly to him. For the first time since being there, Sage smiled a real smile.

Raising his usual, curious brow, Snape wanted to huff at her. "For what?" He asked with some curiosity, it was the first time in a while someone had smiled at him, least of all thanked him.

Smiling to him, Sage shrugged a little, "For listening," and with that she quickly rushed off, feeling he'd like to have his peace away from her chattering self.

Snape couldn't help but realize she had been right, she never had the chance to be a child and have fun, she was so bored and constantly looking over her shoulder and trying to find something to do that any mention of something she'd likely only read about, Sage would try to jump onto the train to see if she could participate… Maybe they should involve her in a few things? However, he had a growing assumption she'd never been on a broom before. Shrugging it off, Snape walked towards the Quidditch field and found the team laughing as they walked out. "How was practice," He demanded an answer, he never asked questions to students, he simply expected an answer.

"Brilliant Professor Snape, just a few more practice runs, and I think he'll be good to go for the upcoming game. We really must thank Draco's father for the brooms, they fly wonderfully." Flint said with a wicked grin.

"Excellent," Snape simply said and walked away. He had a meeting with Dumbledore and his mind continued to rattle around about Sage. She was energetic, and now in a safe environment compared to her previous time she'd left behind. "Severus, your mind is not its own today, is everything alright?" Albus asked him.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am sorry, Professor. I was just curious. Maybe we should start including Mss. McGonagall in our activities. Meaning helping a few of us other Professors in classroom things. She's brilliant with just about everything. However, she shows exception with Potions, defense, and transfiguration. However, she would need a wand. She also showed some interest in Quidditch, though, I suspect she's never flown a day in her life."

Raising a brow in curiosity, Albus leaned back comfortably in this chair. "Why the sudden interest in Sage's discomfort, Severus?"

"She's jumpy, always looking over her shoulder. Always on guard and she has sudden outbursts of curiosity for things we find as daily normality. If she is to truly fit in with our time as of now, she needs to be equipped and utilized. Madam Pomfrey's results came in this morning, far earlier than they should have. Minerva McGonagall and Sage McGonagall are in fact, related. However, it shows generations of different genes and evolution. She has high concentrated magic entangled in her blood. This is seen in those who tend to not only not use wands but also have slowly growing signs of an Obscurus… However, there are two ways we can truly know if she is from the future." Snape explained. He'd looked at the results himself, even had Hagrid take a gander at what he thought was impossible.

"Either the truth serum or we could Protago her mind, infiltrate it." Thinking a short while on those options Albus nodded. "Bring her, we will question her once more, this time with the serum. We have been doubting her since her arrival, and I for one have enough trouble to deal with." Albus sighed.

Nodding, Snape went about getting the serum and looking for Sage and Minerva. However, he found her in Minerva's classroom with the three troublemakers of Gryffindor while she scolded them. "Mr. Weasley! Why did you find it in your right to attempt to curse Mr. Malfoy!" She demanded, wondering why this had not been brought to his attention. One of his students was now verbally involved in this. Walking into the classroom he watched Minerva huff and leaned back into her chair at seeing Snape entering.

"He called Hermione a… well, he called her a mud-blood, Professor McGonagall, Ron was just trying to defend her!" Harry spoke up for his friend who was currently in a chair with a bucket in front of him puking up slugs.

The sight almost had Snape seething away, "What is the meaning of this, I left Malfoy and the Slytherin team just a few hours ago and none of them mentioned this to me." He demanded.

Glaring to the approaching Snape, McGonagall sighed with a heavy breath released, "Severus, I am handling my students, I suggest you do the same to your own." Minerva snapped. She had had enough already. FIRST, she couldn't keep the darn girl in one place! And truthfully, she recently found out that Lockhart was constantly trying to speak with her, Sage was likely trying to hide from him. She knew the rules today were very different from the rules of survival forward in her previous time. If she was really from the future. But now she had these three to deal with! "Mr. Weasley you have detention, polishing the trophies in the trophy room. Tonight preferably. Now away with you." Minerva scolded them. Waiting until they were gone, she huffed and stood from her chair staring at Severus. "May I help you."

"Dumbledore requires Sage's presents. I'm assuming he means you as well since you are in charge of her. We found a way to find if we can truly trust her." Snape informed the two women, his cold eyes landing on the redhead. Her shoulders tense with worry and her stern look set in her bright blue eyes.

Sage knew she should have expected this. But she never thought they'd result in possible Torture. Then again, she was a person claiming to be 300 years into the future when she could just be an insane woman. However, the cold glare Snape was leveling her with had her shivering. Only two people had ever made her shiver like that before, and that was her brother and the werewolf that had attacked her when she was fifteen.

"Now, would be preferable, Sage. Follow me, please," Snape ordered, turned on his heels, and walked off with a rather quick pace. Minerva waved her onward and ushered her towards Albus's office with Snape leading the way.

Albus's Office

Upon their arrival, Albus held a hand towards a seat, a silent invite to take said chair. "I do not take pleasure in this my dear. However, until we know one hundred percent that we can trust you, I am afraid we have resorted to this one method. It is not preferable, but it is more comfortable if you simply comply with the serum." Dumbledore stated.

Taking her seat in a slightly graceful manner, the redhead huffed, she hated the idea of being interrogated. However, she should have known they weren't going to trust her easily. Unfortunately, she figured this was a delayed reaction from them, they should have done this weeks ago when she arrived. "I know how Verituserum works Professor Dumbledore, hand it over, Snape." Sage sighed with slight irritation. Holding her hand out for the Serum, she glared at the vile thing, and with one strong intake of breath and releasing it to relax her nerves, she took the truth serum and waited for the effects to start. Taking a breath at the small amount of nausea she began to feel, and the questions began to start.

"What is your name?"

"Sage Minerva Elizabeth McGonagall," She answered.

"Who are your parents?"

"Amora, muggle, and Jacob McGonagall, Wizard. Both deceased." She answered.

"When were you born?"

"October 20th, 2273 at 12:45 p.m. in the New Order's medical sector, Anora Lupin delivered me with the help of her daughter, Andromeda." She answered.

"Why did you come back to 1992?"

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to go back to 1994, to stop Harry from being murdered during the Triwizard Tournament. When Al, Nesryn, and I were attacked in the Whomping Willow Al took a curse Sean sent my direction, I was frozen because Voldemort showed up to see what was disturbing his wedding night. He saw me and Al get hit by the curse, Sectumsempra. I hit my head against the rock wall, and I was barely conscious. He turned the Time-Turner and I ended up here. I bypassed my original destination." She explained.

"Who's Sean?"

"My brother. After our mother was killed, Sean betrayed us. I was taken to Grimmauld place with the New order Members. And raised there."

"How old are you?"

"23-years-old, unofficially considering I'm not technically born yet? Or ever will be."

"Why do you say that?" Albus asked he had the suspicion that he knew why but he'd rather ask.

"I came back into time, I've been seen, even though my younger self isn't here I have inevitably changed history as it is by being here and speaking with any of you. Even as you interrogate me with this Serum, we have all changed history. I know just as much about what will happen in the coming years as any of you now." Sage explained.

Handing her a cup of water, Albus nodded. "I believe we have our answers. At least everything we need thus far. Rest. We will procure you a wand as soon as we can, my dear. Now, since we can trust you, I believe we have to catch you up on a few things." Albus said with a sigh and dismissed Snape and Minerva.

He couldn't believe it, she'd been telling the truth, she was from the future.

"Severus, is this truly possible?" Minerva asked.

"You already have your answer, McGonagall. She is here and she is all the evidence you need. Now, my only question is, how shall we present her to everyone since we now know she is, in fact, one of your very own descendants?" He asked. Because truthfully, he had no idea.

"Well," McGonagall started in thought, "I could say she's a granddaughter-"

"No, because we need papers for that, birth records."

"For heaven's sakes, I'll… I'll adopt her then!"

"With what records of her prior name and birth, Professor," Snape stated once more.

"Oh enough, Severus. I will figure it out!" Minerva huffed. "Now, what exactly is she capable of?"

His brow raising at the woman's question he sighed and re-explained what he'd told Albus of involving her a bit more in their daily lives of teachings.

Sage sighed as she sat back and relaxed as Albus informed her what she'd not previously been privy to. "So, this year has just started and there have already been a few issues as we speak?"

"Yes, I am afraid so. Before the boys found you, they were refused entry at the Station. They stole Mr. Weasley's flying car to get to the school where they proceeded to crash into the Whomping Willow and in the process, found you. However, Mr. Potter has been displaying a few…. Strange occurrences as it is. He is acting not himself. If you are here to safeguard Harry Potter, we should start by watching him carefully. Mrs. Norris was found a few nights ago petrified with a warning written in blood. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. It is not the first time it's been opened in my lifetime either."

Now very curious, Sage scrunched her brow, "So, that was what the commotion was all about?"

"Yes, I am afraid so. You will be moved to your room tonight. Mss. McGonagall, I must ask you to keep your eyes on not only Harry but Mr. Malfoy as well. He is a bright boy. However, I worry about him. In the coming week, I will have you sent with someone to Diagon Alley to gather a wand and, um… Maybe a few clothes. I fear you seem to dress a bit, uh… A bit displayed, my dear. Something with buttons maybe instead of the hooks to keep your gown closed. We don't need it coming undone. Our dress code is different in this historical age." Albus advised her as gentlemanly as possible. Her dress was lovely, however with the gown merely clasped closed by material hooks he feared she'd draw too much attention. He did not wish to have a rumor going around about the lovely woman regarding her dress.

Wanting to slightly laugh at his words, Sage simply nodded. "It's alright Professor, I didn't get dressed properly before we left, and I didn't exactly bring many clothes beside the needed things. Figured I'd have to start dressing the timeline part either way. However, I have to ask… I'm not used to handling a wand, my era refused even half-blood wands much of the time. We got used to not using wands. So, I may need some… teaching, regarding the proper wand usage."

Nodding in understanding Albus smiled, "All in good hands, my dear. You will study with me." No one would guess that Albus now had a new set of plans regarding the safety of Harry Potter. And the very woman who'd come back to keep him safe was his main piece on the chessboard. But for the time being, he'd have to wait.

As the weeks moved on, Sage had become a new person, Albus had a room set up for her personal use. She'd even gotten a wand, Mr. Ollivander had watched with awe. He knew something about her, something strange, every person he'd ever handed a wand to had been a child. This was a grown woman who never held a good wand in her life. "Great things, I see great things, Madam. That wand has been sitting in this shop ever since it has been created. And never has it chosen one person, until now." He'd said to her as he stared with wide eyes. Her wand was a 12-inch white oak, slim in hand but comfortable to her grasp. The Wand had etching woodwork around the entirety of it of vines with small flowers and a few designs with what looked as if the flower was losing a few petals. "It's beautiful."

"And a rare wand for a rare person indeed. I say for sure that this wand has been waiting for you, my dear lady." Ollivander said with a proud fatherly, smile.

She had gotten to know the rest of the staff but found she rather enjoyed walking the halls alone in silence, but it was the stars that captivated her. Even her lessons with Albus were going well. She just needed the practice with a wand that worked for her. "You'll be there in no time, my dear. You're an excellent learner." He'd complimented. She had to say, she was glad she came to 1992. It gave her the time to practice bettering herself before things got more serious. She didn't know every little event that would happen. Only that Harry Potter was killed during the Tournament in 1995. Everything was different now.

However, she was most excited about the Quidditch game she was witnessing for the first time. She was so excited as she sat next to Minerva, she thought she'd never been able to stay in her seat. However, as the game progressed Sage noticed the Rogue Bludger and pointed it out to Minerva, who instantly became enraged at the game being tampered with, then worried about the students, "Severus, oh Severus do something!" She called, she had no idea what to do because if she aimed for the little beast she could hit any of the students.

"I can't! If I shot out at the blasted thing I could hit any one of the players!" Severus told her. He knew the same thing she knew.

Sage was in a panic as she watched from the stands, her grip on the railing of the stands was like death's grip around her beating heart. Paling as they watched Draco fly up and land onto the ground painfully, "Oh my god! Is he alright!"

"Would you sit down and shut up woman!" An irritated blond man shouted as he stood from his seat.

Sending him a glare, Sage opened her mouth to say something, that was until Minerva snapped at him, "Mr. Malfoy! Your son has been injured in this game and you show no worry for him! At least she is concerned!"

'Malfoy? Lucius Malfoy?' "I'm so sorry, but did you just say Malfoy, as in, Lucius Malfoy?" She asked with confusion.

Nodding to the irritating woman, Lucius sighed and nodded as he gathered his belongings to leave, "Yes, have a good day. Do care for my son in my absence if your so worried Miss… I'm so sorry, but what is your name again?" he asked with little care.

With a spark in her blue eyes, Sage did her best not to huff at the man. With a small smirk, Sage nodded her head to him gently, in a mocking nod she opened her mouth to tell him she was a McGonagall until Albus stepped in beside her with his own answer.

"Mss. Potter, Sage Potter in fact," Albus quickly spoke up, "This is James Potter's cousin." Albus told the now shocked Malfoy man.

Wanting to ask what he was talking about, Sage nodded, concealing her confusion, and glared at the man as he rolled his eyes and walked away with a "How wonderful, another one."

Giving Albus a look of, 'we're talking later,' she turned her attention back to the game. Gasping as she was forced to watch the Bludger shatter Harry's outstretched right arm, then finally falling. Sage made a dash from the stands and towards the field. Her heart almost stopped as the Bludger started aiming for Harry once more, slamming into the sandy ground trying to crush him, her breath that had lodged its way in her throat had her choking as it came back down, her arm waved out, new wand in hand that she hadn't realized she had blown up the Bludger with an added spell from Mss. Granger, both their attacks had caused a small ripple effect through the air and over their heads as everyone ran towards the boy, his arm held to him with wincing pain. Being further from him than the others, Sage knew there was someone else she needed to check on. Malfoy was still on the ground moaning. He was closest to her after all. Kneeling beside the blond boy, Sage checked him over for any blood, "Are you alright!"

"I just got sent flying, woman! How do you think I am?" Draco snapped a bit. But he was shocked she even came to him. Everyone was surrounding Potter. Sitting up, he was slightly shocked at Madam Pomfrey and a few others kneeling beside him and lifted him onto a stretcher, "Go to Harry, dear, I'll take Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing… and bring Potter with you." Pomfrey instructed.

Nodding, Sage made a run towards the surrounding group. She became more worried as she arrived at the group as Hagrid scolded Lockhart about no bones being left, and became slightly angry, "What! No bones!? What's he talking about, what happened?!" Sage was nearly almost having a panic attack.

"Mr. Fancy hair 'ere tried his hand at mendin' Harry's arm! That's what happened!" Hagrid snapped. A glare directed to the D.A.D.A. Professor. Huffing as he and the others walked away leaving Sage shocked and bewildered.

Now a bit frantic at being spoken of negatively, Lockhart attempted his hand at 'mending' his quickly breaking reputation, "Um... W-well, at least it's not broken any longer." Lockhart laughed gently with some nervousness as he stood from his kneeled position.

Taking calming breaths, Sage calmed herself before leveling a glare at the man, there was no need for her to attack him. Simply scold him and teach him a small lesson. "I will give you some points for attempting to help him, Lockhart. However, if someone is hurt on school grounds they are to be taken to the Hospital Wing, if the school policy is clear to me, and I do believe I have read the school's policy front to back. And since you clearly had no prior knowledge regarding mending a broken bone, granted neither do I," She admitted, hoping he'd understand that there was nothing wrong with not knowing something, rather than pretending to and getting someone hurt more than what they already were in the process of trying to stroke his fake and rather enlarged ego. But she wasn't done with him, yet, "However, I'd have thought you'd have taken the priority of your student above your own pride and taken him to Madam Pomfrey. Who, mind you, is now walking with him and the others to the Hospital wing with Mr. Malfoy on a stretcher, who you, by the way, ran straight past and ignored any possible injury to…" She finished with a huff and ran off after them. Harry was alive at least, as was Draco. And Harry wasn't really in pain anymore since Lockhart's stupidity had relieved him of his pain from his broken arm. However, he was now going to likely be in more pain because now Poppy had to 'regrow' the boy's bone's back!

But that night was just the beginning of the issues at hand. Sage took her duty to Harry's safety seriously. She had stayed awake outside of the Hospital Wing and found that a house Elf had sent the Bludger, he'd even admitted to ironing his hands for sending the creature after Harry! However, she was startled when the doors burst open and two of the grounds workers rushed in with a medical stretcher, a student laying on it, and from what she saw, he was petrified. Jaw-dropping with worry she rushed after them, "Whatever happened?"

"Do you think he's been petrified Madam Pomfrey?" McGonagall asked the Healer.

"Maybe he was able to take a picture of his attacker," Sage said, pointing to the boy's camera. But the reaction that came from Albus was fright upon opening the camera, the smoke that blew up at them had them all in even more fright, "Professor, what's wrong?"

"It appears the rumor is true. However, I fear we may have to close the school. Send the students home, the Chamber of Secrets is likely indeed, once again, opened." Albus muttered to them softly.

"You must be joking, Dumbledore, that Chamber has been lost for centuries."

"And yet, it appears that someone has found it and opened it," Dumbledore said. "I think you and I need to have a word, Mss. Potter." Albus said as he walked them out. He hadn't known Harry was in that particular room, least of all awake. However, the idea was now planted, he'd heard Albus Dumbledore call her, Potter. And there was no sleep for him that night.

Third Floor Girls bathroom

After days of the last attack after the Quidditch match, the three Gryffindor troublemakers were once again, breaking school rules. "Are you sure you heard him right Harry?" Hermione asked curiously as she mixed the ingredients as they spoke.

"Yes, he called her Mss. Potter. But she looks nothing like my mother. Maybe it's just a coincidence, there's many Potter's out there." Harry sighed.

Ron nodded, backing him up, "That's right, but Harry, what if she is related to you?"

"Then I'd like to know what's going on," Harry admitted.

"By the way, why are we brewing this potion, in broad daylight, in the middle of the girl's bathroom?" Ron asked. However, they were not the only ones wondering the very same thing.

"That's an excellent question, Mr. Weasley." A woman asked curiously as she leaned against the wall near them, a smirk of interest on her face. She'd startled them as they all shuffled away.

"Um, we-we were just, um… I can explain, Professor -"

Raising her hand to silence Hermione's stuttering, Sage couldn't help but bite back her laughter, "I am not a Professor, Mss. Granger. But it is a rather interesting thing to be brewing such a thing. Let me guess, Polyjuice Potion?" she asked, and from the stink of it, she was right. She'd used that potion one too many times to not remember the stink of it.

"Um, well-well, um-"

"Simple yes or no will do," Sage stated softly. Her eyes danced between the three, finally, her blue eyes met Harry's green eyes searing with questions and suspicion. "How about you? Have an answer?"

"I don't know, how about you? I heard Professor Dumbledore call you Potter last night… Are you… Are we… are you and I related?" Harry asked.

Smirking to his question, Sage watched him closely. He was smart. Very astute to things. "Now that is an interesting question, but I'll have my answer first, then I'll give you yours," She explained. Setting it in stone that her question had been asked first and would be answered first.

Nodding, Harry sighed, "Yes,"

"Why?" Sage asked another question, her eyes narrowing at his, though her grin hadn't left her.

"My answer first, then I'll give your answer, Professor." Harry clarified. His own green eyes stared her down with equal interest.

Her grin widened as she studied him, then the other two. Her eyes darting behind Ron at Myrtle before looking back to Harry. "Yes and No." She answered.

"We think Draco Malfoy opened the Chamber of Secrets," Harry answered.

Now wanting to laugh, Sage snickered, "That's impossible. Draco Malfoy has no clue where that chamber is, Mr. Potter. But I wish you luck in figuring it out. Just remember though, you have eyes watching over you. You are a very special boy, Harry Potter. All three of you are special. Don't go making trouble where there is none. Understand?" She spoke softly to them, her bright blue eyes making eye contact with each one of them.

"But we've been caught making a potion that we shouldn't be making Professor. Aren't you going to turn us in?" Hermione asked with worry.

"Hermione!" Both boys scolded. However, she wanted to know if they were going to be expelled!

Looking at the young witch, Sage smiled softly to her, never in her life had she thought she'd have these three fearful of her, "I am not a Professor, Mss. Granger, meaning I have no power, and honestly, I'd have done the very same thing. As I said, best of luck. But be careful. That is not a potion you should mess with little attention, be mindful of what you use. Be sure of what you mix in that potion." She offered them some advice. She found it interesting that they continued to call her 'Professor' when she was not one. But she rather liked it. She really should have stopped them, but she knew they wouldn't have listened in the first place. So, there was no point.

"Are you my family!" Harry shouted after her.

A look of deep hope in his eyes as she turned to look at him, the desperate look in his green eyes had Sage taking a shaky breath in. "I'm still figuring that out, Harry."

And with that, she left.

Ron and Hermione sighed with relief of not being expelled. "That was close," Ron sighed, resting back against the beam he'd previously been leaning against.

"No kidding, and here I thought no one came in here." Hermione sighed, taking her seat back before the bubbling cauldron with a sigh.

"Wait, why's that?" Ron asked, now he was confused because Sage just found them.

And he'd gotten an answer in the form of Moaning Myrtle.

Harry's mind was boggled at Sage's answers, she was and wasn't related to him at the same time? And she was still apparently trying to figure out if she was or was not his family?… He hadn't gotten any answers!

Previous Night

"You called me Potter, Professor Dumbledore, you know my name is McGonagall," Sage said sternly, following Albus into his office. She wanted to know what he was doing because clearly, he had a plan and she was part of it, and she was just now finding out about it.

"Mr. Potter is currently living with his Aunt and Uncle. And it is a rather… unstable environment." Albus started to explain. "Since Professor McGonagall cannot adopt you, nor claim you as her daughter, I concocted a plan to get Mr. Potter in a safe environment. Since you have not been born to grow with our time and likely have different training regarding survival in your birth time, I am giving you an identity. I find it reasonable to forge papers and records claiming you as James Potter's cousin…. Don't fret, my dear, the paperwork is already finished, as long as you agree to this, it's also another reason why I have not given you the official papers. We did not know how you'd feel about this. And with such a clean slate, I saw an opportunity with you." He explained calmly.

Shaken a little by Albus's explanation, he'd already not given her a choice when he'd introduced her to Lucias as James Potter's cousin. She was a little pissed. "Wait, so you want me to pose as James Potter's cousin. Professor-"

"Albus, please, I am not your Professor, my dear."

"Technically you are since you're still teaching me, Professor. However, I'm just a little curious about this. How do you propose we do this? Not only have I never attended a school, I never took the Official O.W. L's nor my N.E.W.T.'s exams. I've taken the mocks of them. But there will be holes in the plot of the story. Someone will figure out it's a lie." She explained with confusion.

Raising a smirking brow, Albus opened a file in front of him and handed her a few papers, "Really? I thought you were a Gryffindor student, born in 1969, attended our school of Hogwarts in 1980, and graduated in third place as one of our best students, top of your class in 1987, and passed your O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's with flying colors?"

Reading the papers as she listened to him explain this all to her, she leveled a curious expression to him. He'd done this without her knowledge and her permission. "…You and Snape gave me the tests from 1987… Sneaky, Albus." Taking a deep breath in, Sage set the papers back into the file and both shared their own expressions. One of victory, the other, of irritation. Sighing heavily, Sage pinched the bridge of her nose. "You win, what do you want from me."

Gently laughing at her response Albus sat back in his chair as he rummaged through the paperwork for her records, "My dear, I want nothing that you already don't want. The safety of Harry Potter. And you are probably the only other safe place- a healthy, safe place," He quickly corrected himself, "For, Mr. Potter."

Still not following, or not wanting to follow what he was saying. Sage fought the urge to grind her teeth at him. "Answer me this, Dumbledore, why make me his cousin? Why not his sister?"

"Because there were people he grew up with that knew him very well. If we claim that you are his cousin, then many of them will likely follow along with it. For now." Albus explained as he handed her the papers and file for her personal use. "There is a vault now opened in your name, under your new name of course, with money inside to help stabilize you when school ends. Don't think you will be getting Harry's custody so easily, Sage. The Ministry is thorough. However, I must say, I am probably better, but it will take time. I expect you to get to know your cousin's son, Mss. Potter." and that had been the end of it.

Sighing, she had left Albus to his thoughts, and to have her own for a while, she entered Snape's classroom with slight annoyance while she was in mid-thought and hadn't heard his irritating question. 'I am now a pawn… Not exactly what I was signing up for when I came back in time, but it could be a start….'

** thank you all for reading! Again, please leave reviews, Like I said previously. This is a trial run, this idea continued to rattle around in my head and would not leave me alone. So please, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Especially, if I should probably give it a little more T.L.C.