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 15

Dumbledore had moved from his chair and met Filch near the Podium, no one was able to hear a thing as they spoke so softly, but Filch had simply nodded to the Professor and went jogging back down the Hall and out the doors, "It seems our second guest has arrived. Please, allow me to introduce the Sons of Durmstrang, and their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff!" Albus introduced the Durmstrang students as they burst through the doors leaving many girls in awe and the boys grumbling about lost causes this year with the ladies. The staff, minus Sage, Maxime, and Sirius, were stunned in wonder and adoration when the students stood before the Professor's tables waiting to be welcomed and asked to take their seats. Everyone watched Dumbledore embrace Igor with a welcoming hug, "Igor, welcome my friend," This welcoming only seemed to upset Sage's stomach more.

The name of Dumbledore introducing the man before the Drumstrange students burst through the Great Hall doors had sent Sage's heart to her stomach, making her pale as she walked back to join the feast, more so when Albus embraced the Headmaster. She felt as if she was going to faint or be sick. Her reaction to Igor's name turned Sirius and Snape's attention in her direction.

Worried as to what may be the matter, Sirius quickly had her take her seat beside himself near the end of the table, "Sage? What is it, Love…Sage, talk to me, darling…"

Seeing the distress at the end of the table, Maxime moved to join Sirius and knelt beside them as she inspected the redhead's pale nature, she looked dreadful. "Whatever is ze matter?" Maxime asked, fanning the young woman. She seemed to be having trouble breathing outward but was taking in air without a problem, like a terrible hyperventilation seizure. This realization frightened the French woman and Sirius terribly.

Her breath caught in her throat and chest as she stared at the male students and Igor walking in, "I-I… I… Th-thhink I'm g-going to be sick."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," He joked with some humor, though he had to say she looked closer to fainting than anything.

'Does Dumbledore not know he is a Death Eater!' She thought with panic, she couldn't believe this! Worst of all, she was frozen! She knew his face from the posters, she knew his face from his files. He traded Voldemort for his freedom of Azkaban! He could easily turn on them to keep himself from being slaughtered by Voldemort in turn!

It was Snape that seemed to finally catch on and quickly whispered to Sirius, informing him of why she was reacting so. But their attempts to remove Sage from the Staff's table was in vain, Igor had seen her and grinned wide to her and Sirius, though he said nothing, only giving a nod of acknowledgment, it was his favorite student that had seen her ill-natured state and questioned it.

"Is she alright?" Viktor asked, catching something himself the young man hoped she was alright, though he wondered with how ill she looked if she should even be attending the feast tonight.

"She'll be alright, thank you." Sirius quickly thanked the boy with a nod before removing Sage from the dining Hall.

Poppy smiled with a grateful nod to the young man's concern and took over from the three who were trying to calm the frantic woman, "Uh, yes. Merely feeling a bit under the weather." Poppy quickly acted in, moving from her chair and excusing herself to follow after Sirius carrying Sage in his arms from the hall, "She's in good hands Severus, please, sit and finish dinner." Minerva said attempting to comfort his worries.

"Right, Poppy seems to know how to help her… I don't see, however, why he had to usher her out in such an obvious manner. We have students who will notice and become worried." Snape said with a brisked tone of dislike. He did not like the closeness Sirius Back was attempting to bring between Sage and himself. She had a mission and she needed to focus on it. There was no time to play "House".

Seeing Minerva's worry, Albus placed his hand over her own, "She will be alright Minerva. Poppy is with her. We cannot all go after them. After all, we will worry the students." He informed her.

Dumbledore and Barty Crouch went on that night before dismissing everyone once dinner was over that the cup would choose three Champions over the next week and anyone under the age of seventeen would be unfit to participate in the tournament, purely for the student's safety. This had obviously sent an irritated uproar around the Great Hall, the louder shouts coming from Fred and George and Dagny Malfoy, as well as many others.

It was to no one's notice that Igor and Alastor were bound to have plenty of strong-headed moments, as was Sage.

Trouble was about to start. The difference about this year was that Harry and the rest had both Sage and Sirius there at school with them. It was going to get interesting.

Sage didn't trust Igor worth her own life, least of all with the students. And Alastor was another thing she didn't like. Something was very off, very strange. She remembered reading something about him being at the school for this year, there was something important that she just could not remember worth her own beating heart! 'Why did Teddy's journal have to disappear!'

Poppy was worried, Sage's illness was something she could not work miracles with, least of all predict. However, this was different, this was a mental and emotional reaction to something, but it didn't help her with the thought that Sage looked as if she were getting worse. Was this her illness? "Sage, what happened? What is the matter?" She asked laying the young woman back into a bed and began checking her, "Igor, he's a Death Eater… Does Dumbledore not know that? He's- he's dangerous -" Her stuttering words were silenced as the doors to the Hospital wing.

Dumbledore walked in calmly, Minerva rushing around him, running to Sage's bedside to check on the witch, "Are you alright?" Minerva was petrified. She could not lose Sage. Not only was she seeing her daughter in the woman, she saw the pain she was in every day, she was a strong woman, but she was young. Living in her harsh upbringing may have been one thing, but it seemed she was never mentally, least of all emotionally, prepared for anything. 'If I ever get my hands on those fools, I'll likely strangely them to unconsciousness.' Minerva couldn't help it, this woman had become family to her, but now she was slowly dying. All because her order members in her time had thought it would be simply be a one-way trip and winging the damn mission with no true understanding of consequences! It seemed she had been one of the only ones to have researched the Time-Turner. No one gave any moments of thought as to what would, or could, happen to their body and health.

"Albus -" Sage stared, her bright blue eyes wide with fear as she looked around Minerva.

Raising his hand to her to silence her Albus nodded, understanding her deep concern. "I swear to you, Igor Karkaroff is no danger to the children, nor Sirius or yourself. He bargained information for his freedom years ago, yes, he was a Death Eater, yes, however, he abandoned Voldemort the moment he was arrested." Dumbledore said calmly to her panicking self. He had seen her ill state, even more so when Viktor had asked if she was alright, who had a small cold himself, which he was just getting over, but had asked simply because he saw how pale and sickly she appeared.

Dumbledore knew she must have noticed Igor or knew who he had been involved with in the past, probably from the wanted posters, as well as some possible misinformation over the years into her time. She had studied Voldemort after all, unfortunately, all her information and research had vanished just a few months after her arrival. So, she was running blind and truly, 'winging' this since then. He wanted to comfort her worries that she understandably had, though he had a feeling that it wasn't going to be easy.

Sucking in a breath of disbelief, Sage staggered in her breathing, "Albus, he traded information for his freedom, how can you trust him when he traded one devil for a different demon!" Sage barked. She was frightened and furious that Albus would trust Igor.

With a sigh, he said something he knew would probably come back and bite him, "He is no different than Severus my dear." He notified her. Part of that was very true, however, they were very different.

Growing angry at his comparison, Sage huffed, "Albus, Severus Snape traded one demon for another because he wanted to save someone he cared about! Igor did it to save himself. There is a big difference there." Her worry and panic had ultimately turned on her and bit her in the butt. Her blood boiled and burned her into a sweatshop with a pounding headache. Grabbing her head as her vision began to spin made her nauseous.

With a small nod, Dumbledore knew that was a slightly bad example on his part, but it had been worth a try. He had tried nonetheless, "Karkaroff is no danger to anyone here, why would I allow someone into my school that would cause such disorder and chaos? You trust me, yes?"

"I know you have a reason for everything, Albus, but -"

Nodding he cut her off again, she looked terrible. "Then rest and trust that nothing will happen. I have taken extra precautions. That is why Sirius is here. Now sleep. Poppy, she is yours." Albus stated then walked out leaving the Nurse and Minerva to fret over the ill redhead.

As the days moved forward as any other, Alastor had performed the three unforgivable curses one morning to his Dark Arts class, poor Neville had suffered the worse when Alastor subjected a spider to the Cruciatus curse. Then subjected another to the Imperius curse.

"There is only one person as of today that has ever survived that curse, and he's sitting in this room."Alastor had pointed his glance towards Harry, and Ron instantly felt uneasy, his entire group of close friends had just been petrified all in one day by Alastor Moody. With Draco's arms around Hermione as she tried to calm herself, a hand covering her mouth to keep her from crying out loud, Neville looked like he was spacing and in fear, shaking in his robes, and Harry had leaned back into his chair like the action would help him move away from Alastor's eyes. They were all very uncomfortable. The only funny thing about the class was when he had sent one of the spiders into Dagny's and Goyle's face, his blond hair looked as if it had paled nearly snow white.

Hermione had rushed to Sage as soon as the day had ended and told her what had happened, that she'd closed her eyes and bit her tongue when he killed the third spider after placing it on her desk in front of her.

Sage had stormed Alastor's office that night after supper with Sirius on her heels. "Sage!" Sirius called after her.

"Alastor! You know damn well those curses are not to be performed lightly, least of all in the presence of children!" She shouted.

Grumbling as he shifted in his seat, Alastor turned his attention to her, "Sage Potter… Did you know that your file never existed up until 1992?"

Feeling her rage at the subject change, Sage took in a deep breath as her fists clenched, "I'm aware," Her tone was cold, short, and angry, filled with stern irritation as she stared at his smirking self. "However, we both know this is not the subject we are on."

"No, it's the subject I am on. Why is it that you don't show up on anyone's memory until 1992? I wonder?" He stated, taking a drink of something from his flask.

Watching his every move, Sage's eyes narrowed on him, "Those curses are unforgivable for a reason, Moody, those were children you just presented those to. It was unethical as a Professor and traumatizing to the students."

"Oh? And you of all people would know the effects of that kind of trauma? I wonder how that's possible, considering the Potter's were… Very well endowed." Alastor decided to go along with the conversation.

"I know more about trauma at that kind of age more than you may realize, Professor," Sage muttered.

"That is, once more, interesting." Alastor grinned as he stood from his seat, limping as he walked towards her. His smirk was still wide across his face as he got within a slightly uncomfortable distance with her. "And since you randomly showed in 1992, out of nowhere. Mss. Potter. I'd suggest you leave my classroom's domain where it belongs… With me. Have a nice night. Black, show your girl out of my office would yeh." Alastor barked with irritation.

Sage was slightly shocked at being lifted up and rushed out of Alastor's office just as quickly as she had barged in and down the halls. "What the hell Sirius." She demanded with irritation as soon as she was set down on her feet after they were far enough down the halls and stairs. But it was his sudden panicked look as he looked up and around the corners of the halls.

Looking back to Sage Sirius took a breath to help keep his composure at the hat he'd just witnessed. "You're right. Alastor may have come at you like that but he's never have called me by my last name. He knew my first name, called me by my first name while he worked my case, well-tried too. The Ministry shut him down on working my case as fast as they could in a couple of weeks. He barely had the chance to make a proper file. When I was cleared after Peter, he wrote to me congratulating my freedom and apologizing that he wasn't able to do much of anything. He never used my last name, always my first name. It's the first thing we learn as an Auror. Just because someone may look like a friend, in the magical world it could be a foe..." He whispered his explanation.

The Goblet of Fire Chooses

Everyone was gathering in the great hall for the Champions to be picked, everyone was joking about and playfully shoving one another, "Yeah, rather you than me," Harry laughed, shooting the joke back to Ron and Draco, but really, he was kind of being serious, he already had enough 'fame' going around his name, he didn't want nor need any more. But fate, once more, was going to be cruel.

Dumbledore had waited long enough for the students to quiet down for him to begin speaking, "Silence!" He shouted through the hall, his shout for them all to be quiet had indeed silenced them all, "Tonight, we choose our champions, these three champions will be facing three very dangerous tasks that will put them through trials of themselves. Body and mind. Now, once chosen, you stand alone." With his warning set in stone, everyone, students, staff and Headmaster, and Mistress watched Dumbledore turn to the blue flaming Cup, touching the warm metal, awaiting the first chosen Champion.

Watching with adoration and wonder as blue flames swirled around inside and spit out a flaming piece of parchment, rimmed with a shining silver into the air and into the Hogwarts Headmaster's awaiting hand. The anticipation was once again set into everyone, those who put their name in the cup and those who were hoping for their friend or significant other to be chosen as the champion.

"Champion of Beauxbaton, Fleur Delacour!" Cheers and whistles came from around the entire Hall, everyone watched the bouncy blonde walk up to Dumbledore, shaking his hand and thank him then took her place upon the high stage that had been cleared of the Professor's table for this event to occur.

"Quiet please…" Dumbledore called out, catching the next Champion, "Champion of Durmstrang, Viktor Krum!" the boy jumped with excitement, finally proud he could prove himself, quickly walked to Dumbledore to shake his hand with pride and took his place next to Fleur, and understandably ended up checking her out. And why wouldn't he, he was a young man and she was a very beautiful young woman, any man would be blind to not think she was gorgeous.

"Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!" Cheers erupted from the hall, louder than the other two champions had received. It should have been obvious since they were at Hogwarts that the Hogwarts Champion would get the louder of the cheers and congratulations, "Excellent! Now that we have our three champions-" Albus was silenced at the reactions of the students and that of the other Wizards and Witches present for this Game.

The cup was not finished.

Flashes of blue and bright purple swirled up from the cup lighting the entire hall. Everyone looked on in wonder and curiosity as the flames spit out another piece of parchment, a name attached that struck him in the gut, filling him with utter fear.

Dumbledore had to re-read the name three times to himself before he dared to speak it. Even then, his voice was soft and full of confusion. "Harry Potter?"

Three champions were supposed to be chosen, and three they had.

Why was a fourth, and one that shouldn't have even been able to get his name into the cup was evidence something was by far wrong, and in this result, the Cup's manipulation had made a liar out of him to the young Wizards guardians. One was a woman he adored as his own family, but one he knew he had concern for if she was ever crossed into depths, and in the state she was in, crossing her was not exactly hard to do.

Dumbledore spoke with full shock, uncertainty, and fear upon announcing the name. But when Harry hadn't approached once he'd called for the boy twice already, "HARRY POTTER!" He shouted, outraged and looking around for the fourth year. Dumbledore himself had put a charm around the Goblet of Fire, so of course, he was enraged and confused.

Harry had not yet moved, and honestly was trying to hide behind Draco and Ron. Hermione was petrified in her spot between Harry and Neville, Ginny sitting behind her with Ron. She was grateful to the gentle hand Ginny gave her, a calming squeeze to her shoulder, that woke the frightened girl up from her shock. "Harry, for goodness sake go," She forced the words out and gently shoved him down from the stands and into the isles of the Great Hall, forcing him to slowly walk towards Dumbledore and the rest.

Minerva covered her mouth, hoping to hide her fear and panic.

Snape stood with shocked eyes and mouth gaping open.

Mad-eye looked like he always did, stern and cold eyes drilling into him as he watched Harry walk on unsteady legs towards Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Snape, eyes pleading for help, unfortunately, as much as Snape would love to help Harry, he could do absolutely nothing and watched him turn his pleading eyes to Sage and Sirius, who were staring wide-eyed at him, both with a look of terror.

Sage was in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. 'It happened. BUT HOW! We took every precaution! Even I put a charm around it!'

Students shouted about how he'd cheated and that he wasn't even seventeen yet.

'Tell me something I don't know! What is going on?'

Harry was told to go down to the trophy room after the celebrations were over, but honestly, he felt like hiding and vomiting. No one but Neville and Draco, shockingly, would speak to him.

Trophy Room

Harry took a breath, trying to fill himself with some courage as he walked down the steps towards the trophy room on shaking legs, he didn't want to be there, he was terrified and confused. He sighed with relief when he saw Fleur and Cedric. He had only taken two steps towards someone he thought could be a possible friend to help calm him down, but his hopes for a calming environment was viciously interrupted by shouts and yells of an argument.

"Harry!" Dumbledore shouted, rushing down the stairs toward him.

"James!" Sirius shouted. Sage was hot on his heels as they all stormed the Trophy Room.

'Oh crap. Honestly, I don't think I'll survive to see the first task, please just let them both kill me now? Better yet, have them expel me for the year and I'll do home-schooling. Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea.'

** Thank you for reading! I hope You've all enjoyed it! I know the chapter was short I apologize. Still, hope it was good though!