AN: Sorry its been so long. As much as i would like to blame what has happened i really cant. In hard times we all must stand firm and not let hardship dampen our passion. Hopefully you enjoy this little display of my passion. Happy reading.

Harry landed with the disorienting sickening jarring thud that was side along apparition. At least this time he didn't lose his footing or his lunch. He took a moment and took a look around the tiny room. The whole building was smaller than the hut on the rock before his first year. At least it seemed sturdier. The boy noted a small cot and two shelves aside from the table in the center of the small room. One self held dry and canned goods. The other obvious potions.

Before he could note much else he heard a squelching thud. He whipped around to see two heads now sitting in a basket. He felt like he might lose his lunch. Where did this mad woman get those heads? Why?

Before he could even think to ask said woman, she loomed over him and said, "You will do exactly what I say or we will be dead in the next ten minutes. Got it?"

All he could do was nod. What in the name of Merlin's saggy britches had he been thinking. He watched as she shoved the sleeve of her robe up. Exposing her left arm and her dark mark. "Overpowered severing charm, here, now." She laid her arm out flat and pointed to a spot between her elbow and her dark mark. He absently noted she had her fingers in the traditionally English two fingered salute. Harry hesitated.

"DO IT!" She roared.

Harry gulped. Without thinking about it too much, he aimed his wand, a quick flick, and clear, "Diffindo!" and the arm came right off.

There was blood pouring out of her arm. The woman already looked woozy and pale but she managed to hiss out. "Potions rack. Re-arming potion. Pan same shelf."

Harry was used to following a strong woman's order. In his mind he was just doing some lesson with Hermione. If not, he was going to throw up and pass out. And he wasn't sure it would even be in that order. He retrieved the indicated supplies. With shaking hands, he held both of them out to the woman, who flopped her stump of an arm into the pan which began to collect the blood. She grabbed her severed arm and tossed it in the basket with the heads. "Potion, Pan, Now."

Harry watched as the woman clung to the table. Clearly her life was in his hands. This woman was a Death Eater. Had done terrible things. Yet, he couldn't just watch her bleed out. Battle was one thing but not like this. Not like this. Making his choice he popped the top and poured the potion out into the pan. Hermione was going to pound his head in for his 'Saving People Thing'. There seemed to be more potion in the bottle than actual space. With an Eye roll and a mental thought of 'magic' he shook the last of the potion out.

The woman already started to look a bit better but a languid "Blood Replenisher?" prompted him back to the shelf. His charge downed the whole contents in one go with a grimace. At least he wasn't the only one who hated taking potions.

The Boy-Who-Lived-to-get-Himself-into-the-Impossible watched as the woman before him sat up a little straighter but still kept her stump submerged in the gunky potion. Harry stiffened and went for his wand as the woman reached across the table but only to grab her Death Eater mask.

"Fascinating." the witch held up the mask and looked at him through the eye holes but didn't put the mask back on. "It's not really a glamour but looks like a glamour."

The Boy-who-hated-hyphens was now totally confused. Over the last year he had grown to loath double talk and the pronoun game. Why couldn't people just be forthright, more Gryffindor Ish. Barely suppressing a growl "What's not a glamour, what's so bloody fascinating?"

The woman gave him a mother hen glare worthy of Mrs. Weasley. "And just where did you learn such language?" Harry was about to tell her to sod off, she wasn't his mother, but she just waved her good hand and said "Never mind." She flipped her mask around to show him the rune etched interior. Using his limited knowledge from studying with Hermione, Merlin, he wished he had never listened to Ron about taking divination, he queried. "True Sight?"

"How do you not…" there was another uninterpretable sigh and scowl. "There is no such thing as 'True Sight'. No all encompassing I see everything cause I'm Merlin spell. Just various versions of 'Mage Sight'." the crazy woman with her arm in a bloody goop mess was lecturing like Hermione. Harry couldn't help but wonder why his life was so weird. "That scheme lets me see concealing magics and partially through them."

Slamming the mask down on the little table. He glared at the woman across from him. "You promised me answers." Despite being able to appreciate the cool logical approach of someone like Luna or even Cho in a way now he was still a lion. He still preferred to roar from on top.

The unimpressed and disappointed look he received from the woman across from him did nothing to cool his frustration. He watched as she slowly reached across the table taking the mask and looking at him through the one good eye again before she set the mask aside.

"Very well the Gryffindor way. I do wonder...never mind." He watched as she shook her head lightly. "Near sixteen years ago my daughter was supposedly killed. Tonight I learned that my former husband had plotted with the dark tosser" Harry couldn't help a small chuckle at the name. He caught the vague hint of a smile from the black woman with her arm still in the goop. "of a plot to kill my child. Apparently Rodalphus was just as incmpetent then as he ever was. Apparently my daughter survived and something was done to her."

Harry couldn't help but watch on intrigued by the had learned from both Hermione and Luna to just listen to the rambling tales as it would eventually get around to the point. The woman paused as she lifted her arm up from the gunky with a soft sigh. "Oh that feels better. Sorry for the pause in story time. Now that I can do magic again we need a few temporary items."

Harry realized just how much trust the supposed worst of the worst, second only to Voldemort, magical had placed in him. Grabbing her wand he flinched but she merely summoned a floor length mirror and a towel. As she began cleaning off her arm she continued.

"Tonight when I was hit with whatever spell that damaged my mask I received a hint of that plot. Ripped the knowledge from my former husband's mind. I also have an idea where our next clue may be. I had to remove the ability for his royal dark twatness to track me and you could not have knowledge of what was happening or the spells would have killed me.`` Harry watched as the woman hesitated like she wanted to say something but it was foreign to her. Apparently she finally got over her mental battle "Thank you. H…" Well part of it at least.

Reaching over with her good hand, he watched as she picked up the mask and handed it to him before pointing to the mirror. "I think you are my daughter. When I look through the working eye I see a mix of Black and LeStrange."

Harry wanted to rage. Wanted to start smashing things and demanding to know why he was lied to again. Yet something stopped him. That brain Hermione was constantly accusing him of having. He laid the facts in his mind. With the boldness of the lions he charged through them and accepted that just maybe after trying to kill him, She had helped him and his friends. He had even seen her save Sirius, even if it was with excessive force. He made the choice to humor her for just a moment. Raising the mask to his face he turned to the Mirror. How weird was it to be holding a Death Eater mask to his face. If his friends could see him now.

That thought came to a grinding halt as his left eye saw a girl in the mirror holding a mask to her face but his right saw the boy he normally saw when he looked into the mirror. His free hand raised itself and both the both and girl mirrored the action. This was so trippy. He felt a fresh dose of adrenaline pump into his system. He turned to The black woman opened his mouth before slowly turning back, mask lowered. He raised it again.

His mind was flooded. Had his parents known. Had any one known. What would his life have been like? Was this all real? Was all this real? Was all this real?

The thought repeated over and over in his head. Finally deciding chasing his own tail was getting him nowhere, he turned back to the woman. He wondered just how long he had spent in her company. Neither he nor the shack had a clock. Standing tall and staring down at the woman, "So how do we confirm or deny your theory?"

Hermione would have been so proud of him not flying off the handle.

Harry watched as the former mad woman of the Death Eaters inspected her new arm. Which was now snow white and baby soft by the looks of it. "It's going to take forever to get the color to match again.." She trailed off as Harry spoke to her. "Now we go where we may find answers and if everything i think is true find a way to undo whatever is keeping my daughter hidden."

"What if i don't want to be your daughter?" He asked imperiously which for some reason made the ex-crazy woman smile a little bit. However the thoughts of 'He was a boy' and 'He was a Potter' joined 'Was this Real?' the constant repeat playing in his head.

The woman with the snow white arm looked like she wanted to argue. She even opened and closed her mouth several times. Finally sighing softly as she seemed to deflate a little. "There are many good reasons to be a daughter of the house of Black." Harry raised an eyebrow at the name. Not LeStrange, he noted. "If...my suspicions are true." Harry noticed it seemed to cost the woman much to admit she may be wrong. He was of course curious as to where she wanted to go for answers as well.

"So just where are these answers." He set the mask back down on the table near her and let his arms hang loose. He was expecting some turn about from the ex-crazy gone crazy witch again at this point and he wanted his hands free for his wand.

"The house of Black has the tools we will need at the Grimuald location" She said matter of factly.

Harry was about to demand how she knew where the orders headquartered at but he felt the fidelius charm lock his tongue in place. All he could do was watch as she levitated the two heads and the arm into a sack and swing it as if she was going for a lark. Turning as she opened the door, She raised an eyebrow. "You coming?"

Harry could do little more than follow her. Again Harry watched warring emotions in those amethyst eyes and her arm not holding the sack sift almost as if she wanted to embrace him not just offer an arm for side along. She seemed to settle for the offering of a crooked arm and waited for him to grab on.

Harry considered how monumentally stuid he was being. Not one but two blind side alongs with a crazy ex-Death Eater. This all could be an elaborate trap. Yet she had killed several death eaters and saved Sirius. Yet she had had Harry cut off her own arm and shoved said arm in a bag with two heads.

At this point all he had was his faith in people to be good, thanks to Dumbledore. He also had his Gryffindor courage, Herminone was so going to smack him for this. Although he did like the way her eyes sparkled when she got passionate about something.

Choice made, he grabbed on to her arm and nodded once. Catching a small smile from the woman as she asked, "Ready?" Harry of course wasn't and knew he never would be but she gave him no time to protest and he felt the squeezing of side along. His last thought before the darkness closed in around him was if he really wanted to go to Grimmauld with the possibility of Hermione being there.