Rogue didn't know where she was. The last thing she remembered was looking up at one of the figures and having a stick pointed in her face. What all happened? Where was she? It must have been a dream. Yeah, that's it. It was all a dream and she is lying in the X-Jet. Confidently, Rogue opened her eyes. The first thing that met her eyes was an unfamiliar ceiling. "Not good." Rogue thought to herself, beginning to worry.

Rogue sat up and looked around. Indeed, she was not in the X-Jet. From the looks of it, she was in some ones living room, lying on their couch. Rogue tried to see if any one was in the room, but found no one. So, for the first time in this whole ordeal, Rogue finally got to look around at her surroundings.

On one side of the room, their stood various photos of people with shiny black hair in strange clothes, which appeared to be cloaks and robes. The odd thing was, that everyone in the pictures appeared to be asleep, and Rogue could have sworn that she had seen their chests moving as they breathed in and out. In the center of the wall there was a large grandfather clock, except Rogue did not think it told time, because it had far too many hands.

On the opposite side of the room was a simple fireplace with more pictures hanging on each side of it. To the right of that room was a rather grimy looking kitchen that had plates, bowls, and cups piled in the sink.

But the room that interested Rogue the most was a simple room that appeared to be some kind of meeting place. There was a large oak table in the middle that had a large amount of papers and books piled on top of it.

Curiosity got the best of Rogue and she went of to examine what kind of things were set on the table. Some of the book titles consisted of Natures Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy, Defense Against The Dark Arts: Year 5, Transfiguration: Year 5, and other books that made absolutely no sense to Rogue at all.

She opened Transfiguration: Year 5 and started flipping through the pages. There were pictures of cups transforming into rats, and desks into pigs. Rogue was dumbfounded as to whether she should take these books as a joke or very seriously, because after what she had seen today, she wasn't quite sure of any thing. Although, she wasn't even quite sure exactly what she had seen today.

After looking at the books, Rogue turned to the various papers strewn about the table top. She picked up a paper looked like it was just simple newspaper article, until Rogue noticed that the pictures were moving. Rogue abruptly dropped the paper in shock.

Next, Rogue turned her attention to another stick thing, similar to the ones Lucious and his men used earlier. She inspected it, trying to find something that would make it cause sparks like she had seen earlier, all she could see was a nicely carved stick with a handle on it. After about a minute, she gave up on finding anything and instead, plopped down on the nearest chair gave the stick a frustrated flick.

Immediately, sparks shot out of the end of the stick, going strait towards the large pile of plates in the kitchen. The second the sparks hit the dishes, they exploded and the only remains were shards spread out all over the kitchen.

"Shit." Thought Rogue as she assessed the damage and began to try her best to clean up the mess. She was sure someone must have heard the noise and Rogue would expect someone to be here in a couple of minutes, so she was very surprised when someone spoke from behind her.

"Find any thing interesting?" asked a low, silky voice from behind Rogue.

Rogue spun around to face the person, ready for any fight that was to come. But Rogue'ss eyes widened at what she saw.

She had been expecting some hideous creepy guys who would have a good reason to hide under a hood. But the man standing in front of her was in no way shape or form creepy or unattractive.

On the contrary, he was actually one of the most handsome men Rogue had ever met. He had shoulder length black hair; warm brown eyes that Rogue could tell had seen a lot, and a strong angular jaw. He had probably seen better times, Rogue decided, because she could see wrinkles of worry lining his face and bags under his eyes. Rogue quickly recovered from her stupor and went into defensive mode.

"Who are you? Where am Ah? And why did ya bring meh here?"

The man smiled and let off a gentle chuckle, clearly amused by her onslaught questions, "Not one to waste time with formalities are we?"

By the look on Rogues face, the man could definitely assume she was not.

"I do apologize for dragging you like that, but last night had been a long night and we were a bit testy. But perhaps I should introduce myself before I start explaining things. My name is Sirius Black, you are currently in my humble abode, and we brought you here for the simple reason we did not want to leave you on your own unprotected while Malfoy is looking for you."

Now, I have answered your questions and I think it is only fair for you to answer mine. Who are you and why is Malfoy so interested in you?"

Rogue was fuming. What, did he not think she could take care of herself? That was some damsel in distress that needed rescuing? And why was it so strange that someone might be interested in her, she wasn't bad looking. She would yell at him for this later. But he was right, it was only fair that she answer his questions since he answered hers so nicely.

"Fahne," she finally spat out, "Mah names Rogue and Ah don't know whah Malfoy wanted me so bad. The only thang Ah can guess is he really wanted tah get me in bed."

Once again, Sirius laughed, this time at Rogues bluntness, "Well, I have no doubt about that. I haven't seen him that riled up over a woman in a long time, even before he got married."

Suddenly his face became serious, "Rogue, something tells me there was more to Lucious' advances than meet the eye. Now that I think about it, I have never seen him become to over excited like that with a woman before, and this greatly disturbs me."
Rogue interrupted him, "Y'all been thinken' 'bout this, haven't ya?"

"Yes, Remus, the other one who dragged you here, is more confused by Lucious' actions than I am, we think that he might be trying to bring you over to Voldemorts side."

"Who?"

"Oh, sorry I had forgotten that you are a muggle."

"A what?" asked Rogue. This was almost too much information for her to absorb and she was getting very annoyed at how stupid she felt not knowing anything.

"You see Rogue, as unbelievable as it may sound, witches and wizards do exist. Everyone in that pub was either a witch or a wizard, save you and your friend of course, and we tend to call non-magic people muggles."

Now, as for Voldemort, he is one of the most powerful wizards alive, but he is also one of the most evil wizards alive. About fifteen years ago, Voldemort was defeated and vanished…" he continued on to tell her about Harry Potter, how he himself was Harry's godfather, and everything that had happened at Hogwarts, "but just last year, he has risen to power once again and is trying to gather supporters."

"Lucious Malfoy is one of his supporters from his first rein, Remus and I are afraid that he might be trying get you to join him, or at least put you under the imperimus curse, meaning they will have complete control over what you do and say.

"Now, I have one more question, what kind of abilities do you have that would perhaps aid the Dark Lord in his rise to power?"

Rogue automatically told him about her powers and mutants. The explanation took a while because Sirius was fascinated by the story of evolution. Finally when she was finished Sirius leaned back in his chair with a thoughtful look on his face.

"So, from what you have just told me, you have the capability to become one of the most powerful mutans alive, correct?"

Rogue believed this was more of a statement then a question, but decided to answer any ways, "Ya, Ah guess ya could say thaht."

"Well then, now I am sure that there was more to Lucious' advances. Even though I am not quite sure how he would know of your powers, Voldemort does have many ways of finding things out. But indeed there is more," said Sirius, "much, much more."

"Does this have anything to do with why you brought me here?" asked Rogue, quietly, although she was almost certain the answer was yes. Sirius got a surprised look on his face when he glanced towards the kitchen, ignoring her question. In fact, he even did a double take to make sure he had seen what he thought he saw.

"Bloody hell! Did you do this?" Sirius asked Rogue, shock clearly written all over his face.

"Oh, ya, sorry about that. I just kind of picked up this wand, I guess that's what it is, and flicked it and well, that's what happened" explained Rogue.

If Sirius had been shocked before, it was nothing compared to now, for now, he had gone completely white and fear shown in his eyes. He look at Rogue before asking in a panicked voice, "Do you know what this means?! This means you are a witch! Being a witch and a mutant, no wonder Voldemort is interested in you!"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on a second. You're telling meh, that ya didn't know any of this until just now? Ah mean, Ah didn't think ya would bring meh here on a hunch…no, no, a slight suspision that he might want meh for Voldemort." Rogue all but shouted, something was going on that Sirius wasn't telling Rogue and she wanted to know what it was, and fast.

Sirius sighed, a tired, worn, and regretful look plastered upon his face and said, "You're right, Rogue. The real reason I brought you here is indeed because we were afraid that Lucious wanted you to become a Death Eater. Now, the reason we thought this was because…" he paused, as though unsure if he should tell her, but continued none the less, "because you look like my little sister, Vivian, identical in fact. You see, Rogue, my sister was only my half sister, she shared a mother with me, but her father was in fact Lord Voldemort himself. A prophesy stated that only Voldemorts heir would be able to defeat Harry, who is the only person able to defeat Voldemort."

Sirius sighed again, "but there is no way you could be her, she died years ago after we sent her over to America."

Sirius looked away from Rogue and she knew all to well why. He was trying to hide his sorrow over remembering his sister, she must have been very close to him. Rogue remembered the hurt she felt when people betrayed her, "Lahke the tahme Ah found out that Ah had never lived with Irene at all, it was all just memories the MasterMind put into mah head." Rogue thought bitterly.

But this thought hit Rogue like a ton of bricks. She didn't know where she had come from, or who she was. She had always thought she was Marie D'Accanto until she found out the truth.

She had to see a picture of the girl.

"Sirius, do you have any pictures of your sister?"

He looked back up at her, apparently shocked by her question and answered, "Well, yeah, but why…"

Rogue cut him off, "Show me."

So Sirius lead her to a set of stairs that Rogue hadn't noticed before and with good reason. The stair s were covered in vast amounts of junk and the stairs themselves looked as though they we about to cave in on themselves. They came to a platform that had black drapes, which rogue assumed had a window behind it.

She was sorely mistaken, for when the curtains threw themselves back, there was a painting of an old woman with graying black hair that started to scream at Sirius, "YOU UNGRATEFUL BLOOD TRAITOR, BRINGING FILTHY MUDBLOODS INTO MY HOUSE! HOW DARE YOU!"

Then, she turned on Rogue and was about to start yelling at her, when her eyes widened in shock and realization and she started sobbing, "Vivian? Oh my sweet Vivian has returned to me! She has returned to bring salvation to this house, which has been shamed by this wicked blood traitor!"

"Oh shut up, mum, she isn't Vivian. She is just someone who looks like her." Explained Sirius as calmly as he could, though Rogue could see a vein throbbing in his forehead.

"DON'T TELL ME SHE ISNT MY DAUGHTER! I KNOW MY OWN DAUGHTER WHEN I SEE HER AND THAT IS MY VIVIAN!" yelled the woman, once again turning to her son.

Rogue didn't have any idea what was going on, but she certaintly did not like the idea of being this…woman's daughter.

"Listen here bitch, Ah don't know who ya are and quahte frankly mah dear, Ah don't give a damn." Said Rogue in a very frustrated tone.

The look on the woman's face was priceless, her jaw hung down so low you would have thought it was going to roll out of the painting and onto the floor.

Sirius looked, on the other hand, quite pleased that some one had finally managed to shut his mother up, but he did not waste the opportunity to throw the drapes back over the painting. Then her turned to Rogue with a very grateful look on his face and said, "That is the first time in years she has been up there that someone has shut her up!"

Rogue laughed as they continued up the hall. Finally, they reached a plain door that Sirius opened and lead her into. The room was dark and was full of nothing but boxes. Sirius walked over and picked up a piece of paper that was sitting on top of one of the boxes and handed it to Rogue.

Rogue blew the dust off of the picture and let out a gasp at what she saw. There she was, in a school girl uniform with black fishnet and loosely tied combat boots, and standing next to her was, who she assumed to be, a younger version of Sirius, and four other people she couldn't recognize, all of whom wore a school uniform. One was a tall lanky man with dark unruly hair and glasses, another was a girl that looked older then Rogue in the picture, with long auburn hair, a tall well built man with blonde hair, and the last one was a short nothing of a man, who looked rather out of place, in Rogue opinion. All of the people were smiling and waving furiously at her. Suddenly, Rogue was having a flashback, one that she had never had before.

She was standing with a group of her friends all of whom were smiling and laughing on the lawn in front of a large castle and beside a lake. It was a gorgeous day, the bird were out the sun was shining, so the man with dark unruly hair decided they should take a picture. So, he took out his camera and his wand and pointed his wand at the camera. The camera floated upwards and, once they were all in place, took the picture.

She remembered all the people around her, they were her friends and she was happy to be with them. But something was off, she felt like someone wasn't there who should be. She examined the picture more closely and there, sitting in the shade off a tree about fifty feet behind the happy group, was a young man with shoulder length black hair that was tied back who was staring sadly at the happy group.

Suddenly, she remembered where she was and found Sirius looming over her with a very concerned expression on his face.

"Are you ok, Rogue? You kind of went blank there for a second,"

"Ya, but, Ah remembah this. Ah remembah these people were mah friends. Ah know the faces but Ah don't remembah their names."

If Sirius had been shocked when Rogue had shut up his mother, it was nothing compared to now. He looked like he was trying to say something, but no words came out, so that he looked like a fish, opening and closing his mouth. Finally, as though deciding words were not adequate, he pulled Rogue into a vicious hug.

Normally, Rogue would have been very wierded out by this, but this felt right. And in that moment, Rogue knew, this was her family and she was home.