A/N: So, this is a newer story I thought of a while ago, when I was reading order of the pheniox and wondered, "Hey, what if Sirius had a girlfriend? Would that even be possible?" And thus, this story was born. I really love the Marauders, (Not including Wormtail, the slimy git...) and writing them has been quite fun haha. Anyways. Review. Tell me what you think. Let me know if this is even possible to happen during OOTP. I'm a romantic at heart, so bear with me.

"Remus?" I whispered in disbelief, almost talking to myself as I saw a taller, shabby looking wizard pass by me quickly, looking around himself anxiously on the empty street we were on, and I took a step forward, calling out, "Remus!" Louder than before, dispite the fact that it might not even be him. I was too desperate to talk to people from 'The Old Days' to really care.

He whipped around, his gray eyes alert and ready as he grabbed his wand, pointing it directly at my nose, the tip glowing slightly as he said fiercely, sounding so far from the Remus I knew, it made me step back cautiously, "Come out of the shadows." Not bothering to be polite.

I blinked in confusion, but wordlessly obeyed, stepping into the waning moon's light, pushing my dark hair behind my back as I smiled sheepishly at him, "It's nice to see you too." I said sarcastically, laughing easily, not really fazed by how close his wand was to my nose.

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, then widened in realization, "Alexandria?" He asked cautiously, lowering his wand slightly, still looking aprehensive, "Alexandria White?" He said again, like he was making sure he didn't confuse me with some other Alexandria.

I made a face at the sound of my real name, "Merlin Remus, call me Alex." I said tiredly, slightly amused he still called me by my real name, "You know I hate that." I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him slightly.

He lowered his wand, and a ghost of a smile passed over his gaunt face, "How are you?" He asked, looking me over, checking for bumps or bruises like an older brother would.

I shrugged, and answered, "Honestly, as good as anyone can get with this bloody war." I laughed humorlessly, "I get by." I muttered darkly, smirking.

Remus nodded, stowing his wand back into his robes, "So you believe he's back then?" He asked softly, looking at me with those tired gray eyes in honest curiosity.

I chewed on my lip thoughtfully for a short while, then said decidedly, "I suppose I do." I paused and then snorted in amusement, "I know for a fact Fudge has no idea what he's doing." I muttered, folding my arms, "But then, he never really did, did he?" I said, smirking.

He chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets, "No, he didn't." He said quietly, his lips finally curling into a wary smile.

"So how are you doing Remus?" I asked softly, eying his shabby robes with concern, "You look..." I trailed off awkwardly, not being able to find the right word.

"Old?" He supplied with a wry smile that was so uniquely Remus, it brought back painful memories of Hogwarts.

I shook my head, blocking the memories and answering his suggestion at the same time, looking at his kind face, "War torn." I murmured, smiling sadly.

He laughed bitterly, "Don't we all?" He sighed, running a hand through his graying hair, "I've been...alright." He said uneasily, "Getting by. Like you." He said with a smirk, "I've been helping Dumbledore actually." He added quietly, looking around cautiously, checking to see if anyone was in the deserted alleyway.

I furrowed my brow, "Dumbledore?" I asked, the taste of my former headmasters name odd on my tounge as I cocked my head to the side in slight confusion, "Explain." I said, sounding highly interested even to myself.

Remus glanced over his shoulder, and pulled his wand out again, murmuring some spell under his breath, making an almost invisable bubble appear from the wand, enveloping to two of us in it, canceling out the noise from outside.

I looked at him in confusion, and he said apologetically, "We can't be overheard by the wrong people." By way of answering me.

I nodded, and again, prodded to his earlier statement, "Dumbledore." I said evenly, watching his face carefully.

He sighed, "Dumbledore." He repeated slowly, trying to gather his thoughts, "Alex, you must understand what is happening right now, at this very moment. Voldemort-" He didn't stop, or even pause at my slight wince, "-is out there, and he's strong, and getting stronger by the minute. He will do horrible things to get what he wants. Destroy anything, kill anyone, and put innocent men and women in Azkaban to get power." Here he paused, and looked at me, searching my face for something before he decided to continue on, "To force the world to he way he wants it."

I gulped, and searched his face, "Remus, what are you trying to tell me? I already knew that." I said quietly, staring at him.

"We are called," He started again, sounding tired, "The Order of the Pheniox. Albus formed us. It's our job to do what we can to save his world from utter destruction at the hands of Voldemort. And Alex, we need people like you." He said finally, ending his speech with looking at me expectantly.

I sucked in a breath, my eyes wide, "Remus, I think you have the wrong girl here-" I stuttered awkwardly, taking a shaky step back, my mind spinning.

He cut me off, "No, I don't." He said quietly, "You're young-"

"The same age as you." I muttered, folding my arms and looking at him stubbornly.

His lips twitched very slightly, but he plowed on, "You're resilient, and you know what you believe in, and you would give anything for your cause." He paused, "At least that's how you were the first time around."

I bit my lip, looking away from him, the thought of this, order, was growing on me slowly, "Who's all in it?" I asked, glancing at back at him with cautious eyes.
"McGonagal, Snape-" He ignored my face at that name, he knew I had hated him almost as much as James had, "The Weasleys, Deadulus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Emmeline Vance, Mad-Eye, Kingsley Shacklebot, Nymphadora Tonks-who I think you'd get along with quite well actually, and..." He paused, watching me carefully, "Sirius Black." He said very softly, almost like he didn't want me to hear, "Along with others."

I inhaled sharply at his name despite myself, and stared at Remus with wide eyes, "Sirius?" I breathed, my tongue fumbling on his name, and my eyes searching his face for any sign that he could be pulling my wand, saying this just to make me join, "But he's on the run!" I said, my voice sounding strangled, "Remus, you can't forget what he did to James and Lily-"

He cut me off, "Do you think I would trust him if I didn't have a good reason to?" He asked, sounding like he had already had this argument before, and knew what to say, "Voldemort-"

"Don't say that name!" I said hotly, glaring at him, my hands clenched into fists at my side.

He huffed, "You know who has put tons of men and woman in places they didn't belong in. Sirius was one of those people." He said fiercely, sounding determined to make me believe him, "He's an innocent man."

I scoffed to hide my feelings and looked down at the ground. I couldn't even look at Remus without it hurting. "I don't know if I could believe that." I said bitterly, my eyes stinging with unshead tears I was trying to desperately to hide.

"Alex, you loved him." He said sadly, almost pleadingly, "And he loves you."

Tears filled my eyes, "And I've tried hard to hate him for fifteen long, horrible years!" I shouted, glad we were covered by Remus's spell, "I'm just figuring out how!" I said, my voice desperate and cracking as I stared at him with my watery eyes, "I can't let my heart be broken. Not again."

He was silent for a long time, just watching me with those serious (no pun intended) eyes, before he said quietly, "Come with me to the order meeting tomorrow. You can talk to him. You can talk to Dumbledore, and find out for yourself how much we- including Sirius-need you."

I stared at him long and hard, searching his face silently as I thought over my options, furious at how that blasted dog still brought butterflies to my stomach, and finally, I muttered, clearly against my better, "Alright." silently dreading where this old friend of mine would take me.