AN: I didn't realize how long this had gotten until i was done. i hope you all enjoy this chapter it was a lot of fun to write. AS always reviews are awesome.

Remus Lupin, werewolf, professor, and secret head of the Black power block, sat at the Hogwarts staff table looking out over the sea of students. He couldn't help the small smile that stretched his scared features. It had been 2 weeks since the start of his 3rd year of teaching defense against the dark arts. Perhaps because he was already cursed, the other curse couldn't get a hold on him. He had tried to leave when it was announced by someone he was a werewolf. However, an impassioned speech by Dumbledore, a magically locked door by Sirius, and a blocked hallway by 3/4ths of the student body had convinced him to stay.

He was still shocked it had been Sirius who had pushed him into taking the position after he had been teaching history for a year. He cast a glance at his last remaining brother. Sirius simply noded and gave the barest if sighs. They both were sharing the same thought. This would have been Primrose's 4th year. What house would she have been in? Who would have been her friends? How would she have taken the tri-wizard tournament and the activities for the younger years?

These thoughts were carefully hidden in the back of both men's minds. But when the firewhiskey started to be passed around. Nothing could stop them. Surprisingly, Severus even took to joining them. They had put aside their childhood rivalry and become something of friends. Severus was still as acerbic as ever. Sirius was still just as immature. Remus was still somewhere in the middle of all of it. But they made it work, somehow.

He pulled himself away from such dark thoughts and cast his brown eyed gaze back over the assembled students of 3 schools. It had been 2 days since they had arrived and 24 hours since the goblet of fire had been lit. The old cup would soon spit out its names.

Unknown to any of the professors a spy sat amongst their midst. Already having enacted the first part of his great master's plan. His master was not convinced the Potter brat was dead but hidden away where only the old fool knew. The plan was to force the goblet to think there should be a 4th champion. There by forcing the old goat to reveal the lost girl, strip her of her magic, or ultimately prove she was dead. Either way, his master would have what he wanted. And he would be richly rewarded for his part.

Unknown to anyone, the goblet of fire was far more sentient than anyone ever knew. It had magic for if anyone ever wanted to add extra schools to the challenge. It also had magic to reach out and transport anyone who was selected no matter the distance. Travel and housing being complicated in small hidden areas of the past. Not that any of the humans bothered to read the goblets manual which was clearly labeled in runes on it's chest.

Everyone had cheered and applauded as Dumbledore caught the three names out of the air. Viktor Krum. Fluer Delacour. Cedric Diggory. Everyone had expected another quiet year aside from the tournament. Nothing had happened at Hogwarts since Albus had caught the DADA teacher 3 years ago performing dark rituals with unicorn blood. Quirrell had fought to the death rather than be taken alive.

The goblet flared to life a fourth time. Everyone in the great hall was frozen in stunned silence.

Light years away. A tall red headed woman had just ripped the head off of an Eridani Bison. Its head was still on the end of her spear which she raised to the sky and roared her dominance. The thing was large and dangerous but predictable. A worthy kill for a ritual first hunt. She couldn't see her clan ship but she knew they were watching. Soon they would come down. The body would be served at a clan feast along with the others taken by this years young hunters. Soon her mothers would cheer and let her clean her first trophy. Then as a family, as clan, they would put it in her new section on the family wall.

But her next sensation wasn't the slight pressure on her ears from atmospheric engines or the beep of communication but a hooking in her middle. Suddenly the open landscape of Epsilon Eridani 5 was gone.

Suddenly she was in a stone building with what looked like an open ceiling but her scanners told her was solid. She cursed mentally at the hologram. There were also hundreds of bipedal beings. Her brain processed them quickly as human. Her biological species. The young huntress didn't much care for her biological species. At least the ones she had met seemed far too focused on themselves and not the clan. Well maybe her clan. She admitted ceretin clans had weird values, like the Berserkers or those gene stealing abomination. Those were almost as deranged as a bad blood.

She quickly focused in the situation. She dropped her hunting spear which still had the head on it. It was not an effective weapon for a large crowd like this if they were hostel. Letting both of her wrist blades slide out of their sheaths, the hunter assumed her modified brawler stance. It was hers alone. It was a stance she and her mother had worked on to take advantage of her strange powers. Her hands began to glow the color of her eyes, which were currently hidden behind her biomask. Verdant green death. She would not go down without a fight. Which looked like was going to happen as most of adults and several of the near adult looking humans pointed stange wooden things at her and she could sense a field similar to hers focus in each stick. Great hunter, she wished she had been allowed her plasma caster on her ritual hunt.

She was still ready for a fight as the oldest looking one of them raised his hands and said something. She cursed how bad her human was. She would have to wait for her biomask to adapt and translate for her. This was not a good position to be in. Not being able to understand the enemy.

Albus had seen and done a great many things in his long life. Not all of which he was proud of. So he generally wasn't startled but the goblet spitting out a fourth name followed by a large displacement of magic. To say the strangely clad being before him didn't help was an understatement. He hadn't even had a chance to read the 4th name.

Luckily he recovered quickly enough. He turned to his more battle ready professors and students. With years of battlefield experience, he commanded, "Stand down"

He turned back to the being who had just appeared. It had dropped the long pole with the severed head on it. He would have to ask about that later. The being has assumed a very defensive stance. The avada kedavra green of her hands worried him. He needed to de-escalate this and fast. He let his aura wash over every one and in his calmest voice, "calm down every one. No need to be rash."

Old battle instincts kicked in from the two major wars in had fought in over the last century. A high forehead mask with red eye lens, one shoulder covered in armor, wrist gauntlets, and boot greaves. All in well worked metal. Easily of goblin quality. The vambraces were definitely weapons and who knew what else was held with in them. There was a leather bandolier wrapped from shoulder to hip. Under all this was a mesh suit. The being was marked with ritual scars and tattoos. This was a warrior and Albus would have to be very careful.

The old headmaster felt the student body stand down and most of the professors. His old battleaxe of a friend, Minerva, and unsurprisingly, Remus, were still on edge and ready for a fight. The wolf within was probably barely under control. Bless Remus for managing.

His pale blue eyes never left the being though. His bushy eyebrows again shot up as a mechanical set of growls and clicks came from the person. The entire hall turned and watched as the creature let the green energy fade and it growled out a rough. "More"

The shifting of every eye could be heard going from headmaster to stranger. The headmaster in all his ages wisdom took the one word as a good sign. Looking past the strange armor, tattoos, and scars he saw the makings of a female human. He hadn't had a chance to look at the slip of parchment yet. The being was still to much on edge but he was so curious as to who she was now and who she was in the past. But first communication.

Albus Dumbledore, great orator of the wizengamot, kept his words small as if he was talking once again to a scared first year muggle born.

"Hello and welcome to Hogwarts. A school for the magically gifted. We are in the middle of dinner. My name is Albus Dumbledore. What is yours?" The ages wizard asked conversationally.

Almost everyone in the hall looked like their headmaster had gone daffy. Well daffier than usual. The great wizard who simple saw himself as another man could sense his students befuddlement. Some situations called for the sheer destruction only a wand could do. This was not one of them. The unmistakable snort of the grouchy potions master could be heard. Albus ignored it all, in favor of getting the very dangerous woman to calm down.

After another series of growls and clicks the metallic voice returned. "My name is…" their was a pause and another set of growls, "So'nja"

Albus took this as a good sign. Who ever this was she was willing to communicate. Perhaps he could get her out of the great hall and protect his students soon than he expected. Quickly taking the opportunity, Albus gave a gentle smile and pulled back his aura just a bit. It wouldn't do to have the woman to become to leery of him and his magic. Not yet at least. "Perhaps we should go somewhere with less people?" He asked indication the student body still giving all their attention to the headmaster and the invading guest.

The recently name huntress, looked around, and let her biomask do a full scan. She couldn't be sure of how dangerous the young ones were in this place. She had proven never to underestimate the youth of her biological species and she would not forget that lesson. She also didn't know which planet she was on. There wasn't any conclusive markers from her scan. She needed allies till she could get back in touch with her clan. Great hunter preserve her if she had been thrown back in time. Her abilities had taught her anything was possible. This old man seemed serviceable enough he was obviously an old warrior who was well respected. Time to take the first step in preventing a fight. Great Hunter, she never wanted to be a diplomat.

Slowly reaching up she disconnected the air filtration system, she resisted the urge to cough as this planet's polluted atmosphere flooded her system. Carefully placing both her hands on each side of her biomask she gently lifted it off her head. Shaking out her mane of blood red braids, verdant green eyes met those sparkling blue eyes of the old man. The human Yaut'ja huffed out a rough, "Greetings. I come peace"

Mentally cursing, her grammar must be atrocious, but she needed to keep these barbaric humans calm. She took the stares and low whispering as just generally being impressed by her. She knew no better about the hushed whispers.

If Albus had been shocked before, he now stood flabbergasted. He hazarded a quick glance at the parchment in his hand. Primrose Potter. It couldn't be. She was dead. Wasn't she. Even if she had lived, the girl should have only been 14 not this young woman of 17 standing in his great hall. The lightning bolt scar was proudly displayed above her right eye. There was now one below as well. It looked like 4 digital dashes in the shape of Algiz. He needed answers.

Sirius Black, had been to hell, run over by a herd of hippogriffs, and slowly put himself back together with the help of his brother and now wife. Now here stood a woman who tore open all the old wounds afresh. He could barely think, expect to wonder if he may finally have a chance to correct his life's biggest mistake.

Remus Lupin had been fighting his wolf for several long tense minutes. It wanted to charge and fight this predator who had suddenly invaded its territory. He knew his eyes must be full amber. Then the predator's full scent finally worked its way to him and his wolf had the chance to processed it. Cub?

The Dark Lord's spy sat still and stared at the woman. A few things were different than was expected but this could not have gone better. No easy answers from the old goat. Plus there were hundreds of witness to the spectacle in the great hall. The Potter brat was barely articulate Probably mentally damaged too. His master should be pleased.

For Severus Snape he was watching with his usual aloof disdain and refraining from making acid laced comments. Mainly because he didn't want to receive another lecture from the headmaster about it. He was safe in his class room but feasts and guests where another spell altogether. Until that heathanistic creature removed its mask. He slammed his mental shield down so tight he knew it would take a week to get them back to normal. Lily? At least she looked like Lily in some weird B sci-fi film from their childhood. Could it be?

The aged headmaster smiled. Things were still tense but not at a spell flinging level. For the first time he turned his gaze to the student. "Everyone, please continue to enjoy the feast. Professors Black, Flitwick, McGonagall, and Lupin please join us in my office. Professor Shape please fetch me a lineage potion. One generation will do." Albus then turned to the two representatives from the ministry. "Barty, Ludo, please enlighten our champions. I shall take care of our guest."

With instructions issued he turned back to his guest and the possible savior of wizarding Britain. As a man of many languages he prided himself on his skills. But he couldn't manage the growling intonations to the name. With a mental shrug, he settle on the mundane pronunciation. "Sonja, would you please follow me?"

The red headed hunteress now properly named Sonja, stood still and waited the momentary second for the translation. When it came through she nodded and scooped up he spear with her trophy still attached. It still ooze the creatures concealing blood. Even amongst possible enemies she would not give it up if she could help it. What she could help is she would plow through every language sension her biomask could generate. She would not surrender that advantage again.

Flicking her braids once again over her shoulder she followed the aged being. He had commanded like a general. Soft but with no hesitation or worry that his orders may not be followed. She could respect this old man. At least for now.

It was a long walk threw the halls of where ever she was and she was developing a pain behind her eyes as she tried to look at everything without looking. The hologram pictures were amazing. Maybe this planet had an interstellar comms array she could use. But Great Hunter their fashion sense was horrid.

The granite beast looking stature was slightly comical as it jumped out of the way. After entering an office, she watched as Silver as she dubbed him in her head took his throne like chair behind his desk she noted the slight platform the desk sat on. She's suppressed the desire to flair her non existent mandible in a smile. Silver had presence.

As the door closed behind the small group, every one but Silver began to ask rapid fire question over one another. Her translator couldn't keep up and she couldn't even follow whose voice was coming from where. Her frustration rapidly grew.

"SHUT UP, YOU PACK OF UN-WHELPED MONGRELS." the redhead roared. Only then did she realize it was probably a good thing she didn't know human well and they didn't know her language.

Albus was enjoying the reality of his old bones settling into his comfortable chair. He did not have time to reign in his colleagues before the woman let out a tremendous roar that rattled the window panes. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Well put M'Lady, perhaps a bit of decorum?"

The 4 professors stood in stunned silence for a moment while the huntress just looked smug. Oh how she loved channeling her power to her voice despite how often it got her in trouble.

Watching his colleagues,Dumbledore noticed Flitwick looked excited, McGonagall leary, and the last of the marauders hopeful. Sonja looked aloof but he could feel her agitation through her magic. Dumbledore could blame none of them.

He was forced to raise his hand again as Minerva was silently elected speaker and she tried to ask the questions. "Patience. We shall have our answers shortly."

Almost as if heeding the old wizard's command the door opened and with a flair of his robes Severus entered the room. With a stone faced expression he put a small potions vial on the headmaster's desk and found a shadowed corner to inhabit.

The young huntress watched as Silver turned his commanding gaze in the room again and settled on her. "Sonja, my dear, if you would be willing to donate 3 drops of blood we can figure out why you are here. The how seams fairly simple."

Dumbledore held and enchanted knife, designed to make the smallest of cuts and then heal as soon as the blood needed had escaped the person. It was the most humane method for some of these archaic rituals and potions.

The redhead just sneered at the offered knife. Almost as if it was an insult. The entire group gave a collective gasp as the barely clad human grasped a seemingly random spot on her belt and pulled out her own knife. She spun it at what the group felt was dangerous speeds before something was growled out and she cut her own palm. 3 quick drops latter and she returned the bloodless knife to its hidden sheath. Reaching into a small pouch she produced a small cylinder and sprayed something on her palm. The would closed rapidly. The woman never flinched.

The potion turned a midnight blue like good quill ink. The aged wizard took a fresh piece of parchment from his desk and lay it flat on his desk . Mentally the red hunter sighed, another mark for outdated culture. Didn't these people use digital displays. She was mildly fascinated as she watch Silver pour the substance on the top of the parchment and watched as it ran down the paper as if gravity was at the bottom of the page not the underside. Perhaps there was something to these people.

Everyone waited as the ink potion bled into various letters eventually forming words. Everyone but So'nja. She couldn't read human, not without her mask acting as translator. She was just happy she had her earpiece in. All other eyes however were darting between the parchment and the redhead. Until the parchment read.

Name: (given) Primrose Potter, (alias) So'nja

Parents: (birth) James and Lily Potter

(Adopted) Kora and Liara.

Suddenly So'nja new what the great beasts of legend felt like when the clan was on the hunt. She didn't like it one bit, not when she was used to being the predator. One foot shifted and she tensed ready for an attack

Everyone stood imobile for various reasons, and the red hunter watch them. Ready for which one would move first. It just so happened to be the grey one. His eyes danced like the smoke above a campfire. His eyes brought back happy memories of her mothers and her on family hunts.

At first he moved slow with slow words like he was trying to understand. But words slowly tumbled from his mouth. It took a moment but eventually her earpiece supplied her with, "Prim, is it really you? It is, isn't it?"

She watched as he slowly moved closer and examined her until he started to move faster with his arms outstretched. The moment those arms started to engulf her, years of training took over.

Her armored shoulder came down just enough so when the huntress channeled her power she lifted the man and flung him over her should as if she was biologically Yaut'ja. She spun with him and extended the stiletto hidden in the underside of her right vambrace. The blade was a hair away from the man's neck. The leather bandolier had also shifted and a serpent's head and emerged from the coils and hissed menacingly at the group. A crested set of red scales was barely visible around a maw of curved snake fangs.

A second hissing noise followed. Soft as a summer wind through grass. Not from the clearly serpentine creature but the girl. Everyone froze until the snake curled back up and was hidden again.

All this happened before, as it should have, before her mind processed the smile on the grey man's face. And the battle instincts were quickly reigned even more as the dark man in the corner let out a guawf of amusement. "HA! Black you should know better than to stick your nose into trouble."

The red head let out a small growl in the back of her throat, she hated cross culture contacts. Apparently the man wasn't trying to attack her. At least he was his own victim at this point. Flicking her braids over her shoulder she stood up and offered her hand to the man. Smoke was smart enough to accept the hand and get yanked to his feet.

Shaking the rest of her crimson braids out behind her she gave Smoke a bit of a teasing smile before saying. "Not smart."

For some unknown reason this cause the one with the impressive facial scars to grin. She wondered how he got those scars, it must have be a grand hunt. Waving at the man before her, Scars said. "He is not known for his brilliant ideas."

So'nja recognized the good natured ribbing of a fellow clan member. The other youngbloods and her did it often enough. Once she had won there respect.

After several moments ever one calmed down and Smoke turned back to her."let's try that again shall we? Welcome home, Primrose. I am your godfather Sirius Black. We have missed you." at this he just held his hand out. A spark of hope flickered in the man's black soul and in his eyes.

Everyone held still, waiting on this alien woman. Every one had seen she needed a minute to process things. The group wasn't sure if it was magic ot technology. There girl had definitely grown up in an alien environment.

None as much as Flitwick. He waited. Hands a mear twitch from his wand and his goblin steel dagger. He had reasoned out why the headmaster asked him to this meeting very quickly. One warrior culture to one warrior culture he would be the best person to understand this person. As well as fight her if need arose.

There was a bit of a collective gasp when the girl grabbed Sirius' arm and leaned in. It looked like she was about to toss him on his arse again. Only she gently touched her forehead to that of the man. A warm soft growl different from the harsh snaps and pops from before rolled from the girl. To say that everyone was surprised but the huntress was an understatement.

So'nja saw the man smile again and extend his arm. She couldn't decide if this was an actual attack or some other ritual. She had no recourse but to wait on her translator. The little device stumbled over one word till it parsed out as parent adopted clan. Perhaps this hellhound waste of a backwater would be bearable if the great hunter had led her to a land with kin.

Quickly enfolding Smoke in the traditional embrace of clan long unseen the huntress would let out a soft growl in her language before translating just one word. The only important word, "Clan"

Sirius was amazed to find himself with one hand gripped around the forearm and the other on the side of his head, forehead pressed forehead. All from his long lost goddaughter. His last link to his brother and sister in all but blood.

As they parted, Sirius realized that feeling of soul crushing failure was gone. Usually he only felt this calm with his wife and 4 year old daughter. However, now he knew. He may have botched his chance to raise her but Primrose had grown up safe and cared for. He was sure they would but heads over various cultural issues, they were both blacks to some degree. It was inevitable. He found he couldn't wait.

They rest of the group watched misty eyed, except for Severus. He looked like he was trying not to gag on the overt sentimentality.

With a happy sigh and cough, Dumbledore quickly re-commanded the rooms attention. The old headmaster smiled and felt a sweep of warm emotions at the sight of reconnected family. He said as much , "Ah. It's always nice to see family back together. I think with more past questions answered that we were aware of, perhaps we should look to the future? Where shall we house this remarkable young woman?"

His pale blue gaze fell to his most trusted friend and his deputy. Minerva would of course perse her lips and think. "We have several spare visitor/teacher accommodation. As essentially a visiting school it would be her right to use them. It would also be the proper thing to do."

The red haired enigma sat listening. The litany of curses in the back of her mind at her understanding hasn't stopped. The conversation lag was intolerable. Yet it all came to a screeching alt when her translator told her she would be getting her own set of rooms. Alone. Clan meant not being alone. One only ever hunted alone. This could not stand.

"NO!" she growled out only to realize she had slipped back to Yaut'ja again. Gathering her wits she tried in human again. "No. Rest with others."

The professors all snapped toward the woman. Flitwick even had his dagger out a half inch. The woman's roar was that powerful to the part goblin.

Dumbledore simply nodded and accepted the harsh statement for what it was, a request. He would find out why later. "You wish to room with other?" The old headmaster asked for confirmation.

The ends of her braids poped up and down as she nodded, with the added comment, "Yes. Help speak better."

Various smiles and ni\ods passes among the gathered professors. Taken the girl's statement as a declaration of wanting to be a part of their world. The aged headmaster simply stood and said," then perhaps we should find where you will be staying the traditional way?"

So'nja jumped and extended one of her arm blades. She really needed to control her battle instincts better. An animated lump of leather that had just scoffed was no reason to go full hunter.

The lump of leather that had formed into a rather ragged hat just scoffed again, "Sit down Albus. I can feel the Gryffindor rolling off her from here. Pur her where she belongs. Now leave an old hat to his rest. I must compose."

So'nja just stared dumbfounded. What in the prey-less waste was a Gryffindor. She turned to Smoke as clan and then General Silver. Confusion clearly writ across the hunters face.

Smoke just looked like he had taken on a Xeno alone and won. Silver was just calm. It was the old woman who looked like an old well loved battleaxe. Battleaxe gave a clearly oft repeated speech.

The red head felt her non-mandibles spread into a grin as she picked out the part of about Gryffindor. She could accept being in the house of the brave.

At this point Silver merely nodded before saying, "I do believe Miss Granger is at the base of the stares. She would be an apt guide to your new house and since you are technically fourteen she will be in the same dorm. I think we shall just call your current body a mild potions accident, as a simple explanation for now. The rest if you please stay behind."

So'nja stood straight an saluted. The general had clearly dismissed her. She didn't think she could really take much more anyway. The huntress turned and grabbed her spear with her trophy. Which gave her pause. Maybe these people didn't like blood trailed across there ship. Turning back she and slightly lifting her spear, "Do you have...cleaning pit?"

As one the professors turned to the black one. Black mearly grunted. "Leave it with me and we shall make arrangements when you are settled."

Severus Snape may have lost his vindictive edge but was still as acerbic as ever. Unless it was with some who with a flick of their wrist could end his life. Slytherin self preservation was on high alert with this red head. While Lily would only ever verbally eviscerate him, he had no doubt her daughter would literally do so. Her following words simply confirmed it.

"You lose. You die."

With a flip of her braids the warrior turned and walked out of the office. Head held high and eighty for her next fight. She was Yaut'ja after all.