A/N: I don't own a thing, but the plot, butplease review anyway.

Revised: July 26, 2006 (Brit-Picked)

Chapter 1--Talk

Oh brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you 'cause I don't know what to do
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you

The Order sat around the chipped, rectangular kitchen table of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, looking at the various building outlines, and listening to the new information concerning Voldemort and his followers. "It is imperative that we gather as many people as we can to join our cause, now more than ever," Dumbledore said with a grim face. "It has come to my attention that Voldemort is looking to marry," he paused here as many of the Order members blanched.

"Who would be daft enough to marry that psycho?" Ron Weasley, now 19, cried shuddering. Ronald had turned into an attractive young man; his once lanky body had filled out and become muscular, due to the extensive Auror training he was going through with his best mate, Harry Potter.

"It has also come to my attention," Dumbledore continued as though there had been no interruption at all, "that Voldemort, is not only looking to marry, but he has set his sights on a very powerful witch, whom I believe is the subject of a prophecy given many ages ago, which states that this woman will determine the outcome of this war."

"Wait!" Harry Potter exclaimed. "What do you mean she will determine the outcome of the war? I thought I was the one who was supposed to face him in the Final Battle," he said, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. Harry had also grown into a handsome young man of 19. He had also developed from the strenuous Auror training.

"Harry, I think it will be best if I allow you all to hear the prophecy," he said pulling out a tiny object from his robes. With a swish of his wand the object enlarged. "This is my pensieve," Dumbledore said waving his wand around the contents before an old memory floated to the top. "Listen carefully, for I will only show you all this once." With that said, Dumbledore touched the memory with the tip of his wand. A raspy, strangled voice instantly filled the room and said:

Born outside the realm of three

Hair and eyes made of dust

Ignorant of her true nature

Virtues unmatched and unseen

Guided by the Dog-Star

Matrimony extends him

Light and Darkness need her

In the wrong hands, control will leave her

Corruption will invade her

All will be destroyed

But if teamed with the Chosen Ones surrogate

The Light will prevail

The room fell silent; all of the members were deep in thought but none more so, than Sirius Black. He sat silently, with a slight frown on his full lips, trying to determine just how involved he and this woman were meant to be.

Sirius Black, the former convict, who had returned from the veil three years ago, at the ripe age of 28, although he actually looked like he was in his early to mid twenties. Before the veil, Sirius looked thin, pale, and close to death. Now, however, he had gained his muscular body and his colour back. He was once again the man he had been before the death of his two friends and the twelve years spent in Azkaban, although the wisdom he had gained would never disappear, nor would the haunted look completely vanish from his eyes.

Dumbledore's calm voice pulled Sirius from his musings, "...her name is Jessica Huxtable. She's 20 and lives in New York City, New York," he said placing the pensieve back in the pocket of his robes. "We are to prevent this marriage from taking place by whatever means necessary because, if we don't, the consequences will be dire," Dumbledore said with bleakness in his voice.

"What exactly does the prophecy mean? I mean, it's obvious that Sirius is involved," said the intelligent voice of Hermione Granger, a 20-year old brilliant witch, whose hair had tamed remarkably over the years, although a small frizz could still be detected.

"I am afraid that I cannot disclose that information at the moment, but I will in due time," Dumbledore's noble voice sounded throughout the bleak kitchen of Grimmauld Place.

Harry sat motionless, his messy black hair, falling gracelessly into his eyes, pondering if this prophecy nullified the one given to him four years ago. "Yes, Harry," Dumbledore said pulling him from his contemplation, "you are still meant to face Voldemort in the Final Battle," his said, his voice grave.

"Then how is she meant to determine the fate of the Final Battle?" said the weary voice of Remus Lupin, whose body contained freshly healed scars from last week's full moon.

"Well, Remus, whomever Jessica chooses to support, will undoubtedly win, unless…no, now is not the time…" Dumbledore said, "So, I am sending one of you to watch after Jessica," he paused here looking around at everyone and finally pausing on Sirius, "and I have thought long and hard about this."

Sirius could feel Dumbledore's eyes burning into his head; he could feel the impending mission falling onto his shoulders.

"But how? How will we win this war if we have her on our side?" Tonks asked sharply, her neon purple hair glinting in the light, "I am unable to answer that question as well, Nymphadora," Dumbledore said sweeping his eyes back onto Sirius, which caused him to miss the shudder run through Tonks body at the mention of the 'name from hell', as she called it.

"It's Tonks," she muttered snippily but Dumbledore merely continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"I've considered who and what Jessica will allow into her apartment," Sirius heard Dumbledore say, "and I've also considered who and what the prophecy involves, and I've decided," he paused here pulling a file from his robes, "that Sirius will adequately protect Jessica."

A visible snort could be heard from Severus Snape, but other than that he remained silent.

Sirius lifted his eyes from the scorch mark on the table made by the Weasley twins five years ago, and met the blue ones of Dumbledore, which gleamed merrily.

"Okay, you may all go on your way," Dumbledore said ending the meeting. He then walked over towards Sirius and sat across from him at the kitchen table.

"Sirius, I hope you are well," he said placing the file on the table. Sirius merely nodded his head in acknowledgment, while his gaze fell onto the nude file. "This," Dumbledore said, "is Jessica's file. It contains all of her information, including her magical capabilities, her place of residence, her friends, and her family life. I need you to read through this file tonight and learn everything you can about her, because you leave for New York City in 48 hours. You will assume the role of Padfoot and you will need to gain more information about her through other means that will help you gain her trust when all is revealed," Dumbledore said placing a lemon drop into his mouth, he held one out to Sirius as an offering, which he declined with a wave of his hand.

"Are there any questions, for I really must be going?" Dumbledore asked sucking happily on the lemon drop.

"Yes," Sirius said in an authoritative, yet, respectful voice, "exactly how involved am I meant to be with this girl?" he demanded.

"Well," Dumbledore said sitting up in his chair, "you're meant to protect her at all costs, and by all means, become her friend, in your animagus form and human form, you will be the one she trust most, when all is explained to her, so be sure to gain her trust," he said earnestly.

Sirius wasn't exactly satisfied with this answer, but Dumbledore had already risen from his seat and made for the door.

"Oh, and Sirius," Dumbledore called back from the doorframe of the kitchen, "don't dismiss her, you will need each other immensely," he said with a wink and before Sirius could react he was already out of the front door.

Sirius apparated to his flat with the nude file in tow, he threw his worn, black leather jacket onto the couch and stretched his body. He felt the anxiety of the day flowing from his body as a loud groan escaped his lips.

He walked into the kitchen and threw the file onto the kitchen table, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he hopped onto the kitchen counter and allowed the cool contents to race through his body and drop his temperature.

He looked at the file on the table, not entirely wanting to take the mission, but knowing he had no choice. He jumped off the counter, leaving the empty bottle and sat in a chair at the table.

Opening the file, he scattered the contents onto the rectangular table. He flipped through notes about her family life, hospital records, best friends' names, high school transcripts, and any other information Dumbledore deemed necessary.

Sirius soon found that Jessica was adopted, was an adequate student and she was the personal assistant to a fashion magazine editor, a job which she just began six months ago. Sirius hadn't even met the girl yet and he was already beginning to get annoyed with her and her boring life.

'Well, it won't be boring for much longer,' he thought grimly.

He finally grew tired of reading through her file and moved from the kitchen to his bedroom. Sirius stripped down to his boxers, revealing his handsomely chiseled chest and muscular arms and legs, and then he climbed into bed and drifted off into sleep.

A/N: I've decided to make the year 2004, because I know the fashion and fads better in this decade, than the last one.