This fic starts about half way through Order of the phoenix, after christmas but before harry's interview in hogsmead, please read and review, let me know what you think, feel free to point out any mistakes/errors etc.

anyway hope you like it!

disclaimer: i don't own harry potter, hogwarts, characters etc. etc. :(

Harry was pissed, he'd just come out of another one of Umbridge's lessons and though he'd held his temper, they did absolutely nothing to quell his anger at the ministry, Dumbledore, and Voldemort himself.

He wanted to do something, something that would help, something to defeat Voldemort or at least make the rest of the wizarding world aware that he's back. Sure there was the DA, but even that was starting to get tiring and really what use was a bunch of kids against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. All his lessons seemed pointless, none more than defense against the dark arts. Dumbledore wouldn't talk to him, he had no idea what was going on with the order and he wanted to help. Wanted to help destroy Voldemort.

And his Death Eaters added after a minute, picturing the screaming faces on the front of the prophet. Bellatrix Lestrange, the witch that had tortured Neville's parents to insanity. He wanted her dealt with.

Harry suddenly stopped his mad pacing through the Hogwarts corridors and turned to look at a wall, there was a door where there shouldn't be, a small old, damaged wooden door. Harry looked round, he was on the seventh floor. Perhaps….

But he hadn't been thinking of anything, unless…

Unless his thoughts about wanting to help get rid of Voldemort had caused the room to open, but how could a room help him, is Hogwarts itself giving Harry some sort of message, or task that could help defeat Voldemort.

Gingerly he stepped towards the door then paused, should he tell someone first? Ron or Hermione perhaps? He hesitated for a second more then brushed away the thought striding forwards, he'd see what was in the room first then decide whether he should tell anyone, it could be a trick, one of Fred and Georges or Umbridge even.

Harry stepped inside the room and the door closed behind him with a soft click.

Well, he was pretty sure this was the room of requirement; it looked pretty much the same as it did for every DA session, except a little smaller. He sighed and wondered over to the bookcases, he could at least research some new spells to use for the next DA meeting.

But when he got there he realized the books weren't the same as he'd seen in the room before, instead of the shelves piled high with books on defensive spells and battling the dark arts, there was only one shelf containing books and to Harry's dismay they were all school books, in fact they were almost exactly the same as the ones he had in his trunk back in the dormitory, except a few, his history of magic book looked different, he thought and some of these books had different covers compared to his but aside from that they were identical.

He even picked one up and flicked through it in hope that these books contained something else and were merely disguised to look like schoolbooks but he put it back down after they dragged up recent memories of falling asleep in history of magic whilst listening to Binns drone on about goblin rebellions.

Disappointed, Harry turned away from the shelves and quickly scanned the rest of the room, but nothing seemed particularly exciting or out of the ordinary. In fact the whole room seemed to be more ordinary than Harry had ever seen it, probably because people were rarely in need of everything completely ordinary at once.

He turned to the door ready to leave and found himself looking at blank wall. He narrowed his eyes, getting annoyed now, maybe someone was playing a trick on him, he wouldn't be surprised if Fred and George had found out a way to get the room to lure people in, trick them, trap them or whatever.

He turned back to the room and saw thankfully the door had simply moved to another wall. He ran towards it and grabbed the handle, just incase it decided to move again. As soon as he realized it was staying where it was he opened it and walked back out into the corridor, only to be smashed into by something big and hard, the door slammed shut and he was pushed to the floor his glasses falling off and skidding across the stone.

"Shit! Sorry mate, didn't see you," he heard a female voice from his left, presumably the thing that crashed into him.

"S'alright", he mumbled, using his hands to search the floor around him for his glasses.

"Here catch!" he heard the voice again and reached his hand up in front of his face just fast enough to grab the glasses that had been flung towards him.

He fumbled with them for a moment before putting them back on, the world suddenly becoming clear.

The person that had ran into him was a girl, probably about his age, who presumably went to Hogwarts, though she was wearing muggle clothing, skinny jeans and a leather jacket, with long slightly wild, dark brown hair. She was smirking down at him, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

"Where, the hell did you just appear from?" she asked, her face slightly red from running down the corridor.

"Are you gonna help him up?" another voice from behind the girl said. " you did knock him over." Harry shifted his head to see a boy standing behind the girl, this time dressed in Hogwarts robes, with long black hair and similar eyes to the girl's. Both of them Harry was sure he had never seen at Hogwarts before, though they still looked familiar.

"He can get himself up, chivalry and all that craps for Gryffindor's, and thankfully I'm about as far away from that house as you can get," said the girl.

The boy rolled his eyes and walked forward.

"Hey mate, d'you need a hand?"

"No I'm fine thanks," said Harry, lifting himself of the floor so he was standing upright.

"Sooo… who are you? Cause I've never seen you before," said the girl. Harry furrowed his eyebrows, surely they knew who he was, though he would prefer it otherwise he was pretty sure everyone in the wizarding world knew he was and what he looked like and if not he was positive everyone at Hogwarts did.

Harry glanced at the boy to see if he was going to say anything but he just looked at Harry waiting, just like the girl for his answer.

"I'm…er…"

"BELLA!" Harry was cut off. He saw the girl roll her eyes and presumed it was her being shouted at, by some dark mass of robes coming towards them from the other end of the corridor.

"You better scarper," she said to the other boy, who wasted no time in, sprinting off in the other direction to the voice.

"See ya around new kid!" Harry heard him yell before disappearing round the corner.

The girl Bella, winked at Harry before turning to face the person that the shout belonged to.

"Malfoy!" she said in mock enthusiasm opening her arms wide, as if for a hug. "You know, I haven't seen you in ages, what's up?" she smiled as "Malfoy" stormed towards her.

Harry looked at the boy, expecting to see Draco Malfoy, but instead saw someone similar yet older, by maybe a few years and with and expression of rage across his face that Harry was sure, the Malfoy he knew would never achieve to quite the same effect.

"What the fuck are you wearing Bella?" he spat still advancing towards her.

"My clothes, why the fuck are you disemboguing your saliva all over the floor?" she replied calmly.

"I'm not…" he spat, Bella raised her eyebrows.

"Not what?" she asked politely.

Malfoy glowered at her and Harry was surprised Bella didn't cower under his gaze, it was worse than Snape's death stares, all of them saved specifically for Harry.

"Bella, change into you robes now or I'll dock 50 points," Malfoy growled.

"Sure mate, dock points from your own house," she smirked and Harry couldn't help but smile too, whoever this girl was, he'd love to see her go up against the Malfoy he knew.

The Malfoy standing in the corridor let out what Harry could only describe as a growl and was starting to turn purple.

"And…" Bella continued. "you can't put me in detention, can't tell the professor's because they won't give a shit and sure you can write to my parents, I'll lose yet another galleon in inheritance but I think I'm already in minus figures so…," she paused dramatically.

"You're basically screwed." Harry smirked though he could have sworn Malfoy's eyes flashed red sometime during Bella's little speech and was wondering why no one had drawn out their wands yet.

"Run along now Malfoy, go plan your wedding arrangements with my daring sister," said Bella, waving her hands, shooing the blond haired boy away like a dog.

He didn't take it very well and jerked out the way when her hand came near him. Then his eyes moved from her to Harry, narrowing as they landed on his face.

"Another Gryffindor, Bella if he's a mudblood…"

"Oh no!" said Bella, an evil grin now on her face.

"My dear friend here," she said, looping her arm round Harry's shoulders. The only reason he didn't protest was because he had decided that he hated this Malfoy as much if not more than the one he knew and guessed Bella was using him to further piss off the one standing in front of him.

"is not a mudblood," she continued, "but is in fact a muggle, dressed as a wizard in disguise so I could sneak him into the castle," she smiled sweetly at Malfoy leaning closer to Harry. Though slightly annoyed at being called a muggle, Harry could hardly keep himself from laughing as Malfoy's face blanched completely.

"And guess what?" Bella said in mock excitement. "We're getting married, he just proposed, how amazing is that?" she said waggling her left hand in Malfoy's face, where there was now a glittering silver ring on her ring finger which she must have just conjured or slipped on because Harry was sure it hadn't been there a moment ago.

Malfoy, now seeing the joke, composed his features and walked right up to Bella until they were barely thirty centimeters apart, his wand pressed against her throat glaring down at her. Harry's hand immediately went to the wand in his pocket, but didn't draw it as Bella, crossed her arms looking completely unfazed, stared right back at him.

"One day Bella, you're going to come to a very sticky end, if not from one of the many strangers you will make enemies of in the future, it will be from someone right next to you, there's already a long list of family members who wish to see you dead," Harry heard Malfoy growl into her ear. Harry stood in shock for a moment when suddenly Malfoy was blasted away from Bella to the opposite wall, where he slid down and landed in an unconscious heap.

Harry immediately started looking around to see who had cast the spell, but there was no one else in the corridor. He then noticed Bella had her wand clenched in her hand, pointing to the floor, she must have used it without Malfoy or Harry realizing, but she didn't say anything.

Bella sighed then raised her wand pointing it towards Malfoy. He heard her whisper a spell that levitated Malfoy up and hid him in the secret passageway behind the tapestry.

"Have fun sleeping," Harry heard her mutter before turning to him. "Unfortunately he'll wake up soon enough, dear old Lucius," she said a smile creeping back onto her face.

Harry froze, had she just said…

"What did you just call him?" Harry asked.

"Huh? Oh, Lucius, it's his name, Lucius Malfoy, would have thought you'd know that what with him terrorizing Gryffindors all the time," she paused. "But you must be new, eh? I know most of the Gryffindors, probably better than my own house and I haven't seen you around, though you look a hell of a lot like James."

Harry was frozen in shock, Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father was still at school and when she said James, she couldn't mean...

"James Potter?" he asked tentatively half praying she'd say he's dead.

"Yup, the one an only, best friends with one of the few sane people in my fucking ridiculous family, who you met earlier," she said.

"Wait," said Harry, his mind now catching up with what he was hearing.

"So the boy with you when you ran into me was Sirius Black?"

"Yup, and that was not my fault, you appeared out of nowhere," she said.

Harry's mind was reeling; what the hell had the room of requirement done? Had he been sent back in time? And if this girl, Bella was related to Sirius and her sister was supposedly going to marry Lucius Malfoy then… Harry took an involuntary step back, away from the girl as the thought hit. Images from the prophet filled his mind as he tried to match them with the girl in front of him.

"So you're Bella…?" Harry asked not really wanting an answer.

"Bellatrix from the Noble and shittiest house of Black."