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Come What May by Jaydah

Format: Novella
Chapters: 15
Word Count: 27,726

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Sirius, James, Lily, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Harry/Hermione

First Published: 04/15/2005
Last Chapter: 04/29/2006
Last Updated: 04/29/2006


**sequel to Her Last Words** After Hermione's journey through time, she eventually comes back home. Or at least thats what she thought. This isn't the home she once remembered. Her heart is broken and she still loves the one she left behind. **LAST chapter is up!!. *

Chapter 1: Changes
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This is a sequel to “Her Last Words”…If you have not read that, you might be a tad confused…But, here is HLW in a nutshell:
-Hermione went back to Marauders time
-Fell in love with Sirius and vice versa
-Warned them about future
-Peter Pettigrew died (Lupin ate him…lol long story)
-Came back to present time, where I rudely ended the story
The End.=)

Chapter 22 HLW

She gave half a turn more and as if it were happening in slow motion, she took a last glance over to her friends. Sirius fell to the ground with his face in his hands before the room began to spin. The sensation of time travel came back and it felt like someone was pulling her by the collar of her shirt. Everything went black as she landed on a hard surface, falling to her knees. Everything was quiet. She opened her eyes to see Dumbledore as she remembered him in her time. His office was empty.

“Welcome back Miss Granger.”

Chapter 1

Hermione stared at him with a puzzled look, trying to hold back all her emotions. She was still trying to figure out what emotion was the strongest. Her stomach hurt from crying and her face was still stained with tears. Feelings of sadness were battling with the rising feeling of excitement and anticipation to see Ron and Harry. And with luck, Sirius, James and Lily were still alive.

“Are you okay?” Dumbledore asked, helping her stand up.

“Uh, um…yeah, I think so.”

“Come have a seat. I think we have to discuss a few things.” He said calmly, conjuring up a chair for her.

She hesitated before sitting down. She subconsciously fingered her necklace and tried so hard not to cry. A silent tear fell down her face, as she turned her head to wipe it clean.

“You’re not as happy as I thought you’d be.” He said, with a questioning look.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I-I-I just feel so overwhelmed with emotions is all.”

“I can imagine. I suppose you have some questions for me?”

She looked at him and racked her brain on where to start. Unintentionally, all questions came out at once.

“IsSiriusalive? IsLilyalive? IsJamesalive? WheresVoldemort? DoesheknowaboutHarry’sprophecy? Ohmygod, IsHarryalive? AndRon?”

“Okay, maybe we should slow these questions down a bit Miss Granger. The only word I got in there was ‘alive’.” Dumbledore said with a chuckle.

Hermione took a deep breath and began, making sure to breathe between sentences and words.


“Sirius who?”

“What!” Hermione screamed frantically. Her breathing became very heavy.

“Are you talking about Mr Black?”

“Um, yes. I didn’t really know there were so many Sirius’!”

“He is one of the most respected Aurors the wizarding world has ever seen. He and Mr Potter are the reason why Voldemort is afraid to show his face.”

“Mr Potter? You mean James Potter? Harry’s dad? James is alive! Sirius is alive!” Hermione’s questions were turning out to be shouted statements.

Tears of joy were streaming down her face as she absorbed this all in.

“Yes I mean James Potter. Harry’s Dad. Well not just Harry’s.”

“What? Who else’s Dad?”

“Miss Granger, did you befriend James Potter and Sirius Black when you went back in time?” Dumbledore asked her, realizing how strange that sounded.

“Yes sir. Lily and Remus too. Where are they?” She shouted, as more excitement filled her body.

“I’m assuming you mean Lily Potter and Remus Lupin?”

“Yes sir.” Hermione answered on the edge of her seat.

“Mrs Potter is a Healer at St. Mungo’s. She has been for the longest time. As for Mr Lupin…”

Hermione’s face dropped as Dumbledore stopped speaking.

“Hello Hermione.” Said a familiar voice from behind her chair.

She whipped her head around to see Remus standing there looking somewhat like he did when he was her Professor. He looked slightly different that only she’d notice. He had brand new robes on. He didn’t really look so beat up and tired and the greying hair that she remembered was still sandy like in his youth.

“Remus!” She jumped up and threw her arms around him.

“I think you mean Professor Lupin.” He said with a wink.

“Still?” She questioned him with a smile.

“Have been for 10 years and still going strong.” He answered, looking dignified. “Wow, seeing you really brings me back to my Hogwarts days.”

“And seeing you really brings me back to an hour ago!”

“I know this must be hard for you Hermione, but Dumbledore and I will try to make the transition as smooth as possible.” Remus said coolly. “So we need to find out changes that have occurred.”

“But don’t you remember? You quit in my third year right after Pet― oh no…what have I done?” Hermione said, looking very frustrated.

“Life will be different for you Hermione. All your memories are simply that, YOUR memories. No one else will share the same ones as you.” Dumbledore said, standing up. “The students know you of course, but maybe not the way you remember. Your friendships will only be the same if their lives remained the same.”

“Harry and Ron! Please tell me they know me!”

“Harry Potter and Ron Weasley?” Remus asked, looking at her strangely.

“Why are you looking at me like that Re― er, Professor Lupin?”

“Remus, why don’t you go fetch Mr Weasley for me. He’s been asking about you every day. Oh, and…” Dumbledore nodded at Remus, as if transferring a hidden message to him.

Remus nodded, as if he knew exactly what he meant and left the office. Hermione felt just as lost as she did when she travelled back in time. Nothing was making any sense. Her life was completely different.

“Professor, please tell me what is going on.” She pleaded to him. “If James and Lily are alive, then Voldemort must not know about the Prophecy then. Otherwise they’d be dead for protecting Harry. Does he have a scar, right here?” Hermione asked, pointing to her forehead.

“How do you know about the Prophecy?” Dumbledore asked her quietly.

“Harry told me in the summer sir.” Hermione said, looking down at her feet.

“Mr Potter doesn’t even know of the Prophecy himself Miss Granger. The only ones who know are his parents and myself, well save for Voldemort.”

“Then tell me, HOW ARE THEY STILL ALIVE! This-is-not-making-sense!” Hermione shrieked, grabbing a paperweight and throwing it against the wall.

“Hermione!” Called out a familiar voice behind her.

She turned around slowly, still feeling dreadful and saw a mop of red hair. He wore a smile that made her forget her anger.

“Ron!” She ran over to him and hugged him tightly. “You know me?” She asked quietly, as a tear fell down her face.

He looked down at her, and wiped away the tear. His blue eyes were twinkling with excitement.

“Of course I know you. How could I forget?” He said softly.

She looked beside Ron to see a Blonde-haired boy about her age, looking at her with curiosity.

“Harry’s blonde?” Hermione asked with disgust.

“Hermione,” Remus started, “I’d like to introduce you to my son, Rafe.”

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but absolutely nothing came out. She looked back and forth from Lupin to…Lupin Jr. He had Remus’ hair from his younger days. Same colouring and everything except for he had big dark brown eyes, almost as dark as…

“JENNA!” Hermione shrieked.

Remus chuckled to himself and looked mildly bashful.

“Usually I get that I look like my father more, but whatever you say. Nice to meet you.” Rafe said, sticking out his hand.

Hermione shook it, but she stared at Remus with a look that said ‘why didn’t you tell me earlier?’.

“I can’t believe you have a son. You two are friends?” Hermione asked Ron.

“Best friends. Since first year.” Ron answered back, slapping Rafe on the back.

“Best?” Hermione’s eyes dropped as she thought of Harry. “What about Harry?”

“Miss Granger, I do believe we have some more issues to discuss.” Dumbledore cut in. “Gentlemen, if you could be so kind as to waiting outside. It won’t take long.”

Lupin, Rafe and Ron walked out of the office to leave Hermione alone with Dumbledore.

“The Prophecy, what do you know about this?” Dumbledore asked.

“Well in the summer, Harry told Ron and I what he heard from you. He has to kill or be killed by Voldemort. That’s why this isn’t making sense. Because if Voldemort knows this, then he would have tried to kill Harry when he was a baby.”

“The Fidelius Charm Miss Granger.”


“It’s a charm to hide a persons identity, which is only known by their Secret Ke―”

“I know what the Fidelius Charm is.” Hermione snapped back, becoming very agitated.

“Sirius kept loyal to the Potter’s.”

“So Sirius was their Secret Keeper?”

“Yes, and no matter how awful the threats became, he didn’t reveal their location. He and James fought him off temporally. That is why Voldemort fears Mr Black and the Potter’s. He hasn’t tried to get Harry again.”

“So Harry isn’t the Boy Who Lived? He doesn’t have a scar?” Hermione’s questions were becoming frantic again.

“The Boy Who Lived? I’m sure he’d love that title, but I’m afraid not.” Dumbledore said, with a laugh.

“Actually no he wouldn’t. He hates it.”

“You can’t be talking about the same Harry Potter then. And what about a scar?”

“A lightning bolt on his head. From when Lily saved him and…oh, I guess he wouldn’t then.” Hermione muttered, answering her own question.

“The only scars Mr Potter has are the ones from Quidditch.”

“When can I see him?”

“How about I take you for a tour of the school. You can meet your old friends.”

Hermione followed Dumbledore out of his office and met up with Professor Lupin, Rafe and Ron. They walked towards the Great Hall, when a raven haired boy turned the corner and was walking towards them. Hermione’s insides squirmed with excitement as she dashed forward to pounce on Harry.

“Hermione wait!” Ron called out.

Harry looked up too late when he was trampled by curly brown locks. Hermione kissed his cheek and held on tight.

“Harry, I’m so happy to see you. You would never guess what happened!”

Harry rudely pushed her away and looked at her with disgust.

“Harry, you don’t know me?” Hermione whimpered.

“Filthy mudblood, how dare you dirty up my robes?” Harry spat at her.

Hermione’s face fell and tears instantly formed in her eyes. She felt as if she could vomit any second. She stared into his piercing green eyes, but they looked different from what she remembered. They were no longer happy and mischievous, but rather angered with hate and disgust. Her eyes travelled down where she was met with an emerald green tie. Tears fell even harder when she daringly looked to his chest to see a snake on emerald background.

“Y-y-you’re in Slytherin?” Hermione cried out.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Ron awkwardly smiling back at her. Remus shook his head disapprovingly at Harry but Dumbledore spoke.

“Mr Potter you knew she was coming back. And more importantly you know not to use that language. Get back to your common room.”

Harry sneered at Dumbledore and continued that look at Ron and Rafe.

“And 20 points from Slytherin.” Dumbledore added, clearly enjoying that part.

“Whatever.” Harry hissed. “Two half-breeds, a sore excuse for a pureblood and a mud―”

“At least I am pureblood. What are you the only Slytherin who’s not a pureblood?” Ron shot back.

“Mr Weasley that is enough. Harry leave.” Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry gave one last glare before turning on his heels to leave. Hermione stood there in silence as she watched her so-called best friend walk away from her, forever. She sobbed loudly, causing Ron to put an arm around her shoulder.

“It’s late Miss Granger, why don’t you go to sleep. We can continue this tomorrow.”

Hermione merely nodded through her cries. Ron led her to the common room, where it was deserted. It was nearly midnight but she didn’t feel tired at all. She felt as if she’d be sick from what she just heard.

“Can we just sit down here?” Hermione asked Ron, pointing to the couches.

“Of course. Just come sit down and relax. And tell me about your trip.”

“Come on, you have to tell me what my Dad was like as a teenager.” Rafe cut in. “Was he a big prat?”

“He was the nicest guy ever.” Hermione said with a smile.

“No juicy secrets?” Rafe asked with a kind smile. “Uncle Sirius always said that my Dad was quite a smart ass.”

“Uncle Sirius?” Hermione asked with a laugh. “Uh, do you have an Aunt?” She finished, holding her breath.

“Um, Yeah? I have a few, why?”

“Oh, does Sirius have a wife?” Hermione choked out.

Haha…I’m back!!! And back to my old ways-aka cliffies… okay you have no idea how flipping hard it was to write this chapter. It might not make sense, but it does in my head. Just try not to think about the concept too much, or it’ll make you go insane! Trust me. Let me know what you think…If you don’t like it, let me know where I can improve.
Rafe- form of Ralph, meaning: wolf, wise counsel
I’m clever eh? Lol

Chapter 2: Oblivious to the Obvious
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Hermione felt dizzy as she subconsciously held her breath in anticipation. Rafe gave her a funny look as to why she was asking this. Ron didn’t seem to notice.

“A wife? Sirius? Are you kidding me? He can’t seem to find the right woman, so he says.” Rafe answered.

“Oh.” Hermione muttered to herself.

“That’s the first question you ask? Its not ‘how have you been?’ or ‘what did I miss?’” Ron said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ron.” Hermione lied. “I’m really tired. I really need to sleep.”

“I thought you wanted to talk down here?” Ron asked her with a strange expression.

“Um…we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Hermione stood up to leave but Ron stood up in front of her. He pulled her into a sisterly hug and kissed her forehead.

“It’s really good to have you back.” He whispered into her hair.

Hermione looked up at him and smiled. She couldn’t bring herself to say, “It’s good to be back”. She quietly said ‘goodnight’ and headed up to the dormitory. The rest of the girls were already asleep so she tried her hardest not to wake them. Although she was very tired, her eyes didn’t close for about four hours.


The next morning Hermione woke up to Lavender and Parvati shaking her shoulders with excitement. She groggily brushed them aside and sat up to look at them.

“Hermione! I can’t believe you’re back! Tell us what happened!” Lavender started to fire out questions before she could fully open her eyes.

“Um, hey guys.” Hermione started. “I’ll have to explain later, I really should get ready.” Hermione said quickly, before running into the washroom and closing the door.

She leaned her back against the door and buried her face in her hands. Her emotions were becoming unstable as she relived the previous night. Her chest was heavy with a feeling of dread as Harry’s face came into her mind. She slowly got ready and tried to prepare herself for a Saturday full of questions and answers. She made her way back to her now empty room and threw on a pair of jeans and a pink hoodie.


“Hey Hermione, did you sleep okay?” Ron asked as she came down the stairs to the common room.

“Yeah, just like old times.” She lied, knowing that she probably got about one hour of sleep.

“Dumbledore came by and he suggested that we’d meet him, my Dad, and a few others for breakfast to get caught up.” Rafe said quietly.

“Oh yeah?” Hermione questioned. “Where are we meeting them?”

“I think in Hogsmeade. Aunt Lily and Uncle James will meet us there.”

“That sounds so weird.” Hermione muttered.

“What does?” Ron questioned her with a strange look.


“Hermioneeeeeeee!” Squealed a voice from the portrait hole.

Hermione turned her head to see a wave of bright red hair coming her way.

“Lil― Ginny?” Hermione coughed out, as the red hair filled her face.

“Oh, Merlin, I missed you! How are you? What happened?” Ginny started, looking at her with wide eyes.

“I’m good. The whole experience was good.” Hermione felt her face drop. “Has your life changed?” She squeaked the last part out.

“Changed? How so?”

“Well I guess you’re not dating Harry?” Hermione realized.

“Potter?” Ginny answered with disgust. “Are you kidding me? The only one in love with him is himself! Uh, are you okay?” She asked as a tear fell down Hermione’s face.

“What? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It’s just so good to see you. And who are you?” Hermione asked, sounding ruder then she intended on.

Two girls were standing beside Ginny and looking at Hermione with interest. They were both the exact same height but looked nothing alike. The one girl had black straight hair that fell past her shoulders and piercing green eyes. She was like a female version of…

“Harry has a sister.” Hermione stated, looking at this girl.

“Two actually.” Said the other girl, standing in front of her raven-haired sister.

“You two are sisters?” Hermione asked in shock, as the other girl looked nothing like Harry.

She had light brown hair that softly bounced above her shoulders and big hazel eyes that were a replica of James’. They both had the same skin tone, but each their own look.

“Hi there. I’m Gracie.” Said the girl with the black hair.

“Er, hi. I’m―”

“Hermione. We know.” Said Gracie, shaking her hand.

“You look just like Harry.” Hermione blurted out.

“She gets that a lot. I’m Holly.” The other girl said, shaking her hand. “Yes I know, I don’t look like anyone in my family.”

“You have your father’s eyes.” Hermione said quietly. “So, Holly and Gracie…you two are Harry’s sisters?”

“Yeah.” Said Holly. “You know he’s not that bad once you get to know him. It’s just that prat Draco that influences him.”

“If need be, he will protect us.” Gracie cut in with a laugh.

“Yeah, if Dad makes him.” Holly finished.

“So, you three are all in the fifth year then?” Hermione asked, feeling very out of place.

“Of course we are.” Ginny said happily. “They’re twins.” She said, pointing at Gracie and Holly.

“Never would have guessed.”

“Okay, enough of this chit chat about the Potter twins and my sister, lets go meet Dumbledore.” Ron cut in, clearly annoyed with the lack of attention.

“You haven’t changed at all.” Hermione smiled at him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.


“Miss Granger, how was your sleep?” Dumbledore asked as he met them by his office.

“Very well. Thank you.” She answered, feeling like she was a guest in a hotel.

“I see you’ve met Harry’s sisters?”

“Yes, I did. Uh, sir, where are we going?”

“Well I thought that you would want to get some more answers. So I arranged a meeting with the Potters, Professor Lupin and Mr Black to fill you in on some details.”

“Mr Black?” Hermione choked out.

“You okay?” Rafe asked her.

“Yeah, I’m fine thanks.” Hermione rolled her eyes, so that Ginny saw.

Ginny stared at her strangely before breaking the silence.

“Well we wont keep you then.” Ginny said, nudging Gracie and Holly.

“You’re not going to come?” Hermione asked.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” Ginny answered her, giving her a ‘tell me later’ look.

“Um, sir, why do we have to meet with Harry’s parents and Sirius?” Hermione asked, as they started walking.

“Well after you went to bed last night, Professor Lupin suggested that we should meet for tea. Apparently he made a promise to someone when he was in school that they’d get together and catch up.” Dumbledore said with a wink.

Hermione stared at him, trying to figure out what he meant. She remembered back to her yesterday when they were in the Room of Requirement. Remus mentioned that they would have to catch up when she returned. She couldn’t fathom the idea of how he remembered all this time.


The winds blew against her face as they walked towards Hogsmeade village. Ron and Rafe were stooped in an eerie silence that made Hermione feel very uncomfortable. Dumbledore occasionally spoke to point out the scenery. They eventually came into Hogsmeade, where the streets were filled with people doing their Christmas shopping.

“Where are we meeting them?” Ron asked, dodging an old lady carrying three parcels.

“Nice one.” Rafe commented, as the old lady almost lost her balance.

“Just up here Mr Weasley. Mr Lupin, is your Mother joining us today?”

“No, she sends her regards but it is really busy at the Ministry.” Rafe answered.

“The Ministry? What does she do there?” Hermione asked with excitement.

“She’s in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures…Beast Division.” Rafe said, looking apprehensive.

“Beast division? What is her job?”

“Werewolf registry.” Rafe said, blushing slightly.

“How are werewolves treated exactly?” Hermione asked, stopping in her tracks.

Dumbledore stopped, but Ron didn’t notice and he kept walking. Rafe looked at Hermione, as if he was not sure what to say. Dumbledore nodded at him, as if he was telling him to continue.

“Well my Dad is a teacher, I’m in school and my Mom works for the Ministry, so they aren’t treated too bad right?” Rafe said, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Your mom is not a werewolf.” Hermione stated.

“Was that supposed to be a question?” He asked back with raised eyebrows.

“Miss Granger, maybe things are not exactly how you remembered them.” Dumbledore said coolly.

“But I just saw her yesterday! And she was not a werewolf!” Hermione yelled, but whispered the last part.

“I know this is bizarre for you Miss Granger, but please be calm.”

“Easy for you to say. I feel like I’m going insane! When did she become a werewolf?”

“Before they got married.” Rafe said. “She did it so he wouldn’t be alone.”

Hermione stood there in awe-struck in front of Rafe. She couldn’t believe that Jenna wanted to be a werewolf for Remus. And more importantly, she couldn’t believe that Remus would go through with it.

“Mrs Lupin is the reason why werewolves have their freedom today.” Dumbledore said. “She has done so much for the wizarding community.”

“Wow…this is all so surreal.”

“Hey guys! Don’t tell me you’re stopping or anything!” Ron said sarcastically, walking back to them.

“You looked like you were having too much fun walking by yourself.” Rafe joked.

The two boys started to play fight when an older man with dark hair came and tackled them both. The man was slightly tanned with black hair that fell above his ears and bright blue eyes that stood out from his face.

“Break it up boys!” Called a woman in a sarcastic manner.

Hermione looked to the woman and saw a beautiful middle-aged red head with piercing green eyes. She flashed her a smile that Hermione recognized.

“Lily?” Hermione stuttered out.

Lily looked at Hermione for a second with a questioning look but it quickly changed when she recognized who it was.

“Hermione? Oh Merlin, I can’t believe its you!” Lily gasped, walking over and pulling Hermione into a motherly hug.

“This is so strange.” Hermione muttered.

She pulled back and looked up at Lily and smiled. She looked exactly how she thought she would. Her hair was still as beautiful and small laugh lines framed her bright eyes.

“You made it.” Hermione whispered, as a tear fell down her face.

“All thanks to you.”

Hermione’s gaze fell to the man who walked up beside Lily. He was the one who tackled Rafe and Ron. She couldn’t forget that face if she tried her hardest to. He looked at her as if he was reliving his past. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Sirius smiled down at her and contemplated his next move.

“Mr Black, you remember Hermione?” Dumbledore said, making the situation just that much more uncomfortable.

“Uh, yeah. How can I forget?” Sirius answered before hugging her very awkwardly.

Hermione didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even bring her arms up to put around his back, so she felt like she was getting squashed. She pulled back and flashed him a half-smile, which made him feel stupid for hugging her.

“Well James is waiting inside. I made him reserve the table for us.” Lily cut in with a laugh, eyeing Sirius.


The rest of the morning, Hermione endured explanations that made her feel slightly queasy. Nothing seemed real and the more she heard, the more she didn’t want to be here. Sirius was sitting beside so she tried not to look at him. Every time she remotely stole a glance at him, he saw and she blushed like a childish schoolgirl. Ron started to notice her feeling uncomfortable so he rubbed her arm as if that helped her.

James didn’t change one bit. He was still really goofy and even more in love with Lily then when they were teenagers. Him and Sirius were just like a bunch of kids, while Remus gained a bit of maturity over the years.

“Can you tell me something?” Hermione cut into the laughter about a joke that she missed.

“Anything? Ok well―” James joked

“Harry.” Hermione cut him off. “Why is he in Slytherin? He called me a mudblood yesterday.”

“He what?” Lily gasped. “That boy will never learn. Remus I thought you said he was getting better at school?”

“He was never like this. He would never call anyone a mudblood!” Hermione said, lowering her voice.

“I’m sorry that he said that to you. Harry is just really difficult to understand. He, uh, well he blames me for his lack of pureblood.” Lily finished, clearly getting upset.

“Hunny, stop.” James said, comforting her. “We’ve never had trouble with the girls, but Harry seems to want to take a different path in life.”

“He’s still a good kid James.” Sirius chimed in.

“He is just in with the wrong crowd.” Remus added on.

“Well I still don’t understand how he could be sorted into Slytherin. He was in Gryffindor with me!”

“To this day, we don’t know why he is in Slytherin. He has a connection with―”

“Lily.” James cut in. “He was hoping for Slytherin ever since he found out that he was accepted to Hogwarts.”

Hermione thought back to her first year when he was sorted into Gryffindor. The sorting hat was going to put him into Slytherin, because he had that connection with Voldemort but Harry didn’t want to.

“I guess growing up in the wizarding world changed Harry’s views on muggle born wizards then.” Hermione stated, shaking her head. “Do you get along with him?” She asked Lily.

“He gets along better with James. He’s not as bad as you think. He cleans his room, he tells me he loves me, he writes home all the time but when he gets angry he can be very rude. But he knows at the end of the day, I’m his Mother and I can ground him for decades to come.” Lily laughed.

“So he’s not as bad as Draco then.” Hermione realized.

“No one is as bad as Draco.” Rafe supplied. “That guy has it out for everyone. I think the only reason why he’s nice to Harry is because he’s scared shitless of you guys.” He said, pointing at James and Sirius.

“Watch your language.” Remus said sternly, making Hermione burst out laughing.

“Sorry.” Rafe said quietly.

“You know what I found the other day?” James started. “Remember the picture we got taken on one of your last days with us?”

Hermione shifted her weight uncomfortably. Lily sensed that she was really uncomfortable talking about this, so she kicked her husband under the table.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Who needs a drink?” Sirius said, standing up.

“It’s 11am Sirius.” Remus said calmly.

“Oh, right.”

“Well I best be getting back to school.” Dumbledore interrupted. “I told Professor Sprout that I would attend to her Milcing Millies while she stepped out of the castle. But I trust that you three are in safe hands.”

“Goodbye sir.” Hermione, Rafe and Ron said in unison.

Dumbledore swept away from the table and disappeared into the crowd of people.

“So can I drink now?” Sirius asked in a childish voice.

“Yeah, make it two.” Remus finished.

“Three?” Ron pressed.

“I think not! Sirius sit down. We’re having a nice conversation without drinking.” Lily took over.

“Wow, things never change.” Hermione laughed.

“Hey Dad, do you think I can show you that broom I want for my birthday?” Rafe asked, before standing up anyway.

“Looks like I don’t have a choice. We’ll be back.”

“I’m coming.” Ron added on.

The three of them left, leaving Hermione alone with Sirius, James and Lily. Hermione quietly drank her tea, hoping for someone to speak.

“James I need a drink.” Lily pointed out.

“It appears you do.”

“Let’s go get one.”

“I knew there was a catch.”

Lily and James got up together in an obvious matter and headed towards the bar. What they didn’t know is that Hermione and Sirius could still see them and knew that they didn’t make it all the way up. They stopped in a corner and started talking.

“Uh, er hi.” Sirius stuttered, completely out of character.

“That wasn’t too obvious was it?” Hermione said sarcastically.

“No, they aren’t too smooth those two. So how have you been?”

“I just saw you yesterday, so bear with me here.”

“This is probably so hard for you…all the changes I mean.” He covered up.

“It is hard.” She replied quietly, looking up to his eyes.

No matter if she could admit it out loud, he was very good-looking. His eyes were still framed with the long dark eyelashes and his smile was still as striking as it was yesterday. She felt guilty trying to breath in his cologne.

“Er, so you’re an Auror?” Hermione choked out.

“Yeah. So, I guess you saved me from being killed.” Sirius joked, putting an arm around her shoulders in a friendly matter.

He looked at her for a minute, shook his head and drew back his arm.


“Okay, we have to talk about this Sirius…Mr Black? We can’t be this uneasy the entire time.”

“Sirius. Don’t call me Mr Black. I’ll feel old.”

“You’re not old.” She said with a smile.

“What do you want to talk about?” He said, fiddling with the tea bag.

Hermione racked her mind on how to word this. There was no easy way to say this.

“I was in love with you yesterday and today you’re 20 years older.” She said in one breath.

Sirius opened his mouth, but coughed instead. He blushed slightly, which made Hermione feel even more terrible for saying that.

“How come you never married?” Hermione asked.

“Um, well.”

“Any girl in the school would have gone out with you.”


“What happened after I left?”

“Listen Hermione!” Sirius finally got a word in. “I get this all the time from them, I don’t need to explain my love life to you as well.” He retorted rather rudely. “I’m sorry this is hard for you, but its not exactly easy for me. I have somewhere I need to be. I’ll talk to you later.”

Sirius backed up his chair and stood up, trying not to look at Hermione. When he turned to leave, a silver chain fell out of his shirt and revealed a small ring to be at the end of it. Hermione’s face fell when she saw what it was. It was the ring that she slipped into his hand, the day she left him. It took him a second to realize what she was looking at, before he slipped the ring back under his shirt.

“I told you that I could only give away my heart once.” With that, he left the pub as tears filled up Hermione’s eyes.

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Chapter 3: The Ring
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Hermione watched as Sirius disappeared into the crowd. Her eyes were transfixed on the dozens of people who were laughing about, clearly not suffering the heartache that she was feeling. James and Lily watched on from across the room, in disbelief as tears fell down Hermione’s face. They slowly made their way back to the table, unsure of what to say. Hermione wanted to run after Sirius but she knew she had no idea what to say to him. Lily sat down beside her and put her arm around her shoulders.

“Hermione, what happened?” She asked softly.

“He still has my ring.”

“What ring?” James asked, playing stupid.

“The one that is on his necklace. That’s my ring, that I gave to him.”

“Oh right, that ring.”

“He hasn’t taken it off since you left.” Lily answered.

“What happened after I left?” Hermione asked, bravely.

“Are you sure you want to hear all of this.” James asked, finally sitting down.

“I’m sure.”

“Things were really bizarre after you left.” Lily started. “Don’t you remember James? We were all really down for a couple weeks. No one was really themselves. And then there was Sirius.” Lily cast James a funny look. “You know more of what he was like then me hunny.”

“Only because he barely left the dormitory.” James said. “It took him the longest to actually get back on his feet again. When he finally did, seventh year came around and well―”

“Remember how Dumbledore said that you could come back?” Lily cut James off as Hermione nodded. “Well he waited for you to come back…even though the date past and Dumbledore said you couldn’t come, he still waited.”

“What have I done?” Hermione muttered, running her hands over her head.

“Sweetie, its not your fault. Don’t even blame it on yourself. He wouldn’t trade that time up for anything.” Lily said, rubbing her back.

“Are you sure?”

“What?” Lily questioned.

“Are you sure that if he was given a chance to erase that part of his life― the part with me in it, that he wouldn’t do it?”


“Has he ever said out loud that he doesn’t regret me being there?”

“I shouldn’t have to.” Said a voice from behind her.

James looked up at the person behind Hermione and cast him a friendly smile. Lily was startled when he put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. Hermione, however bolted upright and felt her face burning with embarrassment. She could recognize that voice from anywhere.

“You’re back?” She said, before turning around to see Sirius standing there.

“So are you.” He said with a smile. “And that’s why we should talk. Sit down.” He directed at Lily and James who were starting to leave. “Hermione, look, I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable, it was not my intensions. I imagined your return going more smoothly then that. Here.” He said, pulling off his necklace and placing it in her palm. He closed her fingers over the chain and held her hand closed.

Hermione looked down at her hand and saw his fingers wrapped around hers. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was holding his hand. Lily coughed and Sirius pulled away. Hermione opened her hand to see the chain with the small ring on the end.

“I gave this to you Sirius.” Hermione said quietly.

“And I’ve had it for about 20 years. I think you should have it back.”

“Do you give back all your gifts after a certain amount of time?”

Sirius laughed under his breath.

“You don’t want it back?” He asked quietly, sounding like a teenager.

Hermione threw it back to him jokingly when it landed in Remus’ coffee cup, splashing liquid all on his shirt.

“Oh Merlin, I’m sorry Sirius!” Hermione said, standing up.

James and Lily broke into a fit of laughter as Sirius tried not to laugh himself. Hermione grabbed a napkin and pulled him out of his seat and started to wipe down his shirt.

“Hey this looks cozy.” Rafe’s voice said from behind Hermione.

“She spilled on me.” Said Sirius to Professor Lupin.

“Sure Uncle Sirius, blame it on Hermione.” Rafe joked.

“So Remus, did you see the broom Rafe wanted?” James asked.

“Yeah, I saw it alright. And the price tag!”

“It’s not that bad.” James commented.

“Ohhhh, so you know of this broom do you? Let me guess, my son planted the bug on you so you can torment me to buy it for him right?” Remus said with a laugh.

Behind him, Rafe was shaking his head for James to say ‘no’.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James said, trying not to laugh.

“C’mon Dad, it can be my Christmas and Birthday present combined since they’re practically on the same day!” Rafe begged.

“Not now.” Remus cut him off. “Speaking of Christmas, whose house is it at this year?”

“I believe it’s a Potter Christmas vacation this year.” Sirius said, finally sitting down with his wet shirt.

“You guys do Christmas all together?” Hermione questioned, eyeing Ron.

“Yeah they always do. I stay at the castle to Christmas Eve then stay with them from then to when school starts.” Ron answered.

“You’re going to come too, right?” Rafe insisted.

“You’re more then welcome to come Hermione, unless you’re going home for Christmas?” Lily asked, standing up to put her coat on.

“Well, I’ll have to see with my parents…thanks though.” Hermione said quietly. “Wait so Harry will be there?”

“No Hermione, we kick him out of his own house so we can use it.” Ron said sarcastically.

“It will give a chance for you to get to know him again.” Lily piped up. “I’m sure you guys will get along just great.”

Hermione looked from Ron back to Rafe and all three of their looks were identical. They knew they wouldn’t get along but they smiled to humour Lily and James. Hermione quickly thought on whether or not she should go to the Potters for Christmas. She knew her parents wouldn’t mind, but would Sirius?

“You three should get back to school now. I’m sure you have work to do. Are you okay getting back on your own?” Remus asked.

“No Dad we can’t walk a few yards. Please come hold our hands.” Rafe said sarcastically.

“Where does he get these sarcastic comments from Rem?” Sirius said with a shove.

“Enjoy your last few weeks of school. Ron and Hermione, if you want to come earlier I’m sure Harry would love the company.” Lily said.

“I’m sure he would. I’ll talk to my parents.” Ron rolled his eyes.

“See you later.” James said.

Ron, Rafe and Hermione said their goodbyes and started for the doors. Hermione gave one last look at Sirius before they stepped outside.

“Lily and James have no idea what Harry is really like do they?” Hermione burst out.

“No idea whatsoever. And my Dad doesn’t have the heart to tell them. He believes that he’ll miraculously turn nice one day.

“I’d like to see that!” Ron joked.

They slowly walked back to the castle as fresh snowflakes fell from the sky. Christmas break was a few weeks away and Hermione felt like she wasted her entire term. She had no idea how she would ever catch up all the work she missed. She hoped that her countless nights at the library and fast tracking in the summer would keep her from failing her sixth year.


Later that day, Hermione found herself in the Library, trying to catch up on work. She was sitting in a pile of books that obstructed her view from the outside world. She couldn’t walk by anyone without getting constant stares so she felt that if she hid from them, it would go away. She was known as the ‘time-travel girl’ now. Hermione pulled from her pocket the picture that she brought back from the past. She looked down to see young Sirius lift her up and twirl her then eventually fall to the ground. She studied the way he looked at her and wondered if anyone would ever look at her like that again.

“Studying on a Saturday? How pathetic can you get?” Asked a cold voice, which she recognized.

She looked up to see Harry standing there with his arms crossed. Draco Malfoy was standing right beside him, looking just as smug.

“Granger, you’re not as ugly as I remember.” Draco sneered.

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you.” Hermione shot back, getting red in the face.

“Attitude on a mudblood? Ooo I’m scared.” Draco silkily said.

“Oh Potter, I was out to breakfast with your mommy today and it appears that I’ll be at your house for Christmas.” Hermione said, trying to keep in her laughter.

“You’re having mudbloods over for Christmas?” Draco asked as Harry went red in the face.

“It’s my stupid parents and their stupid friends. I― they always have strange company.” Harry shakily said.

“It’s funny…” Hermione started.

“What’s funny?” Harry spat.

“You call me a mudblood and all…but your Mum―”

“What about my Mum?” Harry cut in with a nervous look.

“Oh, Malfoy doesn’t know? Well you see Draco, Harry’s Mother is muggle born…yes that’s right, making him only half-blood.” Hermione said saucily.

She smirked as Draco’s face practically melted off in disgust. Harry tried to say something but Draco sneered at him and walked away.

“Pity… that you’re so ashamed of your family. If you only knew how much you’d miss them if they were gone.” Hermione said seriously, before leaving Harry in her pile of books.

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Chapter 4: Like Father Like Son
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Hermione started to walk from the library when she heard footsteps coming up from behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Harry. She felt a somewhat gentle hand on her shoulder, which made her turn around to be face-to-face with Harry. She stared at him with a raised brow.

“W-what do you know about my parents?” Harry asked, with a hint of irritation in his voice.

“I know that you were lonely without them.”

“What do you mean? How would you know?” Harry shot back.

“You know nothing of what your life was like before I went back in time!” Hermione said loudly. “Sad thing is…you were a better person before.”

Harry looked at her with disgust but his eyes darted around as if he was thinking of what to say.

“Well, what do you know, you filth―”

“Filthy mudblood? Yeah, so I hear. Draco seems to have brainwashed you into thinking that. Do us all a favour and don’t follow in his footsteps. Harry…I know you’re a good person. I just wish that you’d realize that popularity isn’t the most important thing. We used to be best friends Harry. I ―”

“We used to, Granger… past tense.” Harry snorted.

“Whatever, Harry.”

Hermione walked up closer to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. She half expected him to shudder with disgust or pull away but he didn’t move.

“If you ever need a friend…I’m here for you.” Hermione said quietly.

Harry’s typical Slytherin smug look vanished and his eyes were fixed on hers, looking to see if she was being serious. She softly smiled and walked out of the library. She walked down the halls and passed many students who glared at her. She tried to look straight ahead and ignore all the whispers but her ears were picking up every last snicker and whisper.

“Are you trying to win a race here?” Called a voice from behind her.

Hermione whipped around to see Rafe standing there with his arms crossed and wearing a genuine smile.

“What?” Hermione asked, feeling confused.

“A race?” Rafe laughed. “You were walking faster then the speed of light. Where were you going at such high speeds?”

“Oh, that. I was avoiding the constant stares.” Hermione muttered. “Why does everyone keep staring at me? So what! I went back in time!”

Hermione’s loud voice was causing even more people to look at her. Tears were filling up in her eyes, for reasons she didn’t know.

“Um, do you want to go for a walk outside?” Rafe quietly suggested, hoping that she’d quit yelling.

Hermione said nothing, but followed Rafe outside onto the snowy grounds. He took off his robes and placed it over her shoulders to prevent her from shivering more then she already was. She smiled up at him and realized that she really hasn’t had a good look at him since she met him. His dirty blonde hair was exactly like Remus’ when he was a teenager, but only Rafe’s was slightly lighter. He had deep brown eyes that stood out from the rest of his face. She shook her head, as she was flooded with memories of Remus.

“You look lost in thought.” Rafe commented as they swept off a ledge and sat down.

“You look a lot like your father.” Hermione said, in a daze.

“You said that already.” Rafe laughed. “It’s just so weird that you went to school with my dad, and now you’re going to school with me.”

“Try being in my shoes.”

“Um, Hermione…I get the feeling that you aren’t happy to be back?” Rafe said rather quietly.

Hermione looked to the side at him and frowned.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hermione lied. “Of course I’m happy to be back.”

The two of them sat in silence as both of them were at loss for words.

“I saw the way you looked at him.” Rafe blurted out.

“W-what?” Hermione questioned, staring at him.

“And I saw the way he looked at you.”

“What are you talking about Rafe?” Hermione choked out.

“I know you know what I’m talking about. Your face lit up when you saw him. Sadly, his did the same.”

“Who are you talking about?” Hermione asked, playing dumb.

“Uncle Sirius…I’m surprised no one else saw it. What happened?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hermione said, turning from him to hide her red face. “Look, in my time…this time, before you were here, he died okay? So I er, I was just relieved to see him alive is all…nothing happened.”

“You know, I might have believed you. But unfortunately for you, I came across a scrapbook that belonged to my father one day. It contained all his grades, his prefect badge and a certain picture that caught my eye.”

Hermione’s face fell, as she knew exactly what picture he was talking about. It was the same picture that was tucked in her robes at this very second.

“I recognized everyone in the picture except one girl…that is until she suddenly appeared out of thin air yesterday.”

“Look, what do you want from me?” Hermione said, standing up and facing him. “Are you going to blackmail me? Tell everyone that I’m in love with your dad’s best friend 20 years ago. Going to tell everyone that I’d rather be back in that time where I had the best of friends and a boyfriend who really cared, rather then now when my whole life is messed up!”

At this time Hermione’s words were muffled sobs that were becoming louder by the word. Tears were streaming down her face and falling onto Rafe’s cloak. Rafe looked at her with wide eyes.

“Um, H-Hermione…I think you misunderstood me. I don’t want to blackmail you at all.” Rafe said calmly, standing up. “There is no snake crest on my robes, and you’ll never catch me to do anything to hurt a friend. I just wanted you to know that I know, and I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

Rafe turned from her and cast her one last disappointed look before he headed towards the castle. Hermione watched him drag his feet through the castle doors and vanish out of sight. She screamed inwardly and collapsed onto the ground and buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

“I don’t want to be here.” She muttered through her cries.


All the way through supper, the conversation was weak and awkward glances were exchanged between Rafe and Hermione. Ron tried his hardest to find out what was wrong between them, but he kept his silence.

“So, er, are you guys going to come watch my game on Monday?” Ron cut in.

“What game?” Rafe asked, in a daze.

“Exploding Snap Finals…Quidditch you twit! What game do you think?” Ron said sarcastically.

“Quidditch?” Hermione asked, subconsciously scratching her fork on her plate.

“Don’t tell me Quidditch wasn’t around before you went back in time Hermione!” Ron exclaimed, looking fuming.

Hermione realized where this conversation was leading so she decided to just leave. She stood up and turned to Ron one last time.

“No, it wasn’t. I invented it when I went back.”

She turned from the table to leave Ron looking at her with his mouth wide open. He tried to call after her, but she was already gone. Hermione walked down the hall until she collided with a figure. She looked up to see Professor Lupin looking down on her.

“You better watch where you’re going Hermione or you’re going to walk into a wall.” He said with a laugh.

Hermione forced a laugh that didn’t sound natural at all. He frowned at her desperate attempt to chuckle.

“I take it something is the matter?” He asked.

“No, everything is just great. My life has never been better. Thanks for asking.” Hermione snapped back.

“What’s on your mind?” Remus asked calmly.

“Harry being in Slytherin, me having no friends, failing sixth year, my whole life changing in a span of five minutes and…” Hermione stopped before she could finish her sentence.


“It doesn’t matter.”

“You know you shouldn’t have those feelings Hermione.” Remus said quietly.

“You think I don’t know that? Believe me I’m trying.”

“Maybe you should try to not think of him. For starters…” Remus reached up and pointed to her necklace she was wearing. The one Sirius gave to her.

“You want me to take this off?” Hermione asked in shock.

“It might help you forget about him.”

“Yeah, and while I’m at it why don’t you perform a memory charm on me so I forget everything?!” Hermione responded, getting louder by the word.


“You just don’t understand! I can’t just forget everything with a flip of a switch! I hate my life! I wish I never went back!”

Hermione stormed out of the hallway as tears ran down her face. She heard loud footsteps nearing her from behind. A hand on her shoulder turned her around to be face to face with Professor Lupin once again.

“Look, Hermione, there’s something you should read.” Remus said, looking uncomfortable.

Hermione stared at him with a blank expression until he handed over a package of envelopes.

“What are these?” Hermione said quietly.

“Um, well…Sirius kept a journal from the time you left until the time you were supposed to come back in seventh year. He didn’t want you to feel left out so he wrote letters to you so you could read them…when you returned the next year.”

Not one word came to mind to say.

“Before James and Lily went into hiding, Sirius started to write in the journal more and more because he truly believed that he was going to die to protect them. He promised me to give these to you when I eventually met up with you.”

Hermione has never seen Professor Lupin look so uncomfortable before. That includes the time when she witnessed him transform. She shakily took the letters and stared back at him.

“Does he uh, know you still have them?”

“No, I told him I lost him one night when Voldemort was searching for Lily and James. But I honestly believe that you should have them.”

Hermione squeaked out a “thanks” before Professor Lupin turned from her and walked away. She clutched the letters in her hand and wiped away the silent tears. She fingered the necklace he gave her and smiled for the first time since she’s been home, knowing that she’d get to experience her first love all over again in the letters.

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Chapter 5: Dear Hermione
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Hermione clutched onto the letters for an entire week, not knowing what to do with them. Every time she tried to open the first letter, she backed away and stuffed them into her bag. It was hard to concentrate on her schoolwork because every time she sat down for class, her mind was racing to the contents of the letters.

“Hermione?” Called a voice in the middle of class.

Hermione snapped back into reality and darted her eyes around the classroom to see everyone staring at her. She slowly met the eyes of Professor Lupin, who was standing at the front of the class, looking at her with a frowned expression.

“Do you know the answer?” He said, with a calm voice.

“I―uh” Hermione stuttered out as her face went hot.

“Do you know the question?” Lupin said, in that same calmness of his voice.

Hermione said nothing, but her head shook abruptly and turned her attention to the markings on the desk.

“10 points from Gryffindor…class dismissed.” Lupin said, before turning back to his desk.

Hermione waited until the classroom was empty before breaking the silence.

“Why did you give these to me?” Her voice trembled as silent tears fell onto the desk.

She listened as Lupins footsteps come closer as he sat down in the chair in front of her and turned to face her.

“Trust me Hermione, I contemplated day and night on whether I should give you these. I take it you haven’t read them yet?”

“No. I can’t bring myself to.” Hermione said, before stand up abruptly.

Professor Lupin stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder, looking at her with a concerned face. He shed a small smile before turning back to his desk, clearly unsure of what to say.


Hours passed and Hermione sat in the corner of the common room staring at one envelope with her fingers itching to open it. For some reason Rafe and Ron were nowhere to be seen, but she didn’t mind the least. After giving up on the idea of the common room being quiet, she walked up to the dormitory and closed the curtains around her bed to make her feel secluded. After a deep breath she began to open up one of the letters…

Dear Hermione,

You’ve only been gone for less then 24 hours and I already miss you like crazy. I can’t believe I have to wait until seventh year to see you again. James says not to get my hopes up, but I have a feeling you’ll return. I mean, you can’t be away from me for that long right?

Hermione’s lips formed a small smile; all while her eyes were full of tears. She missed hearing his voice and the feeling of being loved.

Rem convinced me to keep a journal so you’d know what you missed. I’ll make sure to tell you everything that happens. I’m writing this letter in Potions class right now. I’m sure Professor Cortalle misses you already. I think he knows I’m writing a letter because he keeps giving me evil looks. I should pack away my quill before he reads this to the entire class.

Love you, miss you and all that mushy stuff,


Hermione’s face was blotchy and the front of her shirt was drenched with tears. She imagined the reading of the letters going more smoothly. She rifled through the letters, eventually making to his summer vacation.


Finally its summer vacation. I thought Potions would get the best of me. Unlike most who are going home to their parents, I’m going to the Potter’s where I’m actually loved. I think my Mum has gone as far as disowning me. To say the least…I don’t care.

Every second of the day I find myself thinking of you. What are you doing at this very moment? Are you happy? Do you have a boyfriend yet? I hope not…but I don’t want you to be miserable either. Speaking of miserable, I don’t think I had too much social interaction with any of my friends for the rest of the school year. Every time I see them happy, it makes me feel worse. I spent a lot of time in the dormitory thinking about my future…hopefully with you.

On a lighter note, Remus and Jenna are still together. They are so much in love it makes me sick. I wouldn’t be surprised if they get married. He’s coming to stay with us for a few weeks in the summer. I guess I’ll have to share my new room with him. If he snores I’m moving home!

Well I need to unpack, so I’ll write you tomorrow. Only a few more months until I see you. I don’t think I can wait that long.

Love you,


A sudden pang hit her stomach like she was hit by a train. Bile was rising in her throat and she wasn’t sure if she could keep down her lunch. She laid back in her bed and closed her eyes, causing tears to slide past her temples and into her hair. An hour went by and she didn’t move a muscle. Her tear ducts must have went dry, but the side of her face felt stiff with dry tears. She eventually pulled her body out of bed and grabbed the one letter that she was dreading to read the most. She made her way down to the common room and collided with a tall blonde figure who suppressed a laugh.

“You know Hermione, you better watch where you’re going.” Rafe said with a small laugh.

“I-I’m sorry. I just wasn’t looking.” Hermione squeaked out, clearly missing his sarcasm.

He stopped and looked at her with a strange look then quickly looked down at her hands to see her clutching a letter so tight that her knuckles were turning white. He gently placed his hand over hers and guided her out of the common room, where she silently followed. He eventually led her into the library and made his way back to a secluded corner where two squashy black armchairs where placed. She sat down apprehensively as he smiled kindly and sat down beside her.

“Why are you still nice to me? I was so rude to you before.” Hermione choked out after some time.

His brown eyes softened and he looked down at his hands.

“I know what you are going through must be hard. I’m not blaming you for acting out because I’m sure you were just upset. And besides, I can take it.” He said, turning to her and smiling.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you Rafe.” She said quietly.

“No worries. You need help getting through this letter?” He asked, pointing to the paper in her hand.

Hermione slowly passed over the letter and watched as he opened it up to reveal a parchment full of words. He looked at her and then back down at the page before clearing his throat and quietly speaking.

“Okay, here goes nothing. Dear Hermione, I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this letter or not. This might end up being a useless piece of parchment. Just as useless as my life. After the longest few months of my life and so many sleepless nights, I waited for you for 24 hours in Dumbledore’s office. I then searched the grounds just in case you popped up in a strange spot. I even tried to sneak up to the girls dormitory to see if you snuck up there without saying ‘hi’ to me. I felt like half of me died when the clock struck 12 and you still weren’t here. Or maybe I just built up the idea of you coming back so much, that I actually believed you were going to come. Little did I know that all these months, my dreams have been only that…just dreams

Hermione’s cries cut Rafe off. She could feel the way she hurt him in his letter. Rafe looked at her and began to tuck away the letter.

“N-no, p-please continue.” Hermione sobbed.

Rafe reached over and held her hand gently in his, stroking it with his thumb and began reading again.

I don’t even know where my life is going to go from here. I can’t see myself ever loving again. I know I’m young and have hopefully many more years ahead of me, but I don’t think this pain will ever go away. I’m really trying to comprehend reasons why you didn’t return. Maybe you found someone special or maybe your family didn’t want you to come, which I understand completely. Or, maybe it’s because you fear that if you come back, one day I will die like you knew before. I can only hope that day comes before I see you enter Hogwarts in years to come. I don’t think I can stand to see you grow up, get married and have kids…unless I’m by your side. I know I must be sounding selfish in so many ways. James and Remus have been trying to convince me it’s for the best, but it’s hard to do so when I know they don’t believe it themselves. I guess this is the time where I must part from this journal, as it serves no purpose anymore. I do wish you well and maybe I’ll see you in the not so distant future. Just remember you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I thank you for entering my life.

Hermione sobbed and looked at him through her bloodshot eyes.

“Is that all?”

Signed, Sirius. Now that’s all.”

Chapter 6: 234 Flowers
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Christmas vacation finally came around and Hermione was still not in the Christmas spirit. If anything, she was more depressed then when she first arrived back in her time. Sirius’ letters haunted every dream and sleepless night and the thought of seeing him during Christmas vacation brought on an unnatural queasy feeling in her stomach. She had no idea on what emotion the queasiness was for. Her parents decided on going to Egypt for the entire vacation and gave Hermione the opportunity to come. She has always wanted to go there ever since Ron did in their third year, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to leave her friends again.

“You all packed?” Lavender asked from across the room as Hermione nodded. “Is it true that you’re going to Gracie and Holly’s house for Christmas?”

“Yeah I am. Ron and Rafe convinced me to go.” Hermione said quietly.

“You know Harry will be there?”

“Thanks, I figured as much…since it’s his house.” Hermione answered, losing all patience in this conversation.

“Well, Happy Christmas then.” Lavender said awkwardly, before leaving the dormitory.

Hermione grabbed her luggage and walked down the stairs to see Ron and Rafe sitting on the couch, surrounded by their large bags. Rafe looked up at her and his dark brown eyes twinkled as he smiled at her.

“Ready for the best vacation ever?” He asked, standing up to greet her.

She raised her eyebrow and smiled back at him. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, that’s for sure.”

“Well if we keep this up, we’ll miss the train—where’s my sister?” Ron asked, losing his train of thought.

“You mean me?” Ginny asked, trotting happily down the stairs, followed closely by Gracie and Holly.

“And we’re never late, Ron. We just like making an entrance.” Holly said with a laugh.


The train ride never seemed so long before. She felt as if she was going off to visit relatives that she hasn’t seen in years. She just hoped that James or Lily wouldn’t comment on how much she’s grown, while pinching her cheeks. Eternities later when the train arrived, she looked outside to see her welcoming committee standing there, bearing big smiles. Her heart skipped a beat as Sirius came into view, who was clearly not amused by the cold weather. His scarf was wrapped around his head, only showing his eyes and small tufts of hair sticking out randomly. They began to file out of the compartment, after convincing Rafe to wake Ron up. He intended on leaving him there so he’d wake up in some strange location. Hermione left the compartment last, as she struggled with her heavy luggage. She exited the compartment and ran into a tall Slytherin.

“Watch it.” He sneered.

Hermione looked to the left to see Harry looking at her with disgust. His look changed slightly when he saw it was her. She shook her head and cut in front of him, lugging her bag behind her. Just as her arm almost fell off, she felt Harry’s hand slip over hers allowing for her to let go and he took her bag. He dragged it behind him with ease as his was on his shoulder. She looked at him with disbelief but he didn’t flinch.

“Keep going.” He muttered as he felt her eyes on him.

Ron almost had a heart attack as Harry walked out behind Hermione, carrying her bag. Lily smiled joyfully as if watching Harry do a nice deed was the best thing that happened all day.

“Everyone ready for Christmas vacation?” Lily questioned in the best cheerleader-tour guide voice she ever heard.

Everyone nodded uncomfortably as James and Sirius hit a high five sarcastically. They said goodbye to Ron, who was joining them in a week’s time. He dragged his feet to meet up with his parents, while Ginny followed closely behind. Harry left Hermione’s bag and walked up with James. Hermione was just about to grab her bag, but Sirius grabbed the handle before flashing a smile through his turban-like scarf.

The Potter house was white with large pillars that stood in front of a garden filled with predominantly purple flowers. The emerald green grass stood out against the cobblestone driveway. Hermione walked up the driveway, kicking a loose stone at the back of Rafe’s heel. He didn’t seem to notice but Sirius did but didn’t say a word. They reached the front porch where an enchanted sign read the name “Potter” before scrolling the family names: James, Lily, Gracie, Holly and although against much protest, Harry’s name came last and much faster then the rest. Harry was the first one inside and went straight to his room. Remus, Sirius and the rest of the Potter gang filed inside while Rafe waited for Hermione to inch her way into the foreign house.

“You know the house won’t bite right?” Rafe said quietly, while smiling to himself.

“Thanks, I’m well aware.” She said sarcastically.

“Welcome to our house Hermione!” Said Lily, happily. “Unfortunately both of the guest bedrooms are taken. Remus and Jenna get one while Sirius gets the other. So you can room with the twins and Rafe, you get your usual spot with Harry.”

“I can hardly contain my excitement.” Rafe said very flatly.

“Rafe— “ Remus started.

“Sorry Dad.”

“When Ron and Ginny come, the house will get a bit crowded but the more the merrier!” Lily exclaimed.


Hermione lied in bed that night, counting the flowers on the twin’s wallpaper. She got to about 234 when her stomach growled with hunger. She didn’t want to stuff her face that night at dinner because she didn’t feel that comfortable around everyone. Hermione climbed out from her bed and glanced over at the twins, who were sound asleep in their bunk beds. She tip-toed from her bed and into the hallway and onto the squashy carpet. She made her way down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen where she noticed the fridge was open. She walked over to the fridge and closed it quickly. As she tapped it closed, a loud shriek came from the inside of the door. Hermione quickly pulled it open to see Rafe looking in the fridge and rubbing his head.

“Oh! Jeeze, Rafe I’m sorry.” Said Hermione, covering her mouth as Rafe stood up, rubbing his head.

“Ah, no problem…you only broke my skull.” Responded Rafe, trying to force out a smile.

Hermione opened the freezer and grabbed a couple of ice cubes and wrapped them in a dishtowel and sat Rafe down on a stool at the island of the kitchen. She stood in front of Rafe and placed the ice on the side of his head, where he was holding as he winced in pain.

“Its fine, I swear.” Rafe pleaded as the bump on his head grew.

“You’ll just have a headache for a while.” Hermione said, holding the ice closer to his head.

“So what are you doing up at this hour?” Rafe asked.

“I um, was hungry.” Hermione answered.

Rafe laughed and stood up to open up the fridge. He pulled out a carton of milk and grabbed a box of cereal from on top of the bread box. He smiled at her before grabbing two bowls and two spoons and handing her a set.

“I guess you didn’t eat enough at dinner either?” Hermione asked, pouring a bowl of cornflakes.

“I don’t like roast beef.” He answered, scrunching up his nose. “But they always seem to have it when I’m starving.”

Rafe dug into his cornflakes and they ate in silence. After the bowls were empty, they went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

“You sure you’re not tired?” He asked her, stretching on the couch.

“Not really.” Hermione answered, truthfully. “You can go to bed, I will shortly.”

“No, its okay. I’m okay. I’m b-barely t-t-tired.” He said through a yawn.

“So how is sharing a room with Harry?”

“Oh just great. He drew a line down the room so I wouldn’t go on his side. He thinks he’ll become a werewolf by just coming near me.” Rafe said, blushing slightly.

“Does everyone at school know you’re a werewolf?” Hermione asked quietly.

“Yup, everyone. Mostly everyone is okay with it. Mainly just the Slytherins hate me.”

“How do you feel about them?”

“I have no reason to hate them. I don’t really care if they don’t like me. I’ve threatened to bite one of them many times before.” Rafe finished with a laugh.

Hermione laughed as she remembered Remus threatening Lucius Malfoy in Potions class. The two of them continued to talk for a few more hours, as their eyes began to close. He was so easy to talk to that she didn’t want to say goodnight…


The sound of birds chirping woke Hermione up. At first she couldn’t remember where she was, until she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She then realized she was leaning against Rafe, who was fast asleep. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the greyish sky was peering through the vertical blinds. The footsteps came louder and she heard a man cough loudly from behind the couch. She looked up to see Sirius looking down at her and Rafe. She then realized that he was giving her the strangest look. She couldn’t tell if he was hurt or mad, but it wasn’t a pleasant look.

“I-uh, we fell asleep.” Hermione stuttered, getting up and flattening her pyjamas.

“You two should get back to your rooms, before everyone wakes up.” Sirius said flatly.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Hermione pleaded, not knowing why she was doing so.

Rafe began to wake up and he looked around to see Sirius glaring at him. Rafe tried to smile but knew it wasn’t the time for charm.

“Morning uncle.”

“Get back to your beds.” Sirius repeated before leaving them both.

Hermione watched him walk out of the room and her stomach sunk with a form of guilt. She didn’t know why she felt this way. Nothing happened. They were just sleeping… So many thoughts were racing through her head. She looked at Rafe who tried to flash a comforting smile. Hermione dragged her feet out of the living room and back up the stairs, where she found her bed to be warm and ready for a new batch of tears.

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Chapter 7: Last Resort
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The next morning in the Potter house was very awkward. Rafe was surprisingly giddy, Hermione and Sirius were avoiding each other, Lily was strung out on the Christmas spirit and Harry…well Harry was his miserable old self. No different from any other day. As Christmas was only a week away, Hermione intended on possibly starting her shopping. It wasn’t like her to be so late. Last year she had her shopping done by Halloween. The whole lot of them were sitting around the breakfast table, while Harry and his sisters ate in the other room.

“Hermione, is there anywhere you have to be today?” Lily asked, with her bright green eyes beaming at her.

“Well, yeah actually there is. I need to er, start my shopping.” She said, feeling ashamed to be a tardy holiday shopper.

“Well that’s perfect, since Harry was just saying that he hasn’t bought anything for his sisters or Mother yet.” Lily started, emphasizing the word ‘Mother”, which made Hermione believe that maybe this isn’t the first time Harry has “forgotten” Lily at Christmas. “You can go together, yeah?”

Hermione’s eyes widened and she distinctly heard a groan from Harry, who was sitting in the living room.

“It’s fine, I can go by myself.” Hermione said, acting like she didn’t hear him.

“I’ll go with you.” Rafe suggested, with a grin.

“Nope!” Sirius cut in, louder then what was called for.

The whole table went quiet and everyone looked at Sirius, including Rafe who looked mildly embarrassed.

“What he means to say,” Remus cut in to save Sirius’ behind, “is that Rafe and I are doing our Father-son shopping spree to shop for Mum.” Remus finished, with a smile that took pride in his spontaneity.

“Huh? Father-son shopping spree? You make it sound like we’ve done this before.” Rafe said, eyeing his Father curiously.

“Well, it’s a new tradition, son. So go with it!” Remus said, standing up to finish the conversation. “Now, go get ready.”

Rafe stood up and rolled his eyes before leaving the room. Sirius meant to stand up but Lily put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving.

“You wouldn’t mind driving them, would you? You can use that car we keep in the garage.”

Hermione couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“Drive…a car? You?” She giggled, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t shower them with Choco-Frog Flakes.

For the first time since they’ve been reunited, Sirius smiled back. But not that fake smile that she’s been seeing, but that smile that she remembered from his youth.

“Yeah, I’ll drive.” He laughed. “I mean, how hard can it be, right?”

Hermione rolled her eyes as he stood up to leave the room. Before he was out of sight, Lily called out to him.

“And Sirius…be good.”

Hermione, brought her bowl to the sink, while contemplating Lily’s words. “Be good” could have meant so many things, but now was not the time to think about it, because she didn’t want to ruin another day thinking about him.


An hour later, Hermione was applying her lip gloss as her last step in getting ready. She wore a turquoise cable-knit sweater with a long sleeve button down pinstripe shirt underneath. She picked out a pair of her most wrinkle-free jeans and threw on a brown belt with a turquoise buckle. After convincing herself that she didn’t look like a turquoise Easter egg, and rather somewhat stylish, she scurried down the stairs to see Harry waiting on couch. He looked like he just sniffed a pile of garbage, judging by his sour look on his face.

“Ready for a ride?” Sirius said, walking into the room.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, er, I meant in the car…Anyway…Let’s go.” Sirius said, before stopping to look at Harry. “C’mon smiley, you can’t scowl at the wall all day.”

The car ride there was the most nerve wrecking thing Hermione has ever experienced. Sirius was all over the road and apparently traffic lights or street signs weren’t an issue in his little world. He explained on the way there that Lily wanted to raise her kids to be able to survive in both the Wizarding world and the Muggle world, hence the reason for the car. Sirius just got a kick out of something steering something that wasn’t a broom.

When they reached the furthest Muggle location, Sirius stopped the car abruptly, almost causing Hermione to be sent through the windshield.

“We’re here kids.” Sirius said in his most fatherly tone.

“Thanks for the ride.” Hermione said, smiling at him and jumped out of the car just in case it started moving again.

Hermione walked over to the sidewalk and saw Sirius say something to Harry before he climbed out of the car. Sirius drove off on the wrong side of the road and left Hermione and Harry to make their way into the Wizarding community alone.

They were only there for about five minutes when Harry looked bored to death. He was walking about four paces in front of her and occasionally made glances back in her direction to see if she was remotely in sight. Hermione ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him.

“Okay listen, I know you don’t want to be here right now with me, so how about we meet back here in a couple of hours?”

Harry contemplated the idea for a second but he spoke, although not changing his expression.

“No, let’s get this over with then. Just no girly stores.”

“You sure? I don’t mind shopping alone.”

“I need help buying something for my Mum.” He said so quickly that she wasn’t sure she heard him right.

Hermione almost let out a laugh and Harry noticed and the strangest look came across his face. It was almost a …smile? Hermione didn’t want to ruin the moment by pointing out that his frown turned upside down so she casually kept walking.

“What sort of things do you want to get her?” Hermione said, from up ahead.

Harry caught up and walked beside her and spoke quietly, as if trying his hardest to come off as least interested as possible.

“I don’t know really. I’ve never really gotten her anything. How about a broom polishing kit?”

“Er, does she use a broom often?”

“No, but I do. So she’ll just give it to me.”

She wasn’t really quite sure if this was intending on being a joke so she kept talking.

“What about perfume? Jewellry?—“

“—Exploding Snap?”


“—Chocolate Frogs?”

“Okay Harry, you’re impossible.” Hermione said, hitting him in the arm playfully.

She completely lost all idea of the time and place and the fact that Harry didn’t like her. Their old ways when they joked around like friends couldn’t happen anymore. Hermione prepared herself to get whacked over the head or verbal thrashing. But he only laughed under his breath. She sighed in relief and kept walking.

After a long day of shopping and steady conversations, they were heading back to entrance of the town. Harry had successfully bought Lily a silver necklace with a small heart dangling from the bottom. Through a steady hand and much use of magic, they engraved the word “Mum” on the front of the heart. Harry almost gagged when Hermione had to “aww” at the selection. He had gotten James a Quidditch book and some socks, quite random but somewhat practical. He bought some clothes for the twins that were picked out by Hermione, DADA books for Remus and a two-way mirror for Sirius while Harry would keep the other.

They still had an hour to kill before Sirius was bound to show up. They walked past a small candy shop, which caught their eye. Harry looked at Hermione before veering off to the left to enter the store. They entered to see a large room, much bigger then it appeared, with colourful candy filling their eyes. The smell of chocolate and hot sugar almost gave them a cavity alone. Hermione walked around by herself, admiring the large displays and occasionally grabbing a piece of candy and popping it into her mouth. Just after she place a toffee in her mouth, she felt a body standing right behind her.

“Are you going to pay for that?” Said a voice, whispering in her ear.

The little hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end and goose bumps overwhelmed her body. She wanted to run, but instead she turned slowly, looking down at the ground, but stopped when she recognized those black shoes. Her eyes made her way up until she was met by vivid green eyes. He was smiling in pure satisfaction, knowing that he made her jump.

“Oh jeeze Harry. You scared the daylights out of me.”

“Yeah, that was the point.” Harry answered, coolly.

“Potter, what are you doing here?” Sneered a voice from behind him.

Harry shifted his weight, and Draco Malfoy came into view. Draco ignored Hermione completely and walked up behind Harry and whispered into his ear.

“Meeting…tonight.” He said, before leaving the both of them.

Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief and walked out of the candy shop.

Chapter 8: Tying Bows and Breaking Ties
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This chapter is dedicated to my good pal, Witchy Riot! You know why…Congratulations!


The cold breeze hit against Hermione’s face as she stormed through the small streets. She knocked into many frantic shoppers, but she didn’t stop to see if she caused any injuries. She could hear the distinct footsteps of Harry running up behind her, which made her quicken her step. She felt a distinct knot in her stomach. It was the same feeling she felt before her, Ron and Harry went on their many adventures. She couldn’t bare to look at Harry in the face, but she knew he was right on her tail.

“Granger wait!”

Hermione whipped her head around and cast Harry a look that could have burned a whole right through his forehead.

“Granger?” She snapped, as her face grew hotter.

“I—er, Hermione I’m sorry. Look, you have to listen!” Harry pleaded as she turned from him to continue her quick march.

He ran up behind her and grabbed her arm to spin her around.

“Listen to me!” He said rather harshly, making Hermione jump slightly. “I’m not what you think I am.”

“Oh really?” Hermione snapped, before grabbing his forearm and tugging his sleeve up to reveal a bare arm, free from any tattoos. She looked mildly embarrassed and felt somewhat let down. She frantically grabbed the other arm and did the same procedure but yet again, there was nothing but a bare arm, filling up with goose bumps against the winter air. “I-I—where is it?” She shouted, before throwing his arm out of her grasp.

Harry slyly grinned and pulled down his sleeve to warm up.

“What’s next, a full on strip search?” He said, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re not a Death Eater?”

“My dad and uncle are Aurors. Do I need to say more?” Harry said in a monotone.

“Is that the only reason why you choose not to become one?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Malfoy tells me when every meeting is. He has been trying to get me to join since First Year.” He answered, avoiding the question. “Let’s get going.” Harry said, starting to walk off.

Hermione frowned and felt like she ruined the entire day by accusing him. Everything was going so well. She ran up behind him.

“Harry, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t turn around or even look at her, but muttered under his breath.

“Don’t worry about it.”


They waited outside for Sirius for about 15 minutes until a rough looking car came speeding around the corner and ricocheted off the curb to screech to a halt in front of them.

“What took you so long?” Harry asked as Sirius opened the door.

“Hi to you too, smiley and your welcome for picking you up.” Sirius sarcastically answered as Hermione and Harry hopped into the car.

Hermione buckled up as soon as she was sitting and double checked that she was secure in her seat.

“If you must know,” Sirius started, “I was driving, minding my own business, then all of a sudden a car was right up behind me and he was flashing his lights and these loud sirens were going and all. Then after about 10 minutes of driving, I pulled onto the sidewalk to tell him to bugger off and he starts yelling at me to get out of my car with my hands on my head and such. What a wacko eh?”

Hermione didn’t know if she should laugh or not. She looked over at Harry, who was trying his hardest to not crack a smile.

“What did you do after that?” Hermione asked, as her voice shook.

“Well I performed a memory charm and drove off.” Sirius finished, as if that was a normal thing to do.

The whole ride home, Hermione held her breath once again and let out a sigh of relief when the Potter sign came into view. It was evident that the rest of them were decorating the house the entire day with large tacky Christmas decorations. Without a doubt, magic was used to hang out the thousands of lights. Hermione was sure that their house could be spotted from space.

The house smelled like gingerbread and hot chocolate when they entered the front door. The interior of the house was just as tacky but she appreciated it anyway. Rafe and Remus were still out on their “father-son shopping day”, while Lily and the twins were starting on dinner. Hermione went up to her room to drop off her parcels and lied down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She almost drifted off to sleep when there was a knock on the door. She sat up to see Harry standing in the doorway.

“Er, want to help me wrap my presents?” Harry asked, looking around the room. “I can’t wrap a gift to save my life.”

“Maybe it’s because you’ve never actually taken the time to buy anyone a gift.” Hermione said, before thinking about it.

“Look, I’m not going to pull your arm into helping me but I just thought since no one else really talks to me, maybe you’d help.”

A sudden wave of pity came over Hermione as Harry blushed a little.

“Okay, come in and let’s wrap.”

Harry grabbed his gifts and a roll of wrapping paper from the hallway and walked in the bedroom, and looked around as if he was examining every last detail.

“You make it look like you’ve never been in your sisters’ room before?”

“They yell at me when I come in.” He put on a fake high pitched girly voice. “Harry, get out, this is girl business! blah blah blah.” Harry finished, rolling his eyes.

Hermione laughed and sat down on the ground, pulling over the paper and his gifts. Harry displayed his lack of gift wrapping by showing off the wrapped pair of socks that were in the exact shape of the sock.

“Um, Harry you might want to re-wrap that. It kind of gives it away.” Hermione said, grabbing the socks and putting a few more layers of paper around it to plump it up.

“I happened to be proud of that wrap job, thank you very much.” Harry said in a mock bitter tone.

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to wrap their gifts.

“Tell me what life was like before you left.” Harry said, out of the blue.

“Uh, random question…but okay. Well I met you on the train in First Year. I helped to fix your glasses. You and Ron eventually started to like me after I almost got killed by a Troll.” Hermione said, frowning as she remembered the situation. “Not one of my brightest ideas.”

“Did we, uh date?”

“Are you kidding? That’s like incest Harry. You and Ron were my best friends. Who have you dated since school has started, Harry?”

“Second Year I dated Parkinson.” Harry said, scrunching his nose in disgust.

“Oh my, if only your former self could hear you say that…okay that was the strangest sentence that has ever come out of my mouth!”

Harry quietly laughed and turned his head. Hermione couldn’t believe that they were having an actually civilized conversation. A knock on the door interrupted her laughter. She stood up and opened the door just enough to peak one eye through. She looked up to see Rafe standing there with a confused look on his face.

“Who’s in there with you?”

“Harry. We’re wrapping presents, you can’t come in.” She said with a smile.

He pushed the door open and scowled down at Harry.

“What are you up to Potter?” Rafe spat out, leaving Hermione with wide eyes.

“Trust me, Lupin, nothing that concerns you.” Harry said coolly, not even looking up from tying a bow on a gift.

Hermione stepped in front of Rafe and pushed him back with one of her hands.

“What is going on, we’re just wrapping presents.”

“Oh yeah? Since when has Potter become quite the merry mate here? This is the only time I’ve ever seen you give a damn about anyone but yourself at Christmas, why now?” Rafe said, becoming louder by the word.”

“Fine.” Harry started, standing up. “You want me to do this?”

“Do what?” Rafe questioned.

“This.” Harry said before walking in between them and slamming the door behind him.

Hermione could hear him walking down the hall and slamming his bedroom door. She walked over and picked up the remaining presents and the gift wrap and walked to the doorway.

“That’s really great Rafe. Thanks for ruining the good day we had going.”


Dinner time was very silent and the only sounds were clanging dishes and the twins bickering.

“You know, if you fling one more pea at me, I’ll dunk your head in the mashed potatoes!” Gracie said, firing up.

“Oh yeah? Unless you want to find gravy in your pillow case, I’d watch your big elbows!” Holly retorted, pointing to Gracie’s elbow that was above the table, as she was trying to cut the chicken.

“If you both of you don’t stop bickering, you’ll find canned corn in your stockings.” James said, as he poured himself some more juice.

“Tis the season.” Lily said, rolling her eyes.

Hermione helped with the dishes and went into the fireplace room and curled up on the couch, staring into the flames. She started to second guess her choice to come to the Potter’s for Christmas and thought that maybe an awkward trip with her parents would have been better. As she was thinking of her parents having a good time on vacation without her, Sirius came into the room and sat down on the couch.

“Have fun shopping today?”

“Yeah, it went alright I guess.” Hermione shrugged. “Do you think Harry would ever become a Death Eater?”

“Not at all. I think this I’m-so-cool-and-I’m-to-good-for-you stage is almost through. A few months back, he’d never been caught shopping with a Muggle born, you see.”

“You know what I don’t understand is, how can he change that much? I mean his own mother is Muggle born!”

“He’s just a bitter child. He’s always been like that. He feels that the twins are favoured and his life is so bad. Not to mention he hangs out with that git, Malfoy, who has been evil since he was a seed.”

“I hope I can change him before I go back.” Hermione muttered, without even thinking.

Sirius choked and sat upright.

“Go back?”

“Oh! I mean, er, go back to school after break.” Hermione frantically said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure I want him to change!” Hermione burst out, as her cheeks flushed.

“No I mean, about what you said about going back. Did you really mean after break?” Sirius quietly said, with a small smile.

“I-uh…I don’t know…I can’t talk about this!”

Hermione stood up and muttered “sorry” before running upstairs and making a right to run up to Harry’s door. She didn’t even knock before she burst into his room to see Harry lying on his bed.

“Sure come in.” He said, without even sitting up.

“Harry, I know you don’t like me, but you’re the only familiar face I have right now, so it’s as close to a comfortable situation as I can get. Can I hide out here for a while?”

Harry patted the bed beside him.

"I s’pose you’re going to tell me what’s wrong, so lets get it over with.”

Hermione walked over and lied on the bed, face down and turned her head to him and began to spill out everything that happened when she went back in time. To her surprise, Harry didn’t fall asleep but kept his full attention on her and even gave her a tissue when the tears began to fall…

Sorry it took me so long to post. My internet crapped out for a week so I was left in the Stone Age with no computer. I hope you liked it!

Chapter 9: C-h-r-i-s-t-m-a-s Day you fool
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Christmas break was flying by and before anyone knew it, Christmas Eve was here and the house was full of red hair. The entire Weasley clan showed up carrying many gifts and wearing large smiles. Hermione didn’t know that the Weasley’s, Potters, Lupins and Sirius were that great of friends, but apparently due to their children, and the Order, they were.

“Oh Hermione dear,” Mrs Weasley said as she spotted her, “I couldn’t imagine what you’re going through. You alright?” She finished, pulling her into a hug.

“Er, yeah.” Hermione lied through Mrs Weasleys hair.

“Rafe dear, you’re looking so much like your father. But where’s your mother? Don’t tell me she’s working late on Christmas Eve!”

“I’m afraid so.” Remus cut in gloomily. “She’ll arrive around 11.”

“Well we’ll stay here to wish Jenna a Happy Christmas as well.” Mr Weasley added.

Hermione loved every minute that the Weasley’s were there. They were just as sweet as she remembered and Ron actually cheered up the solemn Rafe. Gracie and Holly seemed to enjoy Ginny’s company better then having Hermione there. Harry however became back to his bitter self, clearly not impressed by “unworthy” people in his house. Although his was very moody to everyone who remotely came near him, he developed a liking to having Hermione’s company. The entire visit so far by the Weasleys, Harry has been sitting next to Hermione, engaging in conversation just with her. At 11 o clock, precisely, Jenna came walking through the door and was met by cheers by the whole house (save for Harry and an awkward feeling Hermione).

“Happy almost Christmas everyone!” Jenna said, entering the living room, giving Remus a quick kiss. “Sorry for working so late. I couldn’t imagine—“ Jenna stopped dead in her tracks. “Hermione?”

As if on cue, everyone in the living room turned their gaze towards Hermione. Not knowing what to say, she just nodded awkwardly and stood up and smiled at her.

“Oh my word, you’re exactly how I remembered you!” Jenna said before pulling Hermione into the tightest hug possible.

“Well er…I haven’t aged since the last time you saw me.” She answered, trying to keep it as least sarcastic as possible.

Everyone, besides Sirius, missed the sarcasm and went on with the celebrations. At this point the so-called cider the adults were drinking was clearly spiked with something. Everyone was red in the face, clearly not a rosy festive glow, made evident by the constant hiccups from Lily. Presents were being passed around and gift wrap was flying in each direction. A tradition in these families Christmas’ was to each open one gift on the Eve of Christmas. Everyone chose to open up the Weasley gifts, clearly knowing what the parcel contained. One at a time they each pulled out a knitted sweater, in an abundance of colours. Ron with his usual maroon sweater, Ginny had a purple one, Rafe with a blue one and Harry with a plain black one. His however, did not have his initial on the front or a golden snitch, not even the Gryffindor colours. Hermione frowned as Harry tried to hide his disappointment. A round of Thank You’s were made to Mrs Weasley for her hard work.

“I like the plain black.” Hermione said, trying to cheer him up.

He was just about to say something but Ron overheard her and spoke instead.

“Yeah she was going to knit the Dark Mark on your sweater, but she didn’t want to get arrested.” Ron said, in an angry tone.

“Very nice Ron!” Hermione shot back before glaring at him with all her might.


Well after midnight and well after their fair share of drinks, Mr and Mrs Weasley flooed back home and left the Potters, Lupins and Sirius with a house full of teenagers. Hermione laid in bed while the Potter twins were gossiping with Ginny on the top bunk in their room. Harry now had to share his room with Rafe and Ron who no doubt didn’t respect that it was in fact Harry’s space.

“I’m going to get a glass of water.” Hermione muttered before leaving her room.

She walked down the hall and knocked softly on Harry’s door. Rafe answered and gave her a half smile. Harry stepped in front of him, blocking all view and smiled at her.

“I’m not really tired. You want to grab a glass of water with me?” Hermione asked him quietly.

“Sure.” Harry answered, as Rafe scowled in their direction (Ron was passed out on the floor).

They both walked down to the kitchen and sat around the island on a couple of bar stools, sipping on a glass of water.

“Are you enjoying your Christmas break so far?” Harry asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it’s been fun…Okay it’s been awkward and I feel out of place.” Hermione burst out.

“I know what you mean. It’s always awkward in this house with everybody. Mom and Dad are too busy trying to even look at me and my sisters have each other and everyone else in this house would rather eat frog guts then even glance in my direction.”

“That’s not true Harry. You see, I’m not really a big fan of frog guts.” Hermione said, sarcastically.

Harry laughed quietly and looked up at her. “Why are you nice to me? I was never even civil to you before you came back.”

“Well maybe that’s what you remember, but I remember something quite different. Before I went back, I remember me, you and Ron being the best of friends. So I have faith that you’ll change.”

“Why do you have faith in me but no one else does?”

“Because someone should, Harry.”

There was an awkward silence until Harry spoke.

“I think I’m going to head up to bed now. I’m getting a bit sleepy. You coming?”

“No, I might stay up for another minute or two.” She said, walking with him over to the door frame.

“Alright then. See you in the morning.” Harry said, turning to walk up the stairs. “Oh, Hermione?”


“Mistle Toe. “ Harry said, pointing above her head.

She looked up and saw the strange little green leafed plant hanging above her head. She blushed and looked at him, casting him a weak smile. He leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips and pulled away and muttered “goodnight” before going up the stairs. Hermione stood there in shock and licked her lips subconsciously, not knowing if that really happened or not. She made her way into the living room to find someone curled up on the couch, holding a piece of paper and an empty bottle of bourbon. She got closer to see Sirius in his drunken sleep. She quietly and carefully removed the bottle and placed it on the coffee table and slipped the piece of paper out of his other hand. Her nosey side got the best of her and she turned it over and gasped. It wasn’t a paper, but the picture that they took in Hogsmeade when Hermione was back in their time at school. She stared at the picture as tears filled up in her eyes. Young Sirius picked up the joyful Hermione and spun her around, kissing her on the cheek, before falling to the ground with her. She laughed to herself and placed it down on the table before picking up a blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over him gently. She smiled at his incapable boyish self and went up to bed.


The next morning Hermione was woken up by smell of maple and bacon. Her stomach rumbled as she breathed in the scent of a home cooked meal. She glanced over to bunk beds to find them empty. She then turned her head to Ginny’s bed that Lily conjured up for her to find it empty with the covers askew. She slowly got up out of bed and tamed her frizzy hair before throwing on a house coat and walking down the stairs. She heard laughter as she walked into the kitchen and smiled to herself as she looked up at the mistle toe.

“Good morning!” Lily said brightly. “Happy Christmas, love!” She finished before running over and giving her a big hug.

“Morning. Happy Christmas everyone.” Hermione said politely.”

“We’ve been waiting for you to open presents!” Holly said, impatiently. “So hurry your butt over here!”

Hermione laughed and sat down next to the Christmas tree and passed out her gifts she got for everyone. They were small gifts, mainly for a thank you gift for their hospitality. She however gave all the kids “Ditchaquills”, which were quills that corrected your spelling mistakes by nagging at you until you made the correction.

“Try them out, they’re fantastic!” Hermione beamed.

Ron laughed and wrote the word “Kristmas” on the back of a piece of wrapping paper. He jumped when the quill yelled at him.

“Were you born yesterday? It’s C-h-r-i-s-t-m-a-s you fool!” The quill shouted.

Everyone went silent in the room but began laughing as soon as the novelty of the item sank in.

“Er, you can change the volume and the harshness of the tone of voice as well.” Hermione said, getting embarrassed.

“I love it! Thanks Hermione.” Rafe said with a smile.

“Any quill that will yell at my brother is the best quill I’ve ever seen!” Ginny said with a shove to Ron’s ribs.

The present exchange was long but exciting. The best reaction was Lily when Harry gave her the necklace. She broke down in tears and hugged Harry so tight; Hermione thought his eyes would pop out.

“Okay Mom I get the point, you like it.”


The rest of the day went smoothly and by the end of Christmas vacation, Hermione thought she would have to go up a size in pants. She wondered how the Potter family weren’t 300 lbs each with all that great cooking. Hermione stood in the twins’ room and double checked to make sure she had everything. She turned around to leave but Sirius was in the door way blocking her exit.

“Can you tell me something?” He said quietly.

“Sure.” She answered, fiddling with the handle of her suitcase.

“Should I move on?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked with a strange expression.

“Should I be searching for a wife? I don’t want to die alone, Hermione. Or is my life going to change when you enter your seventh year? I need to know now.”

As if she was planning this answer for some time, she spoke right away.

“I’ll come back for you. I promise.” She said, before walking by him and downstairs to meet everyone.

Chapter 10: Potatos and Purple Ribs
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She couldn’t believe she was finally going back to see Sirius. Hermione almost forgot what his voice sounded like and the exact blue of his eyes. She stood in Dumbledore’s office, shaking with anticipation and overcome with nerves. Ron, Rafe, Harry, Ginny and the Potter twins were all in there to see her off. Hermione paced around the office clenching the time turner in her hand, hoping not to squeeze it too tight. It was finally the day. The very day that she has been looking forward to since she decided to come back to the current time.

“Miss Granger, you understand that once you turn that necklace, the time you end up in is your home forever?” Dumbledore said, glancing at his clock on the wall.

“Yes sir. I understand completely.” Hermione answered in a monotone voice.

“Very well. Once you are ready, you may begin turning. You already know the exact amount of turns, but do you need to be reminded?”

“No sir, I have them down. Er, thank you very much…for everything Headmaster.”

“I look forward to seeing you again. Oh, and Miss Granger?”


“Do keep those boys in line.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled and gave her a small wink.

Hermione laughed under her breath before giving her friends a quick hug again. Harry was pained to let her go, especially when she was leaving to go be with his godfather. Hermione hoped that one day he’ll realize why she’s doing this. Hermione took a deep breath and smiled at her friends, holding back the tears. She began turning the necklace and the familiar sensation came back as her insides pulled and she began going back in time. She opened her eyes to see the office that she was just in, only with a more not so modern look.

“Welcome back.” Said Dumbledore’s voice from behind her, making her jump.

“Oh! Thank you sir.” She said, catching her breath.

“Miss Granger—“

Hermione didn’t wait to hear what he was going to say. She ran down the spiral staircase at top speed, heading for the Gryffindor common room. She lost count of how many people she ran into before running into someone very familiar.

“Hermione?” Said a young Remus walking with Jenna, hand in hand. “Is that you?”

“Oh my gosh!” Hermione jumped into his arms, pulling them both into a neck breaking hug. “I’m back! I missed you guys but I can’t talk now!”

Hermione ran as Remus was trying to say something. She didn’t even bother to listen. She came to the Fat Lady who was surprisingly not singing, but rather glaring at Hermione with an odd expression.

“Password?” She said in the bitterest tone.

“Oh…erm.. I don’t know it yet. But I’m a Gryffindor! I’m Hermione—“

“Sour sickles.” Said a voice from beside her. She immediately recognized it. She turned to see a blonde student in Gryffindor robes who completely attached her lips to someone’s neck. Hermione took a second glance at those blue eyes that belonged to…

“Sirius?” Hermione gasped, as her entire stomach’s contents lurched up into her throat.

“Hermione? Oh hey, you’re back already?” Sirius asked, as if he was talking to James or Remus. “This is Carly.” He finished, pointing the girl attached to his neck.

“Are you joking me? I risked everything coming back here for you! I left my entire life and I can’t go back! And now you’re saying that you’ve with this blonde bimbo?”

At this time, Remus, James, Lily and Dumbledore surrounded her. Hermione studied the unusual crowd and turned her attention back to Sirius who glared at her.

“Why should I be with you? You have a thing for Harry.” He spat out.

“What?” Hermione’s head spun. This wasn’t making sense the least bit.

“You like Harry, admit it.” His tone was getting ruder by the word.

“No, I don’t! Why are you saying this?” Hermione cried out, as tears cascaded down her face.

“Say it! You like him!”

“Fine, I like Harry!” Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs.

Hermione woke from her awful dream suddenly; on her way back to Hogwarts after Christmas break. She sat upright in her seat, breathing heavily. She looked around to see Rafe, Ron and Harry looking at her with the strangest expression. Harry’s face was pink and Ron looked like he was going to vomit all over her shoes. Rafe on the other hand looked like he just lost a member of his family.

“Good dream?” Ron blurted out.

Hermione gasped, feeling more embarrassed then any other situation in her life. Her face felt like it was radiating enough heat to bake cookies on. She swallowed loudly and cast Harry the lamest smile she could muster up as if she was silently telling him nothing was going on between them. Unfortunately, it was just another lame smile.

“I need to go change into my robes now!” Hermione stood up and left the compartment to escape the embarrassment. She concluded that if she stayed, the heat off hers and Harry’s faces would create a sauna so she left for her friend’s benefit.


The first week back to school was in her opinion, the most awkward week at Hogwarts. After she admitted her feelings for Harry in loud dream, Hermione made it her mission to avoid anyone who was in that compartment. She convinced herself that the dream she had was a sign to forget all feelings for Harry. On top of that, she downright thought that she was only feeling that way for him out of sympathy. In the end, she would just be leaving him.

“Hermione, are you okay?” Ron asked her at dinner time, the first Friday back.

Hermione steered her attention from stabbing her potato with her fork to look at Ron.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m tired, don’t worry.” Hermione looked back to her almost demolished potato, realizing it looked like a garden gnome road kill.

A tap on her shoulder made her scrape her fork across the plate, shoving the garden gnome potato to the table. She turned her head to see an uncomfortable Harry standing there.

“Want to go for a walk?” He asked, while wincing.

“Sure.” Hermione answered, before Ron could say any wise ass comments.

They walked from the Great Hall and onto the winter grounds. Harry still hasn’t said a word.

“Harry, is something wrong?” Hermione asked, as her breath clouded in front of her.

“Remember how the first week you came back, you told Malfoy I was only half-blood?” Harry, said, holding his ribs.

“Erm, yes.” She answered, feeling like she was going to feel guilty in a minute.

“Well the word got around my house.” He answered, not making eye contact with her.

Hermione stopped and tugged at his robes, lifting them up slightly to see his purple ribs. She gasped and put her hands over the bruise to feel the swelling.

“Oh my gosh, Harry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you—“

“Don’t worry about it. But your icy hands and the winter air doesn’t really help either.” He answered, laughing under his breath.

“Oh sorry!” Hermione pulled down his shirt and laughed nervously.

Harry looked into her eyes, smiling at her. His green eyes pierced into hers, making her smile at him. Before she knew it, Harry’s lips were softly against hers. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She found her hands tangled in his hair, before realizing that she was actually kissing him. She pulled back suddenly, out of breath and looking at him as if he just slapped her in the face.

“You okay?” Harry asked, trying to figure out why she pulled away so quick.

“Harry, erm, I can’t I’m —“

“In love with my godfather?” Harry snapped.

“Harry! I told you that because I trusted you. Why would you say that? You’re a prat!” Hermione yelled, before walking back to the castle.


Hermione lay in her bed that night, thinking about the past week. She’s had awkward dreams before, but none that have shook her up this much. She did the only thing that came to mind. She went over to her desk and grabbed parchment and a quill and began to write.

Dear Sirius,

You might think I’m going insane here, but I need to make sure of something. I had an awful dream that I returned to you and you were with another girl. I have to admit, Harry and I are getting closer and I didn’t want you to find out from some one else. Please tell me you’ll be there for me when I get back.


Hermione stared at her note, wondering if she should send it. After about ½ hour of staring and contemplating, she snuck out from her dorm and went to the owlry to send off her letter.

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A couple of weeks went by and there was still no word from Sirius. Hermione was on the edge of her seat every time the owls came into the Great Hall. She finally came to the conclusion that her letter must have freaked him out. The tension between Ron, Rafe and Hermione finally settled and the two boys could actually talk with her without envisioning her screaming her undying feelings for Harry on the train. Harry made it his goal in life to add Hermione to his list of people to hate and avoid. She tried to speak to him at many occasions, but he turned away with absolutely no comments. Every time she saw him, he seemed to have a fresh bruise or cut.

“Argh! Not again!” Rafe cried out as an owl dropped a letter in his soup at supper time one Friday night in February.

Rafe took out the letter and attempted to dry the letter on his sleeve, while his owl drank from his glass when he wasn’t looking. Ron opened his mouth to tell him but smirked and fiddled with his fork.

“Bloody owl’s a menace.” Rafe muttered under his breath.

“He’s kind of cute.” Hermione supplemented, pointing to the small brown owl with her fork.

“Yeah? You want him? He’s all yours Hermione.” Rafe said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione ripped off a piece of bread and put it on the table to get the owl away from Rafe’s glass, against Ron’s amusement. She stroked the owl’s small beak and smiled as it nipped at her finger.

“Aw, what’s his name?”

“Pos.” He said, trying to open the soggy letter without tearing it.

Hermione scrunched her nose and stared back at the owl.


“Acronym for Piece of Shit.” He said, finally opening the letter.

“He’s not kidding.” Ron added, feeding the owl to let it fly away.

Hermione stifled out a laugh, but it was interrupted with Rafe laughing to himself.

“Dear Merlin, uncle Sirius has found himself a girlfriend!” Rafe laughed, hitting his hand off the table. “Took him this long to find someone! I thought he was just about ready to come out of the closet!”

Hermione choked on her juice, feeling her face go red with so many emotions.

“Is the letter from Sirius?” Hermione asked, taking deep breaths between words.

“No, it’s from my dad. He said that Sirius brought this woman to dinner at my house the other night. She sounds alright. She’s called Emelia…strange sounding but in dad’s words she’s a ‘elegant lady with a strong head on her shoulders’.” Rafe said in his most fatherly like tone.

“Meaning she’s a hottie but suffered from some tragic event, which is why she’s been single this long as well.” Ron said, grabbing the letter.

Hermione still didn’t speak, but nodded slowly, hoping to come off as normal as possible.

“Are you joking? They want us to come home this weekend to have a family Valentine’s dinner!” Ron said, clearly disgusted. “Yeah, I want to see everyone I know getting all lovey dovey with each other.” He finished, shuddering at the thought.

“Um, do you guys always spend Valentines together?” Hermione asked with a smile, finding this really amusing.

“No, never.” Rafe started. “I’m assuming that it’s uncle Sirius’ idea so we can actually see him with a woman to prove that he’s not gay. I’ve been trying to convince him for years.”

“You’ve never actually seen him with a woman?” Hermione asked quietly.

“No. He’s still broken over some girl in school.” Rafe said, changing his expression, remembering that Hermione told him about her and Sirius. He smiled nervously, knowing that this news hurt her.

“Hermione, you’re invited too.” Ron said, interrupting Rafe.

“Oh! Great!” Hermione joked, in her most sarcastic manner. “When is this family Valentines?” She asked, pressing her lips together so she wouldn’t laugh.

“Tomorrow.” Rafe said quietly, hoping to change the subject. “Look, I say we don’t go. It’s a stupid idea.”

“No, let’s go! I have to meet her!” Ron laughed, standing up at the table. “I’ll see you guys later, I must pack and write my parents and see if they’re going.”

Ron left, still laughing to himself. Hermione looked down at her plate and then back up at Rafe.

“I’m so sorry Hermione. I’m such a jerk. You told me about your past with Sirius and I just rub it in about his new…girlfriend.”

“Its fine, Rafe. It’s not your fault things are so messed up. I think it might be best if we go and be supportive. Maybe it will help me get over him.” Hermione lied, feeling her whole body ache. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Hermione stood up and walked from the Great Hall before he could say something. When walking back to the common room, she spotted Harry walking in from outside. She ran up to him and started walking beside him without saying anything. He took a couple steps, but finally stopped and turned to her.

“Stalking is illegal.” He sat flatly.

Hermione flung her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, completely taking him off guard. He tensed up and silently protested at first, but eventually wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You going to tell me what’s going on?” He whispered in her ear.

Hermione shook her head and pulled away, smirking to herself as a truly evil plan came about in her mind.

“You going home tomorrow?” Hermione asked in a mock coy voice.

“Yeah, uncle Sirius owled me about some dinner thing tomorrow.” Harry sighed, clearly not impressed.

“Good.” She replied shortly. “Me too. I’ll see you there then.” Hermione smiled and walked away.


All night, she lay in bed thinking of her plans. She felt sneaky and somewhat evil for even thinking of it. But with all that negative attitude, she still felt like she was doing this for the greater good, even if some sacrifices will have to be made. After this conclusion, she dozed off to bed, planning a perfect Valentines day outfit to stun the guy she’s crushing over.


Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, feeling completely frustrated. She had on a red turtleneck and a pair of jeans, her hair was a mess and she still looked half asleep. She frowned at her outfit and changed about 5 more times before feeling slightly satisfied. She ditched the red theme and wore a brown longer cut sweater with a beige skirt and brown boots. The v-neck sweater displayed a piece of jewellery that topped off the entire outfit: the very necklace that Sirius gave to her back in time. She smiled in the mirror, and quickly smoothed out her hair, pulling half back, applied some makeup to look awake and went downstairs to meet the others. She put so much effort into her appearance, and concentrated on every detail, even making sure she smells just right.

Harry and Hermione shamelessly flirted on the train ride home. Even a bit overacted, it still bothered Ron and Rafe just the same. She giggled at something Harry said, and held his hand on her lap. She looked into his eyes, as a wave of pity and determinism overcame her.

The train came to a halt, just before Harry could kiss her. Ron jumped up and made sure the kiss wouldn’t happen by engaging in conversation with Hermione until they left the train.

“What are you doing?” Ron asked through gritted teeth, as they both hopped off the train.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hermione lied.

“You’re all over him and you know it.” Ron finished before walking over to his parents that were with the rest of the clan.

Harry came up behind Hermione and wrapped his arm around her waist. Lily dropped her purse in shock, but looked like she could jump for joy any second. James eyed Remus with a brotherly what-is-going-on look and Remus passed that look onto Sirius. Sirius pretended not to see.

“Hi everyone, Happy Valentine’s Day.” Hermione said brightly.

Ron and Rafe shrugged and made rude gestures about the so-called holiday. Remus elbowed Sirius, who finally zoned back in to the conversation.

“Oh.. right. Um, this is Emelia.” Sirius said flatly pointing to the woman beside him.

She was stunning. Dark shiny hair, pulled out of her face, making a perfect canvas for her dark brown eyes and glowing skin. The site of her made Hermione want to vomit all over Emelia’s perfect existence. Emelia smiled and displayed a perfect set of pearly teeth.

“Er, this is Harry, Lily and James’ son.” Sirius pointed at Harry who just glared in their direction. “This is Rafe, Remus and Jenna’s son.” Rafe smiled brightly, clearly trying to dazzle her with his charm. “This is Ron…well I think you know whose child he is.” Sirius laughed nervously pointing to Ron’s hair. “And this is—“ Sirius stopped when he saw the necklace Hermione was wearing. His eyes got big and it was almost like he was reliving his past.

“Hermione. Nice to meet you.” Hermione finished for him, flashing her a set of a dentist’s daughter’s teeth.

“Nice to meet you all. I’ve heard so much about you.” Emelia said, in her typical new acquaintance speech.

“Well, we should be off then. Jenna is back at the house cooking.” Lily said, looking between everyone.

Arriving at the Lupin residence was quite a different experience then going to the Potter’s at Christmas. Their house resembled a large dark farmhouse that over looked acres of forest. It had an eerie yet welcoming feeling. If it wasn’t surrounded by endless gardens, it would for sure resemble a haunted house. They entered the house, but it didn’t resemble a haunted house the least from the inside. It was cozy and old, and the floor boards squeaked under their weight and the fire place crackled in the other room.

“Welcome to our house.” Rafe said, mildly bashful.

Hermione looked around, with a smile on her face. This was a typical home and the feeling she got when she entered with a sense of comfort, which made her miss the exact sensation she received when she went home. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t even know what home was anymore.

“It’s perfect.” She answered truthfully.

About an hour into the visit, they were all lounging around the living room with mugs of hot chocolate in their hands. Ron and Rafe excused themselves to test out the new broom Rafe received for his birthday. Remus was helping Jenna with the dinner, so it left Hermione and Harry, Lily and James and Sirius and Emelia. Lily and James were in an animated conversation at the one end of the room. Hermione was looking between Sirius and Emelia and wanted to laugh so hard, but kept it contained inside. Emelia was trying ever so desperately to get any sort of affection from Sirius but he was too daft to notice. He seemed to be eyeing Harry.

“I bought a new dress today, darling.” Emelia said in her annoyingly high pitched voice, looking at Sirius with a flirtish gaze.

“Mmhmm.” Sirius made some sort of noise that acknowledged that he heard her.

“It’s that colour you like.” She pressed, rubbing his arm and sliding her hand over his. “Pale yellow.” Emelia kissed his cheek, which brought him back into her world.

Sirius looked at her and smiled and kissed her forehead. This burned like nothing else inside Hermione’s stomach. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip out Emelia’s eyes for looking at Sirius with such a look.

“You alright.” Harry whispered in her ear, wrapping his arm around her.

That’s when she realized her jaw was clenched so tight, her teeth were grinding against each other. She released the tight clench and turned to Harry and kissed him right on the lips, making him blush. James and Lily nearly fell off their chair, but silently left the room to leave some privacy. Harry held her tighter, smiling at her with the look she remembered from back in her time. She fought off the guilt, and turned her attention to Sirius who looked like he was going to tackle Harry. He shot Harry a look of hatred, making Hermione feel like she’s breaking up a bond between two people who were fine before she came along.

“Emelia, can you help me with dinner please?” Jenna called out from the kitchen.

“Certainly.” Emelia called back, standing up and kissing Sirius. “Don’t miss me, sugar.”

She winked and left the room.

“Isn’t she great?” Sirius said, casually to Hermione and Harry.

“Er, yeah, she’s…something alright.” Harry answered, awkwardly.

“Where did you two meet?” Hermione asked with mock curiosity.

“At work.” Sirius eyed her with a strange look. “We work together.”

“Isn’t that sweet.” Hermione replied, feeling as fake as could be.

Harry squeezed her shoulder, telling her to stop being so catty.

“I’, going to see Lupins broom.” Harry interjected. “Be good.” He whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek and leaving the room.

Clearly people in this house weren’t subtle the least. Hermione looked at Sirius right in his bright blue eyes, feeling everything inside her twinge.

“What are you doing?” He asked, barely audible with his head hung low.

“What are you doing?” She snapped back.

“Please. What is happening between us?” Sirius pleaded, losing all composure.

“Dinner is ready!” Lily called from the other room. “Ron! Rafe! Where is Harry?”

Hermione could hear Lily walking around the house, looking for everyone.

“We’ll talk later.” Sirius got up and left the room without looking back.

Chapter 12: 13 Spud Pile-up
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Without a doubt, supper time was more awkward then expected from anyone. It was a constant bicker between couples and a silent competition on who can be the most affectionate. Rafe and Ron were clearly not impressed and indulged in a glass of wine when no one was looking. Through the tension at the table, no one caught wind of their activity.

“Darling, can you pass the potatoes?” Emelia asked, with a flirtatious flare.

Sirius picked up the china bowl and gingerly placed it down between them. He turned his attention to Harry, who was whispering something in Hermione’s ear. Sirius began to fork the potatoes onto Emelia’s plate, while trying to listen to their conversation.

“Um, sweetie, that’s good. That’s enough. Stop!” Emelia put her hand over Sirius’ and looked at him with a strange look. “I just wanted a single potato.”

She began to fork back the 13 potatoes that were on her plate, or napkin. Rafe almost busted a gut laughing at the mountainous potato pile in front of the stranger.

“So, Hermione, how are you adjusting to your classes?” Jenna cut in to get the attention off Emelia.

“Well, it was harder then I expected but I’m still maintaining sufficient grades. I am still struggling in Defence Against the Dark Arts. My grade just won’t do for that subject. I was hoping Harry would give me private lessons?”

She batted her eyelashes at Harry. Sirius slopped his drink down the front of him, while Lily clasped her hands together as if gazing at a beautiful object. James eyed Remus and both of their expressions were confused and amused that something so small could irritate Sirius like this.

“Of course I’ll help you.” Harry said, before placing his hand over hers on the table. “I didn’t know you needed help, but I don’t mind the least.” He smiled, almost smirked.

“Can’t you get a tutor from a higher grade? I’m sure there has to be someone better?” Sirius spit out. “I mean, if you want to get the best grade, you want the best of the best!”

The whole table went silent. A clang of Ron’s fork against his wine glass snapped everyone back into reality.

“Harry is the best.” Hermione said flatly. “Not only that, but now we can spend more time together. Much more time.” Hermione finished, almost through gritted teeth.

“Well I think its dessert time!” Jenna said in a panic.

“Good idea!” Lily supplemented. “Hermione, will you help us? And Ron, Rafe what is in those glasses?” Lily grabbed Rafe’s glass as Jenna left for the kitchen.

She smelled it and scowled at them.

“You best be extra nice to me today or I’ll squeal on both of you.” Lily said as her lips formed into a smile.

Hermione met the two of the women in the kitchen to find them huddled together like pre-game talk.

“Where are the plates, I can bring them out?” Hermione asked, to disturb them.

“Hermione, you better watch yourself.” Jenna said calmly. “It’s taken him forever to get over his first love.”

“You like Harry don’t you?” Lily asked her with big eyes.

“Of course I do. And I will be careful. I’m not doing anything!”

“You’re playing with fire. He’s a grown man. Let him live his life.” Jenna finished before grabbing the cutlery and leaving for the dining room.

Later that night, after many glasses of wine and too much to eat, they all sat around the fire. Hermione excused herself to go to the washroom, where she could sort out her thoughts. Her brain was going a mile a minute and the very thought of Sirius ever marrying another woman, made her sick. She opened the door to leave and was face to face with Sirius.

“You know, some people might find that creepy, listening in like that.” Hermione said with a smirk.

“You going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Well, I just went to the washroom, next I’m going back into the other room—“

“Since when have you and Happy Potter been together?” Sirius asked with no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“A while I guess… You must have been too busy to notice with that woman hanging on to you.”

“You really want to know why I’m with her?” Sirius asked, leaning back on the wall.

“No, but I’m guessing you’ll tell me anyway.”

“In your note, you said you and Harry were getting closer and I just felt if you moved on, then so should I. Hermione, I don’t even know her last name!”

“So you did this to make me jealous?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow with amusement.

“I guess. Do you really like Harry, or are you doing this to make me jealous?”

Hermione wanted to scream out ‘no’ with all her might and that she and Sirius were meant to be. But now she got herself into a hole that she couldn’t dig out. She bit her lip and looked away.

“Um, well.. we’re good friends.”


“I can’t help but have some sort of feelings for him. I really just tried to use him…” Hermione bit her lip as the words slipped out too quickly. “I just don’t know.”

She looked up at him and half expected him to yell or storm away. He stayed there and smiled slightly.

“I can’t keep you from loving another, Hermione. But just know that no matter what you choose, I will accept it and support you. I will not marry…her.”

“Everything okay?” A voice said from beside them.

Hermione turned to see Harry standing there with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just ran into Sirius.” Hermione smiled and walked to Harry. “Looks like the washroom is all yours Sirius.”


The train ride home was silent. Rafe and Ron fell in a deep slumber due to their sneaky glasses of wine, that added up to nearly six or seven. Harry and Hermione found better things to do with their time, but kept silent all the same. They were back at the castle before they knew it. Harry was more then happy to wake Ron and Rafe up from their snooze.

The word of Harry dating a muggle born got through the castle faster then they intended on. Harry began to limp more then usual and Hermione was ignored more by Ron. Holly and Gracie Potter were thrilled to have Hermione in Harry’s life. They, along with Ginny, thought that she was the best influence on him. Hermione found herself lounging around the common room one night at the end of February with Ginny and the Potter twins.

“I can’t believe you’re dating my brother.” Holly said, scrunching up her nose.

Hermione laughed. “It’s not that strange. He’s a good guy.”

“But you don’t know what he was like before you came.” Gracie said, with her arms waving about in animation. “He was the devil! He didn’t even say hi to us in the halls, but now he’ll come up to us and walk with us.” Gracie flipped her black hair over her shoulder and smiled to herself as Ron and Rafe walked in and went to the corner.

Hermione caught wind of Gracie’s awe-struck look towards the boys and smirked.

“Something caught your eye, Gracie? Or should I say, someone?” Hermione asked with a laugh.

“Who?” Ginny shouted. “Who in the world do you like?” Ginny continued, still clueless.

Call it a twin’s intuition but Holly kept silent and darted her eyes between the boys and her sister.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gracie lied, as a pink twinge dusted her pale skin.

“Oh my gosh, who is it Gray?” Ginny asked, standing up and sitting beside Gracie on the couch. “Don’t lie.”

Gracie’s eyes darted towards Ron and Rafe absentmindedly and her blush deepened.

“You like my brother?” Ginny shrieked, putting her hand over her mouth. “Ew! That is disgusting Gracie!”

Gracie shielded her eyes and turned a nice shade of maroon. “It’s not Ron. Jeeze guys, can you change the subject.”

“Since when have you liked Lupin?” Holly interrogated her sister.

“Since right after boys stopped having cooties!” Gracie glared at her twin.

“We never knew!” Ginny replied, with a mock look of fury.

“Doesn’t mean it isn’t true!”

“Ron, Rafe, come over here!” Holly shouted across the room.

The boys’ ears perked up when their names were called. Ron ran over and jumped onto the couch and nearly sent his sister flying off to the floor. Rafe casually strolled over and sat on an arm chair, beside Hermione’s chair.

“What are you girls up to?” Rafe asked, relaxing back in the squashy arm chair.

“Just girl chat, nothing much.” Gracie said quickly.

Everyone’s head turned to her because she spoke abnormally fast. She looked away and fiddled with her hair nervously. Hermione found this rather amusing because for once since her return, the attention was not on her. She barely knew the Potter twins, but she definitely wanted to help Gracie out.

“I’m going to go for a walk, guys. I’ll be back in a bit.” Hermione stood up and excused herself from the talk.

She was hoping that the others would clue in and leave Gracie and Rafe alone. Hermione stepped through the portrait hole and into the hall. She made to walk away, but a tap on the shoulder stopped her. She turned to see blonde-haired Rafe smiling at her.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked quietly. “I know this past month has been murder for you.”

Hermione nodded slowly. “I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Are you actually fine, Hermione. You can tell me.”

Rafe walked closer to her as her eyes filled up.

“Why is this so hard!” She burst out, letting her emotions get the best of her. “Ever since I came back here, life has been nothing but a bloody hassle!”

She crumpled into him, resting her head on her friends shoulder. He held her tight without saying a word. There wasn’t one thing in her life right now that made it worthwhile. She’s using her former best friend to make another man jealous, Ron and Rafe were often leaving her out, and the girls had their own thing going on. Not to mention that school was hard and her mind was always somewhere else.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this, Rafe.” Hermione sobbed.

The portrait door swung open and a gasp interrupted their hug. Hermione pulled back and looked at Gracie, realizing how this looks.

“Oh! I was…just going to see…if you needed some company…Rafe.” She swallowed loud and looked distinctly upset. “But, I guess you don’t.”

Gracie slammed the portrait before either of them could talk.

“What was that all about?” Rafe asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“I should get back inside.”

Hermione ran into the common room in search of Gracie. She had to explain that nothing was going on between them. With all her troubles, she could now add this to them. When it rains, it pours.

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“Gracie, nothing is going on between us. I swear it!” Hermione comforted the black-haired twin in her dormitory.

Gracie sniffed loudly and wiped her eyes on her robes.

“Hermione, I barely know you but I’m going to say it anyway. Don’t screw over my brother!”

Hermione was taken back by her comment. She was not used to having girl friends to full out yell at her. Red with embarrassment, Hermione stood up and took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

“Look, I don’t know what you think of me but I wanted you to know that I do not like Rafe more then a friend. He’s been a sweet guy to me since I’ve returned so I understand how you like him. However, his friendship is all that I want. I have an idea though.”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

“We’ll go on a double date!” Hermione burst out, laughing inside as the words “double date” has never left her mouth before.

“What?” Gracie asked, confused. “Double date? With who?”

“Well…Harry and myself. It won’t be formal or anything. We’ll just go hang out.” Hermione’s voice got quieter as each word trailed forward.

“And me and Rafe?” Gracie asked, lightening her features.

“Unless you want to bring someone else?”

“Yeah that’s a good idea Gracie!” Holly piped up from the bed. “It won’t be too awkward, but not so many people that you can’t talk.”

“Sure… I guess we can do that…If he wants to, I mean.”


After no hesitation, Rafe agreed to this double date that Hermione was dreading. She wasn’t sure if that it was the mere fact that she’s never actually gone on a real date before or the fact that she wasn’t keen on furthering things with Harry. In little more then a week after they decided on this “date”, the day finally came. It was a Saturday that was going to be a Hogsmeade trip anyway, so the date seemed perfect. Hermione put little effort into her outfit, wearing a pair of jeans and a button down blue shirt. She considered changing after seeing Gracie ready to go. Gracie’s shiny black hair fell just above her shoulders, which were covered by a vivid red turtleneck and black pants. Hermione felt underdressed but did not go back up to change. For some strange reason, she didn’t care.

The so-called date was going better then Hermione had expected. However, she was still unsure if Rafe actually caught wind that Gracie liked him. He seemed to miss any sign of flirting, but he was still friendly all the same. Hermione could sense that Gracie was getting frustrated. If only Rafe could pick up on Harry’s pushy suave nature, maybe Gracie would be happier. Hermione, on the other hand, had mixed feelings towards Harry holding her hand under the table.

“Hermione you want a drink?” Rafe asked, after taking Gracie’s order.

“Sure, butterbeer please.”


“Same.” He answered, slightly taken back by the offer.

Hermione smiled in appreciation at Rafe and she could have sworn that Harry might have cracked a smile in his direction as well. He’d never let it show. Gracie let out a deep sigh as Rafe walked away. Hermione sensed her frustration and knew that she should have a talk with Gracie to comfort her in some way. Before she could find a way to get Harry to leave them alone, something or someone caught Hermione’s eye at the entrance of the pub. Before the two of them could see what she was looking at, Hermione excused herself from the table to go to the washroom. She then walked over to the far end of the pub and stood behind a man.

“Checking up on me…Sirius?” Hermione said, slyly.

Sirius turned around with a lopsided grin and laughed loudly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said innocently. “I just happen to be in the area.”

“Lily told you about the date, didn’t she?” Hermione said with a cocky tone.

“She might have slipped it out. After all, I’m just being a good uncle by checking up on Gracie. The word spread quickly about their little date.” Sirius said with a boyish grin.

“Well maybe you want to inform Rafe about this date. He’s too daft to realize that she likes him.”

“Most people are.” Sirius said in a trance-like voice.

“Darling, I got the drinks and— Oh! Hermione, I didn’t see you.” Cooed a sugary voice from the other side of Sirius.

Just as she dreaded, Hermione saw Emelia come into view with a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Oh hi Emelia.” Hermione drawled. “Sorry to interrupt, I’m just here with Harry, Rafe and Gracie.”

“Oh I didn’t know you four were here. Sirius insisted on coming here. What a coincidence.” Emelia finished, flashing Sirius a smile.

“Right.” Hermione muttered quietly. “Well I best be off…Nice to see you again.”

Hermione couldn’t help but look at Sirius one last time before walking back to the table. Harry was watching her every move with a twang of jealousy creeping up his body. Rafe returned with the drinks and the day continued, complete with an awkward silence every so often.

After a long day and a cold walk back to the castle, Harry returned to the Slytherin common room and left Hermione to the wannabe lovebirds. Gracie had completely given up on any romance from Rafe’s general direction and began sulking quietly.

“Er, well today was fun.” Rafe said awkwardly. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.” He smiled softly at Gracie.

Hermione nearly fell down the stairs when he suggested a second date.

“It was fun.” Gracie looked up at Rafe with large eyes.

Hermione wanted nothing more but to leave this situation. Her escape would have been a lot smoother if Rafe and Gracie were not blocking the portrait to the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady looked on in amusement, while clutching a flask of who knows what.

“We should invite Holly, Ron and Ginny next time so all the friends could have been here.” Rafe suggested, clearly becoming dafter at the second.

Hermione looked for somewhere to run and hide or hope that the Fat Lady could re-locate to two feet to the left. But it was too late.

“Rafe Ransley Lupin, can you be more square?” Gracie shouted on the top of her lungs, making the Fat Lady lose grip on her flask.

Rafe’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. Hermione wasn’t quite sure if it was the usage of the middle name or the sudden outburst. She wanted to disappear into a puddle and slither past them to the portrait hole. If only puddle transfiguration was taught in school.

“W-what did I do?” Rafe asked, growing a nice shade of red.

“I like you! Get it? I like you! Not like a friend as you keep referring to me as, but I like like you!” Gracie’s face was pink as it looked like she was just about to throw Rafe off the staircase.

As perfect timing always comes through, Gracie pushed him back slightly, leaving a clear path for Hermione to scoot into the common room and close the portrait hole behind her. She laughed to herself as Rafe was like a replica of Ron.

“How’d it go?” Holly called out from the couch.

“Well, I, gah.” Hermione unintelligently blurted.

“That good eh?” Replied Ginny, who was trying to balance a textbook on her head with no success.


Hermione’s conclusions of the date were completely false, for the next few days Gracie and Rafe became close. She was happy to see him happy and even more ecstatic to not have Gracie mad at her. Days turned into weeks, and the term was getting closer and closer to summer. March flew by with dozens of assignments that were always coming at the most inconvenient times. April barely even felt like a week, let alone a month. It was half way through May before Hermione finally caught up with all her assignments. It was that time when she realized that this term was just about over and her seventh year was just around the corner. She had the summer to think upon her decisions on what year she wanted to live her life. Life in the present time was looking good, but she couldn’t shake off the thoughts of Sirius. She felt empty inside and couldn’t bring herself to realize that he was the missing piece. Hopefully by seventh year, she’ll realize.

Thanks for being patient all! I know the pace is slow, but I can just jump to the ‘good stuff’. Don’t worry there is still a lot of twists and some juicy details. I hope you like where the story is heading. If you have any suggestions, I’m all ears! I’ll be posting more, due to the fact I finally made Trusted Author status so I skip validation now. Wee. Let me know what you think of the story. Sadly, there are only a handful of chapters left. =(

Chapter 14: St. Mungo's Mark
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The term was over. There was no other way to say it. Hermione stood in the train station waiting for her parents who were late for the first time in their lives. The Potters, Lupins and Sirius and Emelia stood with her and her friends after Hermione tried to convince them to let her wait alone. She was looking forward to her solitude away from anything school related so she can think about her upcoming months. Harry stood right by her side with Rafe and Gracie close by, holding hands behind their parents back. Holly and Ginny were saying goodbye to some friends, while Ron stared up at the large clock as seeing if time stopped.

“Really, they will be here any second. You all can go.” Hermione said as politely as she could.

“We’re not in any hurry.” Sirius said with a gentle smile.

“So, Hermione, I suspect we’ll be seeing you this summer?” Lily asked in a motherly tone. “Since somebody has a big birthday in July.” She finished before James clapped a hand on Harry’s back.

“Oh yes, you’ll see me. Don’t worry.” Hermione looked down at her feet, knowing the only person she’ll be going there to see is Sirius.

“I see that you managed to keep up all your grades, Hermione. You did excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts. How did you do it?” Remus asked in a quiet voice.

“I can’t say it was easy.” Hermione said with a sigh. “I had help though.” She smiled at Rafe and then at Harry, who helped her more then she could ever hope.

Harry rubbed her back and Rafe made a curt nod in her direction as if saying “no problem”. Remus looked over at Rafe who was whispering something in Gracie’s ear, which was making her giggle.

“Am I the only one who didn’t know this was going on?” Remus asked, as calmly as possibly, nodding at his son’s direction.

“Yes honey, I think you are.” Jenna said with a grin.

“You knew?” Remus turned to his wife with a glare.

“We all knew.” Sirius said with a laugh. “C’mon Moony, you work at the school and you couldn’t even figure it out. Even Dumbledore knew!”

“Oh wow, I’m really out of the loop if Dumbledore knows more about my son than I do.” Remus frowned.

“C’mon dad, I was going to tell you. But I knew you’d be telling me to—“

“Focus on your school work.” James and Sirius said together.

“Am I really that predictable?” Remus frowned once again.

“Yes.” They said again in unison, which sounded like Jenna said it as well.

“Mom!” Hermione called out as Mrs. Granger came into view, clutching her purse as if she was going to be attacked any second.

“Oh there you are. Sorry I’m late dear.” Her mom kissed her on the forehead and smiled. “One of my patients couldn’t decide on what colour of filling to get.” She sighed and turned to everyone else. “Nice to see everyone again, but Hermione we better be going. I’m parked in a No Parking zone.”

“Okay then.” Hermione said awkwardly.

She walked over and hugged Ron, Gracie and Rafe. She gave an awkward handshake to Remus, hugged Jenna, Lily, James, ignored Emelia and turned to Sirius. They both put out their hands to shake but changed it to a hug last minute.

“See you soon.” She whispered to him.

She turned to Harry and hoped to Merlin that he wouldn’t put on the dramatics in front her mom. He hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll write, I promise.” He said with a genuine smile, which warmed her body.

“I know you will, Harry. I’ll come visit you very soon. Once I get unpacked and all.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek again as her mom was checking to see if her car was towed.

She turned from everyone and began walking with her mom. She turned back to them with one last wave and watched them all wave back with bright smiles. Just as she was about to continue walking, something caught her attention, which just about winded her. Her eyes focused on Emelia’s arm as her sleeve was lifted with her wave. Hermione gasped loudly as her face sunk with fear. The Dark Mark was tattooed on the inside of Emelia’s forearm glowing as dark as could be.

“What is that!” Hermione came running back to the group of people. “Show me your arm!” She could have sworn smoke was coming out of her ears as she was yelling.

Her friends looked on with wide eyes as Emelia was a dark shade of scarlet.

“Hermione, what is the matter?” Mrs Granger followed her back with a concerned look.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

No one else spoke.

“Oh…you like this bracelet?” Emelia sputtered. “I-I got it in Portugal when I was there on work.”

She held up her wrist, which bared a tacky turquoise bracelet with lime green beads. Hermione glared into her eyes, hoping to burn a hole through to the other side.

“The other arm.” Hermione said in a raspy voice, which didn’t resemble her own.

Emelia placed a hand over her forearm and gave her a funny look. She clenched it slightly, but rolled up her sleeve to show her bare blank arm…no Dark Mark.

“Where did it go?” Hermione demanded, as Sirius stepped forward to get a better glance at Emelia’s arm.

“Where is what?” Sirius asked. “What is going on?”

“She’s a Death Eater!” Hermione shouted, pointing at Emelia. “I saw her mark!”

“Shh! Hermione, don’t even!” Jenna stepped forward and looked around to see other people looking. “That is just rude!”

Emelia held her hand daintily over her eyes in a dramatic cry. She made a whine-like whimper and walked towards the washroom. Even Harry wouldn’t even look at her. Everything fell silent as Hermione’s panting subsided. She had to have said some sort of concealment charm. Hermione’s insides were churning and her face was red with fury.

“Let’s go dear.” Mrs Granger said softly.

She put a hand on her daughters shoulder and led her out of the station. Hermione couldn’t even look back at people. She dragged her feet, making her steps echo in the station. She didn’t know if she should be embarrassed or scared for their lives. She knew she saw the mark on her arm. But where did it go?


A month went by and she hadn’t received one letter from any of her friends—not even Harry. She hoped that he’d at least support her through this, but for some reason, he didn’t bother to write. Hermione didn’t even bother to subscribe to any Wizarding newspapers, so she was somewhat lost on what was going on outside the Muggle world.

Hermione clenched a quill in her hand, one afternoon, while staring down at the parchment. She wrote the name “Sirius” at the top with her neatest writing. She looped the S until it was barely noticeable what letter it was. She held the quill over the parchment, without even realizing that a blob of ink fell onto the white paper.

I don’t know what I can say for you to believe me. I hope of all people, you’ll understand. I would never lie to you. I need to meet you—“

Before she could finish her letter, a soft tapping on her window interrupted her thoughts. She looked over to see a small black owl with piercing yellow eyes, tapping it’s small beak against the glass. Hermione jumped out of her seat, so excited to finally hear from anyone outside the Muggle world. She opened her window and the black owl flew at her face, scratching the rolled parchment against her cheek. Slightly irritated, Hermione untied the scroll and ripped off a piece of crust from her sandwich she was eating and sat on her bed. Her vibrant smile faded instantly when she read the letter.

Come to St. Mungo’s. Sirius is not doing well. I can’t explain more. I hope the Muggle world is doing better then this. See you soon.


Chapter 15: Come What May
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Hermione arrived at St. Mungo’s about two hours after receiving Lily’s letter. She hadn’t even bothered to tell her parents where she was going, and didn’t even think of leaving a note for them. Her hair was dangerously frizzy as it didn’t even cross her mind to touch it. There was only one thing, or person, on her mind—Sirius. Why couldn’t Lily write something of use? How was she supposed to know how serious things were? She muttered her way through the main floor of St. Mungo’s, as her nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of sick. It had a very distinct smell to it. It was a mixture of various ointments and cafeteria food.

It sort of makes you ill to your stomach , Hermione thought as she pushed her way to the front desk.

“Sirius Black!” Hermione said, completely out of breath.

“No, can’t say I am. I’m Claudette Alberquoi.” She grinned and rifled through her papers.

“Are you joking me? This is not time for jokes! Where is Sirius Black?” Hermione looked at the receptionist with disgust.

“Trust me, you need it with all the stuff I see. Very well…Ah…” She started as she came to his name in the book. “Mr. Black…shame…he’s on the Fourth floor, dear.”

She cast Hermione a pitiful smile before Hermione darted towards the lift. She pressed the number four button about 10 times before the lift doors closed.

“You know, pressing the number constantly does not increase the speed.”

Hermione turned around to see a man with a toilet somehow attached to his head. She noticed the flusher on the collar of his robes. There was nothing to say to make that situation less uncomfortable—but it did take her mind off things…for a second or two.

The fourth floor came and they both got off the lift. The sign read “Fourth Floor: Spell Damage”. The toilet-headed man turned to her before she could run off.

“Never let your kids practice transfiguration on you.” He said with a chuckle.

Hermione tried to smile but it came across as a lazy snarl. She spotted a bunch of bright red hair that could only belong to the Weasley clan. She ran at top speed, nearly knocking into a cart of bed pans.


The whole group of them turned to her and Hermione was taken back by the matching coloured red eyes. Every single one of them had blood shot swollen eyes. A lump came into her throat as she fought back the taste of bile in her mouth. She slowed right down as she came closer and halted as she saw the room crowded with the Lupins, Potters and Weasley’s—no Emelia.

“W-w-what happened?” Hermione choked out as Lily and James came out of the room, looking sullen and weary.

“I see you got my letter.” Lily said quietly, with no expression.

“Please. What happened?” Hermione pleaded.

“He was the best Auror. Everyone knew it.” James said, completely monotone, staring at the ground. “My best friend.”

Lily rubbed his back, as the Potter twins comforted their dad.

“What happened!” Hermione lost her patience and took everyone off guard with her shrill voice.

“Hermione, please.” Remus walked out of the room, looking like a full moon was tonight—but it wasn’t. “Sirius…Sirius was attacked and almost tortured to death. He’s alive…but.”

Even Remus wasn’t making sense. Hermione pushed by them and entered the room, but stopped and gasped as she saw Sirius in the bed. He was staring up at the ceiling, smiling with his eyes wide open. He constantly clutched on the covers and tried to rip them apart. He didn’t even take notice to Hermione entering. There was no sign of injury. She turned back to Remus and hoped for some explanation.

“Cruciatus.” He said softly.

Hermione remembered the exact way Neville’s parents acted and she sobbed out loud.

“You mean—“

“It’s permanent.” James said. “He’s like this forever.”

“Does he talk?” Hermione asked, as tears ran down her face.

Lily shook her head and bit her lip to fight back the crying.

“He doesn’t know who we are.”

“How did this happen? Who did this? It was her! It was, wasn’t it! I warned you! I told all you that she was a Death Eater! But no one believed me! We could have prevented this, but you took her word over mine!” Hermione could have sworn that smoke was coming from her ears.

She was red in the face and the hot tears burned as they slithered down her cheek. No one would look at her.

“How were we supposed to know?” Jenna asked quietly. “There were no signs.”

“Did-you-want-a-large-sign-with-I-AM-A-DEATH-EATER-over-her-head?” Hermione asked, in a monotone voice, sounding like she was spelling it out. “I told you. I saw the mark and I warned you. I told you all. But you stood there making me feel I was an idiot! I thought I was going crazy!”

“There’s nothing we can say to make this better, Hermione, so these accusations don’t help.” James snapped.

Hermione said nothing, but turned back to Sirius and inched her way to the bed. She put her hand over his as if she was comforting him. He didn’t flinch, but he turned to her with a dazed gaze and almost smiled. She smiled at him with hopes that he’ll just jump up to his senses and be okay. But the fact was, this would never happen. He’ll never smile with purpose or yell in rage because the very essence of his belonging was dead.

“Sirius…”She said softly, as she sniffed loudly. “I am so sorry. I should have written you earlier. I know you can hear me. Please. This is all my fault. I should have told you that I was coming back for you. I shouldn’t have dated Harry to make you jealous.” She hoped that Lily and James didn’t hear that. “I was foolish, and I ended up ruining your life. I wish I could make this right.” Hermione put her head down, but sprung up immediately. “I can make this right. And I will.”

She squeezed his hand and whispered “I’ll see you soon” in his ear before turning to the others.

“I can make this right.”

“What are you talking about?” Lily said, with a frown.

“20 years ago, Sirius was not like this. If only things were different.” She said with a smirk.

“You’re going back?” James asked, with a glint of hope.

“I am going back. You will not know of Emelia, this time around.”

“Hermione, don’t risk your life for this cause.” Remus said, in a calm manner.

She smiled and looked at him. “Some one once told me that you can only give your heart away once. I truly believe that. And my heart is not in this time. I am sorry, but my life will not be complete if I stay in this time. Tell Harry I’m sorry.” Hermione bit her lip hard as she thought of his reaction.

Lily and James didn’t say a word. “You tell him, yourself.” Lily said with a bit of an edge.

“Tell me what?” Harry entered the room, holding a tray of coffees. “What do you need to tell me?”

Hermione’s heart was beating so loud, that she couldn’t even hear the clock tick. She grabbed Harry’s hand gently and led him out of the room. They walked over to a pair of chairs without saying a word.

“Harry…I’m…so sorry…I don’t want you to think that I was using you. I’ll be honest. At first, my intentions were dishonest. But I grew very fond of you. I am so sorry.” She was crying into her hands at this point, as Harry stared at her with no response. “Don’t think I’m wicked, because I did like you…a lot—“

“You’re going back?” Harry asked, as if he already knew the answer.

She nodded and tried not to look at him.

“I always knew you would. I just had the faintest hope that you’d stay…for me.”

Hermione closed her eyes as the tears squeezed out and landed on her lap.

“I guess it’s all for the best.” He stood up and looked down on her. “You changed me into a better person. For that, I couldn’t be more thankful for.”

He smiled softly and walked towards the room and vanished within the doors. Hermione shakily stood up and walked closer to the group. She tried her very hardest to keep her composure.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Those are the only words that came from her lips. She hobbled down to the lift and out of the front doors of St. Mungo’s. She didn’t look back—not even once. She knew all along that she’d go back, but it didn’t make it easier the least. She would have to leave her parents behind with nothing, and she knew they wouldn’t understand. They’d think she was leaving them for a boy. But he wasn’t just any boy. He was the boy, and she was going back for him…because she never should have left him to begin with. She couldn’t decide what she’d miss most about this time, but she hoped that she would fit in, as this was not the case in the present time. She was more then ready to go back in time and face whatever comes her way. Come what may.


Can you believe it’s over? Well for those of you who haven’t checked out my author page, there is a banner being shown for my newest story…I Turn To You: Sequel to Come What May. So, if you wish, you can follow Hermione and Sirius through their Seventh Year and beyond. Thanks so much to everyone for all the reviews. I hope you liked reading it as much as I loved writing it! I never expected this series to be this big! Actually I never expected it to be a series! So, once again, thank you! You’ve all been great reviewers and readers. It really kept me going=) =)