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CWM 15
By: Jaydah

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=) =)

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