"Hello!"

Hermione entered Twelve Grimmauld Place; she had recently acquired her own key. Harry heard her and bounded up to her first, he hugged her.

"You're so fucking clever! I can never thank you enough!"

A grin beamed on Hermione's face that mirrored Harry's.

"Where are they then?" asked Hermione excitedly.

"Come through," Harry said as he took Hermione's hand and led her through the dingy hallway into the kitchen.

Grimmauld Place was just as Hermione remembered it from three years ago – shadowy with a musty smell in the air.

"Hermione!"

All the breath was knocked out of her. Sirius and Remus had spotted Hermione in the kitchen doorway then grabbed her.

"Hermione. How did you do it? Oh Hermione…" sobbed Sirius.

He broke down into tears.

Remus didn't cry, he said, "Thankyou so much, Hermione. I can't believe you did it! You're a talented witch."

Hermione smiled, "It's fine you two know! I only did a bit or tinkering-"

"'A bit of tinkering' can't have un-dead-ed these two!" interrupted Harry. "You're so modest!"

Sirius had grabbed Hermione again and was squeezing her again.

"Morning Remus," croaked Hermione. "Can I share your en-suite?"

"'Course," answered Remus in a muffled echoey voice. "I have no idea why you chose mine to share though…"

He peered up from the toilet bowl.

"Ugh!" Hermione exclaimed. "Nothing like a good hangover in the morning to celebrate being alive again!"

"Yeah well…you forget hangovers come after extreme-drinking when you've been dead for a year."

Hermione's laugh came out muffled as she brushed her teeth.

"Shiriush obviouushly fogott tooh!" Hermione gargled.

"Indeed."

Hermione spat, then paused in thought.

"Remus…Remus, what's it like… to die?"

Remus's face twitched, he blinked. Thinking, he tugged at his hair with a comb.

"Hmm… that's a tough question…"

"Sorry. You know… I can't help but be curious, sorry – don't answer it!"

"No! No. Well physically it didn't hurt."

"Really. Don't answer it. It's fine! I'll die one day – then I'll know!"

Remus laughed dryly.

"You're like no-one else I know!"

"That's probably because most of the people you knew died."

"Shit. And I should be the morbid one…"

Remus stopped combing his hair to study Hermione.

"You said lots of people died. Why did you – or could you – only take back me and Sirius?"

An ashamed look flooded over Hermione's face. She broke eye contact with Remus.

"You don't want… Tonks back do you? Because… – you do know I do feel bad – when I had this whole idea in mind. I just don't want to talk."

Hermione paused again before speaking.

"I didn't want the celebrations and the firewhiskey. I didn't know how you felt – how you feel. Even if you love her..."

Tears welled in Hermione's eyes as she looked Remus in the eye.

"There's something special between Sirius and you."

"I'm getting breakfast," spat Remus. "Though I'm a little afraid that I might throw it back up after speaking to you."

He pulled his trousers on and strode out of the bedroom.

Hermione had finally worked out how to bring back souls. She didn't want to cause an uproar by bringing everyone back. It didn't seem natural. She instead brought back two people that she thought deserved each other more than any other in the world.

Sirius and Remus.

"Sirius?"

"Hello Hermione!"

Sirius winked at Hermione. She blinked.

"I've been reading a book, Sirius. A manga actually, 'Chobits'."

"Lovely. I do know what a book is Hermione, don't worry. I did come back with my brains too."

Hermione grinned at Sirius. She couldn't help but wonder how old he was as Sirius grinned back – showing his perfectly intact gnashers.

"Have you thought about who might be your 'one person in the world', Sirius?"

"My what?"

That was the answer Hermione had been hoping for.

"Oh! It's the subject in Chobits. You should read it! Plus everybody has their 'one person in the world'! They just need to find them."

Sirius has just poured a glass of cooking sherry.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Yup."

"Or is it because inside you're yearning for your 'one person in the world'?"

Hermione presented Sirius with series one, two and three of Chobits.

"It's about accepting who your 'one person in the world' is."

"Okaay…" said Sirius, taking the books.

"Don't worry, they're picture books so they don't take long to read."

Hermione stood up from the kitchen tableand retrieved her mack and haversack from the cloakroom .

"I'm going to see McGonagall now. I'll see you soon. You know, maybe you're finding it hard to accept who your 'one person in the world' is."

Sirius looked confused.

"Explain."

"Well. It's just even if you love someone it doesn't mean you or your 'one person in the world' can accept it."