Hermione was sat at the dinner table trying to hold back her sobs which threatened to take over her.
"I'm so sorry, Hermione," Sirius said sympathetically as he took her hand.
"It's not your fault, Sirius. You didn't do that to them," Hermione said trying to regain her composure.
The war had ended six months ago and whilst Hermione had been busy rebuilding the Wizarding world, Sirius had gone to Australia in search of her parents.
He had found that he was three months too late as Death Eater's had somehow found out their new names and location and had decided to pay them a little visit. The Australian forces had told Sirius that they had been completely unrecognisable apart from their teeth.
"It's not your fault either, Hermione. You were only trying to keep them safe and you know that they would have died a lot sooner if you hadn't," Sirius said reassuringly.
"I know they would have, but they died not knowing who I was," Hermione said finally breaking into sobs.
Sirius moved from his chair opposite and knelt at the side of her.
Taking her hands into his he said, "I am sure that one of the more powerful Death Eater's would have broken through the charm, like Voldemort did for Bertha Jorkins. They would have known what you did, and they would know it was because you loved them and wanted to keep them safe,"
Hermione squeezed his hands to let him know that she had understood because she could not speak through her sobs.
That night, Sirius held her tightly as she cried for the parents she would never see again.