Hello Everyone! So this is my second attempt at making a mult-chapter fan fic, since I am known for my one-shots. I started a mult-chapter one over a year ago, and it just didn't go anywhere! BUT DO NOT FRET, oh lovely ones, I have this one all planned out, just not fully written!

Here's the deal:
-it is part song fic, which is "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls.
-Lyrics are in italics...though that should be obvious
-The song stanzas/verses don't always follow the chapters, some might be broken up into other chapters.
-The chapters will be relatively short, except for the 2nd chapter (that I know for a fact will be the longest)
-Mature content is excepted, aka smut!
-Depending on YOUR REVIEWS I will continue this story and update

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter fandom or the Goo Goo Doll fandom; all the credit goes to the original creators. No monetary funds have been or will be received for the writing of this story.

It had been seven years, but Hermione finally willed herself to revisit the Department of Mysteries. In the past seven years she had witnessed gruesome deaths, betrayals, and the darkest magic imaginable, yet nothing compared to the most compelling tragedy in her life: heartbreak.

Now seven years older than the naïve 15 year old, Hermione has seen the world at its highest and lowest of times. She spent most of those seven years travelling the world and experiencing new things, both muggle and wizard. Everyone in the wizarding world has known of her successes both in the war and as a brilliant minded witch, but no one knew that the Hermione they were seeing was a only a façade of what she thought she needed to come off as. Her intellect and bravery were pure, yet her heart and her zest for life had been ripped out of her.

The only sounds in the Department of Mysteries were the hollow clicks of her heals against the floor and her shallow breaths as she moved past the thousands of crystal balls that held prophecies yet to be heard. She weaved her way between the rows of the unspoken prophecies, making sure not to knock one down to only shatter on the cold floor.

And then she saw it, standing ominously in the room that held so many memories, each one of which chipped away Hermione's sanity and sense of being: the veil.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

Hermione broke down to her knees, her left hand reaching for the side of the veil for support. Inside the ripped curtains was an enigma, yet it held the remnants of Sirius Black, her lover. Her hand moved up and down the side of the veil while her other hand clutched at her heart, or what was left of it. If only she could see him again, to touch him, to be near him…

Because I know that you feel me some how

Tears ran down her cheeks without a sign of stopping, her lips fighting to keep from releasing her tortured cries. She took in a haggard breath and spoke as if Sirius was with her and not just a memory.

"I'm sorry that I haven't come here sooner…it's been so hard," she whispered, her hand still aimlessly caressing the side of the veil.

"I really believe that you can hear me, even feel my breath against your cheek…I miss you so much that it hurts me even to ponder the thought…" she paused, trying to collect herself but to no avail.

"I WASN'T EVEN THERE FOR YOU, I WAS UNCONCIOUS AND IN PAIN!" she screamed, allowing for her pent up anger, frustration, and guilt take control. Her body shook and convulsed as she collapsed in on herself, her head pressed on the floor as her nails gripped the veil's frame.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

"I'm just so sorry…sorry that I couldn't save you, sorry that I turned my life into one of lies…" she said, feeling a bit more at ease after finally opening up the wound that she sealed for almost a decade.

Her tears continued to fall even as a wave of relief came upon her, masking her pain. A slight upturn of her mouth formed a hint of a smile as Hermione stared into the gray center of the veil.

And I don't want to go home right now

"I've made up my mind, Sirius, and I don't care about the consequences," she said with a tone of assurance and stubbornness. In her hand she held a letter, which she placed on the floor by her feet.

She stood facing the gray curtains that were moving in rhythm to the slight sounds of moans and cries of torture, yet she could swear she could hear Sirius calling out to her; this she smiled at before she placed her right foot only millimeters from the entrance of the veil, leaving the letter behind. She took a deep breath before she made her move…

I know the veil thing is cliched, but I just can't help what I get inspired to write!

Again, I will continue this story only if I find that you all are interested, so REVIEW...pleeeeeeeeeease?