"I'm just a fan of Harry Potter"

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Within the first few hours of Sirius's arrival, every order member came piling into the kitchen of the burrow to see the proof for themselves. All were amazed to see him standing there in front of them. Everyone reached out to touch him as if that was the only way to confirm he really was there. But they were even more amazed at the condition he had returned in.

"Wow Sirius, I guess a spell of death does the body good eh?" Remus joked, patting him on the shoulder for the 500th time that night.

"Well it would only make sense wouldn't it?" questioned Harry. "I mean if you were strong enough to beat death then that would have make you the strongest person alive!"

"Does make you're little scrap with the dark lord look unimpressive doesn't it?" teased Sirius. He was in tremendously good spirits.

"Here here," Harry replied raising his glass to his godfather.

"So what are you now? Like twenty-five or something like that?" Ron asked.

"Dear god no! If you all could believe it, he looked even better than this back in his prime! Twenty-five! So many years ago!" bellowed Remus. "Oh but it is so good to have you back Padfoot!"

"It's good to be back –"

"And I know I keep touching you," interrupted Remus. "But I still just do not believe that your actually here!"

Sirius truly was back, and truly was better than before. He speculated that he looked and felt how he did at age 29 or 30. And all who had known him then agreed. Even Molly, who had never really cared much for the reckless marauder, brought out an old photo album so they could do a picture comparison. And this sort of merrymaking continued on until the wee hours of the morning.

"I still cannot get over how absolutely brilliant that man is," gushed Ginny to Hermione and Fleur who had sat down on the couch together for some girl talk and an unobstructed view of the new and improved Sirius Black.

"I know!" exclaimed Fleur. "Zee stories zey ave told us did not do eem justice!"

"It is incredible," Hermione managed to add, even though her mind was nowhere near the conversation they were having.

Her heart, which had been racing at full speed since his arrival, was just beginning to slow down. She felt such an intense mix of emotions: disbelief, euphoria, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude. But now they were giving away to a light floating feeling, like this all wasn't real.

And just as she was about to doubt the reality, Sirius's eyes fell upon her own and Hermione almost couldn't breathe. She held on to his gaze, those shining silver eyes were his best feature. He could always say so much through nothing more than a glance. She managed to give him a weak smile, which he returned with that famously sexy grin of his. Hermione felt her heart stop, she had to look away so he wouldn't see her blush.

Hermione you see, had developed a fondness for Sirius ever since she learned the truth of his innocence and helped to rescue him in her third year. Over time that little fondness deepened into affection, especially after the summer she spent in 12 Grimmauld Place during her fifth year. She had enjoyed his clever sense of humor and hearing the wild stories from his youth. She witnessed the pain it caused him to be stuck in hiding, useless, when she eaves dropped on him pleading to Dumbledore to allow him to risk his own arrest and life just for a chance to get out and help the cause. To her he was so dark with such a dangerous and mysterious past. But he was also cunning and fearless. And after little time he became the sole object of desire in her heart and the ensuing hero in every one of her fantasies.

And then as quick as her feelings had come on, he was dead, and she realized how hard she had fallen for him.

Sirius, who had such unselfish love and devotion to his friends, who unjustly lived through hell in Azkaban for twelve years, who had fallen through the veil and then found his way back, and could still put on that beaming grin and be in good spirits as if it had all never occurred, was a hero. And him coming back confirmed that. And for Hermione, he would always and forever be her only hero. A daunting realization, she thought it, because she knew he would never be hers.

Yet even so, that didn't stop her fantasies from vivaciously rushing through her mind that night.