AN: This is a completed two-parter. I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters, nor do I own a penny from writing this story.


Triggers: Voyeurism, lusting after a teenage Minor, graphic descriptions of a naked teenaged minor.


Dearest Hermione


THE LETTER

Dearest Hermione,

I am hoping that you will never read this letter for what it contains is something short of shocking, and I am disgusted with myself for what I am about to reveal... I just have to write it down to ease my own conscience, and hopefully, cleanse me.

The night that you rescued me was one of the best nights of my life, I thought that you were truly brave, and amazing to risk your neck for someone that you didn't even know. You showed great courage, and determination. A Gryffindor through and through, AND a perfect one. I owed my freedom to you and Harry, but for some reason I believed you were the main player in that, you had the plan.

As you know I spent a year on the run and didn't have a permanent address. My thoughts had always wondered to you, and I felt dirty and full of shame for myself for what some of those thoughts contained. And then we met in the cave, and had that conversation. I must admit my heart was slightly torn by your admission that you trusted Snape... someone that I could never like.

But your reasoning that day was almost infallible. Despite my hatred of Snape, I wanted to trust him for you. Isn't that strange, Hermione, that you actually made me want to do something that I thought I'd never wanted to do. I suppose that is what you'd call love. And it's that thought that disgusts me the most.

I... a man old enough to be your father... actually had fallen in love with you before you were of age. A small part of me wanted to forget convention, but I realised that I could never do anything so dishonourable as to seduce a girl as young, and as unblemished as you.

Then you stayed in Grimmauld Place, my more than detestable home and you were actually a light in that dark, damp place. The way you defended that... thing, (no, not Snape!) truly did open my eyes to how decent and charitable you were. I began looking at you more, and more, until eventually I became restless if I couldn't see your face. I got angry when you weren't around, and depressed.

You grew before my eyes as a charming, sensitive woman. You showed a kindness to people that to me didn't deserve such a thing. You even, on one occasion, tried to make me see it from my mother's point of view. You almost succeeded in trying to get me to see life from Snape's point of view too, only one other woman had that gift to see good in people that didn't see it in themselves or wouldn't, and that was Lily.

Hermione, my dearest, I missed you when you were at school. And when I found out that you wasn't coming over that Christmas holiday I was broken. The only person that could light me up inside was going to disappear from my sight for perhaps the rest of my life. I still felt dirty for these feelings towards you, even when I found out you were sixteen that Christmas, I still couldn't take you.

Then one night, one blessed night, you were alone in the library, and reading a book, the nightgown you were wearing revealed your leg, and I saw all what I could have. But I refrained from approaching you. Instead I stayed in the shadows watching you. Watching you read, watching you eat, I continually watched you, waiting for the time when you'd feel my eyes on you. You never did, but I forgave you for that.

I took to following you around, always keeping to the shadows, in my dog form, as the padding of a dog's foot is soft and gentle, and almost undetectable if the right amount of pressure is used. I followed you into your room. You shut the door after I had entered cautiously and quietly.

Hermione, forgive me please, but I stayed and watched you undress yourself. I sat and watched you peel off your clothes and then I saw you lift up your heavy hair, to reveal a beautiful sinuous neck. I saw you try and control and tame that wild hair of yours, oh gods, I wished I could have transformed back into a human and seduce you then and there, but something stopped me.

You sat at your desk, naked. I found myself licking my jaws at the thought of kissing that soft supple skin. I found myself drooling over the curves, newly formed, and absolutely delightful. I continued watching you, as you brushed your hair, and I heard you hum some sort of song. I couldn't say which it was. It must have been a muggle one.

You then swung your legs the other side of your chair and got up, you wrapped your body in a robe, and smiling you opened the door that led your en suite and turned the hot tap on for a bath. Most dogs hate water I know, but I didn't. I padded my way to the open door, and looked in on you. You sat on the edge of the bath, and you sniffed various bottles of shampoo, and bubble bath. You poured in one, papaya and mango, and the scent reached my nostrils and I almost collapsed through the heady fruity scent.

You swirled your hand lazily in the water, and then turned the cold tap on. You stood up and walked over to the mirror. You brushed your hair, oh how I wanted to do that. I wanted so much to convert back to a human, and do what I wanted to do to you. I so much wanted to make love to you.

You untied your robe and let it fall off your golden shoulders. You truly were the colours of Gryffindor. You walked back to your bath and slipped into the bath, with such grace that I was awed. You laid your head back and your knees were peaking over the water, and you then spread them slightly apart. I had to control a howl that was threatening to escape.

I saw you pick up a sponge and you trailed the sponge lazily up your stomach and then you circled it around your stomach. You then put the sponge between your thighs and rubbed it gently on them. You stopped after a few minutes and then you turned your attention towards your feet. Oh Merlin, Hermione, what must you think of me after you read this? I so wanted to kiss and suck those dainty toes of yours.

You then dunked your head into the water and you rose from the bubbly depths like a siren, and I slunk away from the bathroom at the same moment that Ginny opened the door. If I watched any more I most certainly would have lost all resolve. I ran out of the door and never turned back.

Since that day I couldn't look at you in case you saw what I had done in my eyes. Please remember that I feel ever so guilty for doing that to you, my dear.

I can't help but wish though that you'd make a brilliant Mrs Sirius Black, if I am still alive, and if this is all over...

I continue to live in hope that you may be mine.

Sirius Lee Black

A black robed figure smiled like a Siamese cat. Delicately, he folded the letter and placed it carefully in his robes. Revenge was sweet when Black was still alive, and now this was the chocolate icing on the proverbial cake. Miss Granger would be suitably shocked, he thought, and Mr Potter would finally realise that Black was no role model.

Severus Snape sat back in the chair and took some drink. This was going to be an interesting meeting, he just knew it!