Hey guys! I'm baaack… Back in Black!

Never thought I would experience the need for writing down an idea ever again. After Indiana Jones it just felt so… final. Like I had nothing more to give, but then the bunnies caught me, and guess what? I got the best idea ever for a Hermione x Sirius story! And I've been contemplating a lot over the most used plotline of these kinds of fics, "The Timeturner Theory" as I like to call it. It's not a bad idea so I thought "What the hell! My idea just puts it in perspective!"

Please enjoy and hope you've all had a good Easter!

Disclaimer: I have never met that woman…

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1st Chapter "It Began in Grimauld Place 12…"

"Never say never Harry... You might think that doing this makes her safer, but truly it doesn't," Hermione spoke, unwaveringly as she put down her book and looked at her friend. "She's just as unhappy as you are, and if you truly want her to be secure, the only way she would, is with you, not without you…" She couldn't keep count of how many times she had uttered those words to that boy…

He sighed loudly and looked pleadingly in Ron's direction, mouthing, "Help," and the same could be seen in his dark, green eyes, but Ron could only fill out the part of the silent spectator. In this matter he had almost nothing to say really; in the beginning there was no end to his questions of Harry's decision but the subject had faded away as time passed by, and Ron clearly had no words left to say. Harry's determination did not falter even though Ron was naïve enough to try getting him to think otherwise…

It had not lasted long, the relationship between his best friend and Ginny, and quite a shame too. Seeing them together had somehow made Ron cheerful. He had felt happy for Ginny cause she'd finally found someone he had approved of, and happy for Harry, cause you gotta admit, that boy really needed some reassurance in his life.

But it came to an end at that funeral... Harry had made a bitter choice and walked away from the very thing he needed most; Ginny.

"Harry… Would you please just open that letter?" Hermione asked gently, holding back the irritated tone in her voice.

Harry looked down at yellowish parchment, letting one hand gently trace the uneven surface of the paper, feeling pressure against his fingers on the places where she had written sentences, imploring words that asked him all sorts of stuff, but he never knew what she wrote to him, kept writing to him about. She had sent over a hundred of these yellow letters and he had not opened a single one.

'Damn that girl is untiring!' Harry thought to himself as he put down the paper, letting a vague memory of Ginny's smiling face flash past his conscience, making Hermione sigh loudly for who knows what time…

"Harry…" she said, pleading to her greatest ability possible. "You're hurting her. Please say something, write her back!" Harry could only look up at her with those dark eyes, serene and collected, but she did not falter, true Gryffindors never do. Ron had vanished from sight; he somehow always did when it sometimes came to this.

"You can't just leave her on the hook like that! Don't you understand? She would be much safer if she was with you!" Hermione shouted across the table.

Harry's reaction was wift as he stood, the chair clattering somewhere on the floor as he replied forcefully: "If she was with me, HE would target her. I won't be the one to lead her to her death." His tone was not that of yelling, but he said it with such anger in the whisper of his voice, that it could only serve to frighten his friends.

Ron, still a spectator sat between them, could only stare at their flushed faces and panting intakes of air. He was growing tired, they were all tired and he could only look as Harry did what he always did; steady and cold he would become, and when he did he was not Harry, not the one they knew, but something else entirely.

And Hermione would get afraid. Its existence was all too apparant in every breath and glowed out of her eyes with a ghostly hue. She couldn't hide the fear that chilled her veins as it made the room appear smaller, and she'd flee from the place, run out of the kitchen like she always did, leaving Ron alone with Harry who wasn't Harry.

5 min's later

She let her form lean on the wall, sliding down to rest on the wooden floor. 'Why do I never learn?' she asked herself. 'He's so much stronger than I'll ever hope to be. He's The Chosen... So why do I keep trying?'

The easiest way to explain was that she was a Gryffindor, but still there was something that couldn't help disturb her in between thoughts and dreams. The pain Harry must feel, letting Ginny go.

The trouble was just that she hadn't the slightest idea of how much pain this decision brought him. She had never felt love, not like Harry and Ginny had. With the satisfaction she had in reading books and the urge to stretch out for as much information as possible... Well, she simply didn't have time for boys. Once she had thought it over when a boy looked at her in a somewhat funny staring way, but she just came to the decision that she would not think of that kind of stuff, it was too much to worry about and besides; Hermione Granger didn't take huge interest to the boys at Hogwarts because, put very simply, they weren't worth her time.

Still, she felt sorry for Harry. One thing she could see was that this shattered relationship literally put cracks in her friend's strong but frail heart. She had never seen someone so broken. God's knew he needed that girl.

Hermione fingered her Timeturner; it hung loosely in a string around her neck. The surface was warm by almost always being in touch with her skin. She could hear Ron leaving the kitchen; he went up the stairs and past Hermione without even noticing her.

'This house's dwellers has finally succumbed to the bitterness and depression that would befit someone living here…' Hermione thought to herself, sighing as she heard Ron close the door to his room.

She stood up and went to her own room, grabbing a picture standing on her window frame.

She could not help but look at the thing she wished for, more than anything in the world.

At the moment Harry was trying to pin Ron to the floor while Hermione was standing beside them, cheering Harry on. What had happened to make The Infamous Trio fall so much apart? Harry... Again she fingered her Timeturner. A distant memory hovered into her mind. A memory of Harry's godfather.

She had been so surprised to see his face in the blaze of all those cheering golden- and red-coloured faces, jumping up and down, shouting Harry's name at the top of their lungs. Sirius Black had insistently ignored her shocked expression, taken one of her hands into his large ones, and dragged her away from the crowds of students that cheered Harry on for catching the Snitch. She was quite young at the time but she never forgot what he had demanded of her.

Getting close to the outskirts of the forrest, he stopped, letting go of her and looked around, making sure that no one was in sight or range to hear anything. It gave her enough time to examine his tall and rugged form. From his long, filtered, hair that got in the way of his grey eyes and down to his thin, pale hands he just soaked of charisma and magnetism that made him seem so fascinating and even more frightening, all at once.

"Hermione?"

His grey eyes focused on her, received her full attention.He looked at her thoughtfully, making Hermione confused and taken aback somewhat because he'd never done that before. What did he want? He surprised her yet again by laying a hand on her shoulder and bowing his head closer to hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she stiffened, afraid of the mans sudden, unpredictable actions.

"Dementors are lurking around these grounds in every nook of darkness Hermione," he whispered, not letting her go of his steady grasp. "Now, you are the brightest witch I've ever met and one of Harry's best friends, so I demand you too protect Harry. Keep him away from any harm, and for Gods sake keep him happy!" He breathed out, sighing. "Okay?"

She had responded with a confused look and was just about to ask him out of what he knew, but Sirius stopped her, holding a hand over her mouth. "Just do it Hermione, only say that you will promise me this," he said forcefully, his grey, intense eyes digging into hers. 'This is the face of a madman' she had thought at the time. But she had promised. He had searched her eyes over and after a moment of uncertainty he nodded hastily and let go of her, walking away with swift steps, leaving her all alone on the grounds.

"I promise to protect Harry and keep him happy…"

...She had failed.

A pain in her chest and a bitter taste in her mouth made her clench the Timeturner in her hand, but she did not know the frailty of these effects. It broke.

It felt like she was locked in a box, everything around her became shadowy and when she touched the sides of the walls they felt glasslike. A dizzying pain became noticeable in the back of her head and her eyes turned up, making all the whiteness stand out; a horrifying picture for those who might have walked by and seen her.

The last thing she could make out was swirling colours and a distant and transparent face with dark, almost black eyes.

A.N. First chapter, but more to come. I'll just pray for the reviews to come pouring in. But I won't give out cookies! Just so you know… I've always found the idea of handing out nonexistent treats a bit unfulfilling…

Kogoro