A/N: Two chapters in one night? I know I'm shocked too. I don't own Anything you recognise as the lovely miss Rowlings. I don't own much actually haha, the life of a perpetually broke ex student. Anyways read and review. I'm not too happy with this instalment but I accidentally deleted the original copy and wrote this in like, half an hour. I apologise for any errors. :)
Much love,
Logic x
As they stood before Grimmauld place Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine. In the months since Sirius had last inhabited the house it had not changed much on the outside. The wards would have broken by now with no Black heir to keep them strong. For a brief moment she expected him to come bounding down the stairs his mysterious yet playful smirk firm in place. Of course he wouldn't. She shook away such painful thoughts she glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye. He looked completely heartbroken, she reached for Harry's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they followed Molly and her children over the threshold. Hermione felt the familiar slight tug on magic of the Black family wards, giving her hope. After all they didn't have a body of any refutable proof Sirius was truly gone.
The made their way in to the living room where a goblin sat, parchment firmly grasped in his claw like hands. He cleared his throat as they all found their seats and began to speak.
"This is the last will and testament of I, Sirius Orion Black, of sound mind and body.
To Harry James Potter, I leave my house 12 Grimmauld place, London. My vault at Hogwarts and the Black estates in France and Scotland. I hope they are more of a home to you.
To Andromeda Tonks, I leave the box labeled 'heirlooms' in the hopes that she finds them of use and happiness.
To Remus Lupin, I leave my wand and the box of photographs in my vault labeled 'mementoes' In the hopes that he will share them with Harry and always treasure the time we had.
To Hermione Granger, I leave the key to the Black family library. Knowledge is power when used correctly.
And finally,
To Hagrid, I leave my motorcycle, use it well my friend."
The goblin cleared his throat once more.
"Any questions" everyone shook their heads sombrely. He left me the key. did he know? how? Hermione thought as the goblin pressed the cold slightly rusted key in to her hand.
After the goblin. Gerpeink had left everyone slowly shuffled about trying to figure out what to do now.
"I'm just, umm.. going to nip upstairs." Hermione said quietly hoping no one would pick up on the nervousness in her voice.
"Good old 'Mione. Can't keep her head out of the books!" Laughed Ron watching her stalk out of the room a determined look on her face.
Standing before the heavy oak door Hermione paused briefly, who knew what was in behind this door. The black family had questionable morals, she knew yet would be some dangerous books in the library. Bracing her self she put the key to the lock and turd the handle of the door was instantly enveloped by the smell of ancient books and lost knowledge. Inside stood rows upon rows of shelves all piled ceiling high.
Walking to the centre of the dusty, neglected room she sat in rent of an antique solid desk. It had runic engravings around the lattice work. She placed her mole skin pouch on the desk and began to rummage through it until she felt the cold metal of her flask brush against her delicate hand. She withdrew it carefully unscrewing the cap and took a lengthy sip of the cheap muggle vodka she had 'borrowed' from her parents alcohol cabinet before getting started.
She began by the door skimming over the books that seemed to be irrelevant in her search; Enchant Your Friends and Curse Your Enemies, Dark Creatures of the English Isles, Daily Spells for the Homemaker in Us All.

"Useless!" She muttered under her breath before one book caught her eye, 'Objects of Power and Mystery' was printed on it in unassuming lettering. She pulled the book from the shelf flipping violently to the contents page. "Veils- page 479" she read before flicking impatiently to the the page. 'Chain veils of protection, stone veil of the the Druids, lycanthropes veil, veils of disguise.'
"Fuck it." She muttered shocked at the crass word that had tumbled from her lips. She slammed the book shut and resumed her search occasionally stopping to sip from her flask. After an hour Hermione was getting disheartened when one book stood out to her. 'Bonds of Destiny and Spells of Fate.' was scrawled across the spine in peeling gold lettering, she desperately pulled it for the shelf flipping though the pages barely taking in the print until she stopped about a hundred pages in. 'Spell to Bring Back What Was Lost.' Could this be what she was looking for. The title as unassuming but she felt a pull deep inside her. She skimmed the page;
'This spell aims to help the caster find something or someone dear to them. It has not been used since the 1800's due to its dangerous nature. It transports the caster to the lost object no matter where it resides. The spell has been known to be unpredictable and shall only work if you have the thing in mind and it is your truest desire. It must be said slowly with great care and pronunciation whilst thinking of an important time with the belonging. Although it can be used to find people this author highly discourages it and recommends the use of a point me spell or similar instead.' Hermione read, her eyes flashed, could this be it? Could this bring back Sirius? She had to try for her and for Harry, but most importantly for Sirius. He needed them just as much as they needed him.
'Manus fati. Fato casus desiderari abierunt. Et convertam reversionem eu facere quod perierat'

The spell sounded simple enough Hermione thought, reaching in to her mole skin pouch. She grasped her flask once more. With another drawn out sip she prepared herself, desperation driving her she cleared her thoughts focusing on the memory of her and Sirius, they were in the kitchen late at night quietly arguing over something trivial in the Daily Prophet when his lips had cut her off mid argument. It was her favourite memory of him the way his lips and the rough stubble on his chin had felt pressed against her as his lips mashed into hers so hungrily, With such desperate desire. Focusing on this memory she took and deep breath and recited the incantation.
The room started to shake around her, a slight tremor at first growing in to a deep rumbling as the books flew off the shelves and a breeze that came from no where swept through the room, blowing her hair every which way.
"Hermione!" Came a startled yell as she felt a tidal wave of magic brewing in her core. It swept over her and she gave in completely. With a loud pop she was gone. The wind died down instantly and the trembling stopped.
Harry stood in the doorway a shocked look plastered across his face, emerald eyes shining with an unrecognisable emotion.
"Molly! Ron! Anyone! Come quickly!" His voice breaking in fear. He had lost Sirius, his godfather, brother, friend and confidant all rolled in to one. The closest thing to a father figure had known. He couldn't lose her as well He just couldn't...