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Sirius xox

Chapter 3

He was standing in his library once more, breathing hard and he felt faint and it wasn't from the transporting. He fell into his chair and saw the leather bound book on the table. He had to remember to leave that in plain site when he left so he knew what room he was in, or more accurately, what dimension he was in.

Harry summoned a fire whiskey and tried to make sense of everything that had happened. He looked at the large clock on the wall and it told him he had been away for an hour. When he was 'over there' it was more like four hours so the time difference must be quartered.

It took Harry days and days to get a grip on what had happened. He realised he felt much better when he wrote it in the journal. He decided to put in date entries so he could compare his notes the next time he travelled. He was excited but also petrified. He thought about Dumbledore's words to him all those years ago at Hogwarts and knew he was wasting his real life by obsessing over his fantasy life but at least he felt alive there.

The next time he saw Hermione, he felt awkward and she must have known as she asked him on more than one occasion if he was alright. He shook it off and said he was getting over a flu and she accepted that.

It took Harry quite a while to pluck up the courage to go through the arch again. It was close to a month later when he made the next jump. The reason being that he was very nervous and also Ginny and Neville had announced their engagement. He laughed when he saw the outfits they were wearing as they were the same ones he had seen in the photos. He realised that coincidences like this could create quite a lot of confusion for him. He needed to keep his wits about him. The party at the Burrow was lovely but when Ron and Hermione started bickering, and then a full on argument erupted, it brought the evening to a quick ending.

Harry wrote down a lot of his feelings in the journal this time and also questions that he hoped he could answer upon his return. He wanted to know whether he would go back to the same time frame?, Would he always land in the library?, and a million other questions about his parents. He stood poised in front of the archway and spoke the incantation, Penetro dimension and he felt the familiar tug yet again. He landed in his alternate library. Ok, that answered one question. Then he ventured out to see what time frame he had landed on this time.

Would it continue straight from the last time or would it be a completely different scenario? What if he and Hermione weren't married this time, what if he was with someone else? He felt slightly anxious as he made his way to the lounge to see if the photo was there.

It was.

Thank Merlin.

The scene was different this time, Hermione was sitting down talking to someone who had their back to Harry. Harry walked in nervously and when Hermione spotted him, a huge smile graced her face yet again. He could really get used to seeing that. As he was taking in the beauty of his 'wife', the other person sitting on the chair turned around and yet again Harry's heart fell to his feet and he actually needed to grab the chair next to him for support.

It was Sirius. His Godfather was sitting in front of him. His dead Godfather.

"OK buddy, you don't need to over react, Hermione already gave me the third degree about not being over in so long... just give it up will you?" Sirius laughed and so did Hermione but Harry just walked over to him and leant down to hug him tightly.

"Are you alright mate? James said you looked a bit spooked last week, is everything ok?" Harry couldn't speak, he could only nod. Hermione grabbed his hand and told him to sit down. She pointed to his drink that was on the side table and Harry worried for a second whether the Harry from this time would make an appearance.

"So how's work going for you? I know I gave you a hard time about opening you're own investigation office, but I have to say I am proud of how hard you work." Sirius smiled and Harry nodded. Hermione leant into his embrace and Harry decided he could happily hold her like this forever. He knew there were dangers of staying too long in the alternate world but it made it so hard for him to want to go back. He knew he was going back to loneliness and heartbreak.

Harry spent much longer there this time as Sirius stayed for lunch and then Ron, Luna and the six kids came over. Harry was completely contented to stay here all night and decided that might not be a bad idea.

Dinner with the Weasley clan was noisy and loud and absolutely wonderful. They all laughed all night and the kids ran a muck through the house much to Harry's delight. Hermione and Luna played with the youngest twins and Ron and Harry entertained the four older children. They all played games and laughed and when the kids got sleepy Ron suggested they leave but Harry convinced them to stay and let the kids sleep in the lounge room. Luna and Ron looked at each other and smiled and agreed quickly. With all the sadness of Ginny's news the last week, they were all ready to have a good night. It was after 2am when they finally left and Hermione told Harry that she was having a shower and she would wait for him in bed.

Harry stood downstairs looking at the direction of the bedroom for quite sometime. It wasn't really cheating if he was sleeping with his own wife was it? He raised his wand and said the incantation twice and when it was time for the third part, he lowered it and walked upstairs to have a night he would hold dear in his heart forever.

As he stepped on the last step at the top, the bathroom door opened and Hermione stepped out in a black night dress. It was all lace and he could see her pale skin underneath. He walked over to her and his desire was already at exploding point. He took her in his arms and kissed her as passionately as his could.

"Hermione, let's work on having those babies tonight?" Harry's eyes were full of desire and lust and Hermione shivered under his stare.

"What a wonderful idea Harry, let's go." Hermione lead the way to their room and when the door opened, Harry was surprised to see it was decorated exactly the same way as his room in the real world. He decided not to dwell on that but on the wonderful woman leading him to their bed.

Harry laid her down in the middle of the bed and let his eyes absorb the beauty that was lying next to him. His hands slowly ran over her waist and down to her legs. As he pulled his hands back up he brought her dress up with it and took it off over her head. She laid naked in front of him and he felt his arousal through his pants begging to be let free. Hermione started to undress him and Harry was pleased when he could breathe a little better. He leant down and kissed her roughly on the mouth and she eagerly replied. The kisses were becoming more and more frantic and before either of them knew it, Harry was positioned at her entrance and was almost ready to ask permission but she leant up into him and he slipped inside her warm, velvet folds. He couldn't stop the groans escaping from his mouth and decided he didn't want to. Hermione was panting and a light sweat covered her body which made him want her even more. He kissed her supple breasts and found she liked it when he kissed the pulse point on her neck. The thrusts became more and more frantic and it wasn't long before Hermione screamed his name and he followed her in ecstasy.

He pulled her close to him and when he heard her deep breaths that told him she was sleeping, he got up and got dressed and went 'home'.

Life at his home was normal. Boring. Lonely.

He didn't see anyone very much and since his new obsession had started taking shape, he hardly went out either. He wrote in the journal, explaining everything that had happened and the deep, soul crushing love he had for Hermione. He wrote down all the details, as much as he could, about how it felt to hold her and love her and he hoped one day his imaginary life and his real life would be the same.

Once he got it into his head that it was his imaginary life and nothing bad would come of it, Harry went through the arch on many occasions and found that instead of going monthly he was going weekly, then daily. He knew his obsession was wrong and he knew it would probably kill him, but what would any normal person do? Stay in the world where your heart is full and your life is wonderful, or come back here to the drone that was his life.

Ginny and Neville's wedding day approached and Hermione was the matron of honour. She was wearing an emerald green dress and Ron was her partner. That part was the part that nearly killed Harry. All he wanted to do was escape back to his world, where he was the centre of attention and he was with her. During the night Hermione came over and spoke to him but Ron was always with her. He realised he hadn't seen them for quite some time and he missed the real Hermione terribly. At one point, the three of them were talking when Ron got called away for official duties and Hermione took the opportunity to talk to him alone.

"Harry, I really need to talk to you, I am worried about you..."
"There's nothing to worry about Mione, I'm fine." Hermione reached over and took his hand and his sharp intake of breath did not go unnoticed.

"Harry, I have been having dreams that you are in danger and I can't help you, it's like you're in another dimension and I can't reach you. Harry it's really scaring me and there have been other dreams too." Hermione looked down and seemed embarrassed, Harry was still getting over the fact that she had had the other dreams, what else did she see in her sleep?

"What type of dreams Mione?" Harry pushed on.

"Dreams that a lady shouldn't discuss... but that's beside the point, where have you been, I never seem to catch you at home any more and..."

"What do you mean catch me at home?" Harry was still holding her hand and slipped the entwined hands under the table to rest on her knee. He loved the feeling of holding her hand even though they could easily be caught. Hermione went on to tell him that she had come over about six times in the last two weeks and he wasn't home. A familiar song started to play and Harry stood and asked her to dance, she looked over to find Ron but she couldn't see him, so she nodded. Harry led her out to the dance floor and held her tightly against his body. They swayed to the music and then Hermione broke the silence.

"Harry, I am really worried, please talk to me." Hermione looked into his eyes and he was so tempted to tell her everything. He wanted to tell her where he was spending his days and most nights and more importantly with who.

"Harry, please!" Harry looked at her and nodded.

"Can you come over later tonight, alone?" Hermione looked at him and after a few minutes of trying to read his face, she nodded.

"Harry I have some things I need to talk to you about too." Harry nodded and with the silence they comfortably continued their dance.

Harry felt rather excited. He was ready to show Hermione the archway and was even more ready to tell her how he felt. It had gotten to the stage that he didn't care about Ron any more, he just wanted her to know. He was quite aware of the fact that she may stay with Ron but at least she would know.

Harry left the wedding a little earlier than everyone else and whispered to Hermione that he would wait for her. She nodded and he left with a smile on his face.

He got home and tidied up the kitchen from his lunch earlier and waited patiently for her to arrive. It was only 11pm and he knew the wedding was due to finish now so by the time she helped Mrs Weasley with bits and pieces and then took Ron home, she should be here by 12am. Harry realised he had time for a shower so he went to freshen up.

He was dressed and freshly showered and had a drink next to him. He went over his speech in his mind numerous times and was quite happy with what he was going to say. He looked at the clock and it was 12.05am.

Not long now.

12.45am.

Surely not much longer.

1am, 2am, 3am and then 4. Harry realised with a heavy heart that she wasn't coming. He fell asleep on the armchair and woke about 9am. He was stiff and disappointed. He hoped she would come during the day, it was possible she couldn't get away from Ron. He felt slightly relieved.

Two weeks had passed and she hadn't come or even contacted him. He was passed disappointed, he was angry now. He also realised that while he had been waiting for this Hermione to come to him, his other Hermione would never do that to him.

Harry walked into the library and stared at the archway. For some reason he just couldn't fight the anger inside him to use it against her. He was angry but he couldn't walk through the arch the way he was feeling. He stormed out and slammed the library door and walked out to go flying.

Harry found the next few weeks were very unsettling for him. It had been a month since Ginny's wedding and Harry had gone through all the emotions, anger, sadness, abandonment and back to anger. Ginny and Nev were coming over for dinner that night as he had refused their many invitations. Ginny was excited to show him the wedding photos and feeling slightly guilty, Harry agreed.

Hope you liked it, poor Harry.

Sirius xox