Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter & co. I own not even this idea. It was a plot bunny for a friend.

Summary: Sirius has returned from behind the Veil after three years and sees a grown up Harry at Hell's Fury.

I apologize to those of you who are interested in this, my brain and I needed some recovery time. Particularly with how to fit this into the new (and completed) canon. That, and schoolwork has prevented this from being updated for that long.

"Of course I can," she said huffily. "It's just a matter of concentrating enough on the proper-" A brief look from Sirius cut her off from continuing on what would have become a long lecture. She repeated herself. "Would you rather walk or Apparate with me?"

"Side-Along Apparition," he told her.

He had no idea what this muggle city held, and he wanted to see Harry as soon as possible. They left with a Crack!

The two appeared in a hotel room. The place, as far as Sirius could tell, was decent, and was obviously a Muggle hotel; the television and telephone told him that much.

Beyond being Muggle, the room looked as thought it had been in use for at least a few weeks, a variety of clothing was laid out for the next day, no luggage was in sight, and, on a small table by a window that let in the noise of the city below, a large assortment of schoolbooks and files and parchment that looked as though it had been looked through time and time again and showed no manner of organization or hint that it would be put away anytime soon.

"This is the room Ron and I've been sharing," Hermione told Sirius, as she unlinked her arm from his. "Ron and Harry should be in the room right next to us. At least, they should be," she said, her steady tone slightly wavering.

Sirius gave her a slightly impressed look. "The two of you have gotten together? I told Molly at Christmas you two were going to end up with each other.

Hermione blushed, a pink tinge crossing her face for a short moment, then disappearing. "Sirius, that was nearly three years ago! It's 1998!"

"1998?" Sirius blanched. He knew that she looked about eighteen, but the idea of it was beginning to hit full stride... Two years gone by? What had happened in the time since then?

"Sirius, sit down," the young-not-so-young witch ordered, guiding him to the foot of the room's bed. "It is September, 1998. It's been about two years and a couple months since you disappeared through the veil at the end of our fifth year. Since then, a lot of things have happened. About a year after we thought you died, Dumbledore was killed." Sirius felt a small jolt. Dumbledore, dead? "For our seventh year, Snape was appointed Headmaster and Voldemort took over both the Ministry and Hogwarts. We were on the run. Many things happened. About two months ago, there was a battle at Hogwarts. The last one. Remus and Tonks died. Plenty of people died. For a short time we thought Voldemort had killed Harry, but it turned out he was alive. He saved everyone, " she finished, solemnly.

Sirius stared blankly. Hermione had left things out, a lot of things, he could tell, but at the same time, just what she had told him... "Remus is dead?" he asked, grasping at something.

"Yes."

Sirius turned for a moment, looking away from her. "Harry's in the other room?" he said aloud, finally.

"Yes. And you can't see him, not yet. He's drunk."

"Well, I could tell that much."

"Harry- he's been having it hard lately. He held himself together for about the last year. Even when things were getting really bad. But, now that it's all over, I don't think he wants to see himself in the mirror anymore. It's like the month right after you disappeared, but much worse. He's blaming himself for everything."

"Didn't you just say that he saved everyone though?"

"Try telling him that. The only person who can really get him to listen and brighten up for a bit is Ginny."

"Ron's sister?"

"They started to go out for a short time in our sixth year, but Harry broke up with her shortly after. They both love each other, but Harry still doesn't want to get close to her again. She's not here because she's still at Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let her come."

A brief smirk came to Sirius's face. "I never expected her to grab Harry. Good for her. Where exactly are we? And why are you three in the States? And for that matter, me?"

A very guilty look flooded Hermione's face but soon disappeared. "We're in Detroit for a meeting between the American's Department of Magic and the Ministry, to fix relationships between each country. Minister Shacklebolt decided that we'd be the best face to present, since for about thirty years the Ministry's let the political relationship between us deteriorate. That's mainly due to the first war and Voldemort's influ-" Hermione glanced at Sirius and stopped. "For whatever reason, the Americans decided that Detroit would be a better place for the meeting than New York or Washington DC. I think it is because of the large Wizarding population in this city."

"You didn't say anything about why I'm here." Sirius said pointedly, feeling once again as though Hermione had left something out on purpose.

The guilty look returned to Hermione's face once more. Looking at the room's door for a moment, she took her wand out and cast a locking spell. Under her breath, she muttered "Muffilatio."

"That's because it is my fault."

This thing is really all for you who like it.

My brain is crying that it's not good for it, and I think writing this is bad for it, but at the same time, I'm ending up caught up in what I'm writing.

Hopefully, whatever there is out there that takes care of people like us forgives me and my brain for writing what I believe in not and such.

Because, I mean, this is fanfiction and you should be writing what you like.