Hermione's parents were quite happy to see her. She rushed towards them when she found them on the platform, and they waited with open arms.

"I missed you," She said simply, and they hugged her strongly.

"It's good to see you again, dear. Why don't we get going so you can tell us all about your year?" Jean Granger said, smiling broadly. Her dad, a man of few words, simply nodded his agreement. She looked around the platform one last time before letting her parents pull her away, focusing in on Harry, alone, dragging his trunk and Hedwig towards the barrier.

"One moment, mum. Do you see that boy with the messy hair and glasses?" She pointed towards Harry, and her mother squinted across the platform at him. "That's my friend Harry. He's going back to his aunt and uncle's house again, but this year he told me they used to make him sleep in the cupboard under the stairs." She said matter-of-factly, but looked up at her mom with big eyes, "How can someone sleep in a cupboard under the stairs?"

Jean Granger looked troubled, sharing a glance with her husband. "Do you have one of those owl-posts to contact him?" She asked quietly, while ushering them towards the barrier.

Hermione shook her head, hair flying wildly around her face. "I'd need an owl to contact him the magical way, but I have his phone number." Her mother looked surprised at the idea that her friend had a phone number, but quickly moved on.

"So he lives in our world, does he?" She said interestedly.

Hermione nodded. "His parents were… they died, when he was a baby. They were witch and wizard, but his aunt and uncle are normal. Well, they're not quite normal, but they don't have magic."

Her parents could tell she was worried, but she was secretly glad her parents were taking her concerns so seriously. They tended to keep thinking she was a child, even when she had been seventeen and telling them to go into hiding (hence the memory charm).

They crossed the barrier, just in time to see Harry clambering into his uncle's car. His uncle seemed to be shouting something, then drove away quickly. "We'll look into it." Hermione's dad whispered into her ear, and she gave him a sad smile.

The ride to their little house outside London was a pleasant one, as the topics turned towards interesting things like the latest mishaps at the dentistry, Hermione's adventures at school (which had been very well abridged to a safe, study-filled school year), and summer plans. Hermione loved her parents, and regretted that she wouldn't be able to give them as much attention as they deserved. She had more pressing things to think about, like collecting all the horcruxes and saving her friends from their future fates.

As soon as they pulled into the driveway, Hermione begged off socializing for a bit to "unpack" – namely, speaking to Dobby about the summer, and checking if Harry and Ron had sent pig back to Sirius.

She took out her innocent-seeming book bag and pulled out her mirror from the expanded compartment, and a rather worn Homework Planner from her third year – younger Hermione had recorded every single timestamp she had traveled back in time, meaning it had gotten quite a bit of use. Quickly, she scratched out some Arithmancy calculations and nodded to herself. Her hunch was correct, and she knew how to help Sirius.

"Sirius Black," she said clearly. Lo and behold, he appeared in the mirror, looking rather worse for wear.

"Hermione!" said Sirius happily. "You really are the smartest witch of your age! Where did you find these?"

Hermione blushed, and admitted that she 'acquired' them from an abandoned classroom, which seemed to have a lot of forgotten stuff in it. "I'm worried about you, Sirius. I know you can handle yourself, but you've got the entire muggle and magical worlds looking for you in Great Britain."

Sirius nodded seriously. "I'm planning on going somewhere outside Europe. Maybe South America, I've heard their magical communities are really welcoming."

Hermione made a face. Sirius going halfway across the world might keep him safe, but it would be very counter-intuitive to her plans. "I've got a better idea." She said mischievously, which piqued Sirius's attention more than anything. "You probably didn't get international news updates in Azkaban," Sirius snorted his agreement, "But Muggle Germany just went through a bit of an upheaval.

"Basically the entirety of Magical Germany fled to the West and kept going with their lives, but now they've started moving back into the East. In other words, no one would question another wizard showing up in what used to be East Berlin. They'd probably be pleased as punch if someone came in and helped the economy move along a bit."

Sirius grinned. "So they don't care about a convict from Britain?"

"You're not a convict, Sirius. Did you ever get a trial?"

Sirius cocked his head thoughtfully. "Y'know, I figured it was because of martial law or some such rot, but no. I didn't get a trial."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Listen, Sirius, I'm not going to be able to help you out that much, but I know your chances are better if you go to Berlin." Her arithmancy equations told her that much. "I can offer you some help, though. I have recently hired the help of a house elf named Dobby. Call for him, and he can assist you."

"Hermione, you are a genius." Sirius said. "Really, I'm very grateful. You know, house elves are useful as hell, especially if yours likes you. Now my mum's house elf, Kreacher, he was a nasty piece of work."

A sound like the cracking of a whip reached Hermione through the mirror. It seems Sirius had officially gained custody of Kreacher by this point. "Bloody buggering fu- er, I've got to go, Hermione. Thanks for your help."

Hermione grinned and waved him off. "Talk to you soon Sirius. Remember, go to Berlin."

She had a good feeling about her summer plans, but there was plenty left to do. Thankfully, she had a time turner for that, so she happily went down to dinner with her parents. After all, she had all the time in the world.

AN: Thanks again for all the responses! I'm in the midst of moving, so sparing some moments to write was a nice little break. I've always found Sirius to be incredibly difficult to write, so between moving and Sirius, this chapter was a challenge.