A/N: Sorry I haven't update sooner. Here you guys go!! This is going to be the last chapter. Thanks you guys for the kind reviews.
It's been three weeks since Hermione and Sirius shared their first and last kiss. Hermione decided that their situation would only cause confusion and anxiety. So, Sirius had moved on. On from the kiss they shared and on from Hermione. For the past week, she watched him flirt with a new member of the Order. A small part of her heart broke when the young girl, who was not a day over 18, giggled at something Sirius said.
It's been three weeks since the Order received word from Dumbledore that Severus Snape came into the Headmaster office and asked for forgiveness. He claimed that he was under the Imperio Curse. Dumbledore regrettably doubted Snape's sincerity. And while the potions master sat in the Headmaster office; the Aurors came with a court order to escort Snape off the premises. It was told that Snape had not gone quietly.
It's been two weeks since the Daily Prophet reported that Ex Potions Master of Hogwarts would be sentenced to death by the Dementos. The news was taken well by the Order. Hermione was unsure how to feel. 'Had Dumbledore done the right thing? It was not Dumbledore's fault. The Ministry was presented with overwhelming evidence of Snape guilt.' Luckily, Hermione had not been asked to testify.
It's been a week since the massive breakout from Azkaban. It was apparent that the Dark Lord had orchestrated the breakout. Just as the Order feared, Snape was one of the escapees. The Members spoke in hushed tones around Hermione. Even Sirius and Remus guarded their conversations around her. They no longer had the familiar sparkle in their eyes. Map and diagrams cluttered tables and chairs. The tone around Grimmauld place was solemn.
It's been three days since Hermione had gone into hiding, along with the rest the Order. Grimmauld Place had been abandoned. They knew that an attack was prefigured. They disbanded quickly. They left nothing in the house. Hermione stared out the window of her safe house. No letters were allowed in or out of the house. She sighed heavily. Hermione sat and thought all day long. Her guardian hobbled into the room. She didn't look up.
"Miss Granger! Constant Vigilance!" Mad Eye Moody preached.
Hermione sighed again. "What was Harry's father's nickname?
"Prongs" He spat. "You need to keep your head out of the clouds and think"
Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced out of the window again.
It's been to two hours since a letter came for Hermione. The letter was carried by a large rusty colored owl. Hermione shivered as she touched the white envelope. Her name was scribbled in a familiar penmanship. The torn letter revealed a tiny piece of paper that read.
I will not stop – S.S.
It's been one hour and 58 minutes since Hermione passed out.
There you go folks. If anyone would like to have this story, they are welcome it.
