A/N: I know, I know. I let this go a week. I shouldn't have. Bad me, I'll try to be better in the future. Though no promises quite yet. Holiday weekend and all that.

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Her fingers drummed against the leather of his jacket impatiently.

"Nervous, love?" he chuckled. They were sitting astride his bike in the park across from the Wilkins's dental office. The place shut down fifteen minutes prior, the last patient had left five minutes after that, all the other staff five minutes later. They were now waiting for the dentists to emerge so they could follow them to their home.

"Wouldn't you be?" she returned.

"No. If my charming mother had lost her memory of me and everything to do with her family I'd relish the peace and quiet for once."

She laughed, pressing herself against him. She breathed in the scent of the leather and smiled to herself.

"There they are," he muttered as two figures emerged from the back of the building and hurried to their car. Sirius coaxed the bike to life, waited for the car to pull onto the road, and followed far enough back to not arouse suspicion.

She as fidgeting nervously behind him. She tensed a few times when she thought they had lost sight of the car, but Sirius tailed them like an expert. Ten minutes later they stopped at the end of a block and watched as Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins entered their white, two-story home situated between two that looked much like it.

"Ready?" he asked, giving Hermione's hand a quick squeeze.

He felt her take a deep breath, then nod. He slowly pulled the bike in front of their house, and they quickly jumped off and rushed to the front door. She rang the bell, and stood, wand at the ready.

The smiling, balding man opened the door curiously. "Can I help you?" he asked.

She waved her wand, performing a full body-bind curse. Her father went rigid, eyes wide in terror, as she advanced on him, waving her wand and muttering in a language Sirius had never heard before. He made a mental note to ask her about it later, and watched the inside of the house in case Mrs. Wilkins showed up prematurely. Which, unfortunately happened moments later.

"Wendell?" she asked coming around the corner.

Sirius swore, then muttered 'petrificus totalus'. Hermione's mother went rigid and toppled back into the living room. He swore again.

"Great, the first time I meet your parents, I curse them and give your mother a concussion," he muttered.

She chuckled between strange words. He closed the front door and turned to watch Hermione performing her counter curse. He watched in amazement as her father's eyes went from terror-struck, to confused, to sudden realization.

"Finished," she muttered. "I'm going to let you down now, dad."

"Hermione!" her father wrapped his arms around her while sobbing. "You're alive. You're safe. Does this mean...?"

"Yes. Voldemort is dead. I'll tell you all about it when I'm done reversing Mum."

"Of course, of course," he smiled at her before she moved towards the living room. The strange muttering resumed. That's when her father realized there was another wizard in the room.

"Hello," he muttered, looking over Sirius. "David Granger," he offered his hand.

"Sirius Black," Sirius grasped his hand and shook it. David's hand stayed where it was after Sirius had dropped his own.

"How can you be?" David whispered. "She told us you were dead."

"I was. For almost two years."

David looked him over again. "You look good for a corpse."

Sirius laughed. In the other room a woman shouted "Hermione!"

"That would be my wife," David strode away, Sirius followed him.

Jean Granger was hugging Hermione so tightly Sirius could swear his girlfriend's face was turning slightly blue. David joined his family hug, Sirius watching from the side, feeling a little saddened. He had been missed when he had fallen through the Veil, but his return seemed very much 'welcome back, please pass the potatoes, we have stories'. He had no children to hug tightly, no family to rejoice seeing again. Harry was the closest thing, and he seemed more like an honorary Weasley than a Black. He had fleeting visions of little bushy-haired Blacks, but came out of it by Hermione tugging him forward by his jacket sleeve.

"Mum, Dad, this is Sirius Black," she muttered, standing next to him looking very platonic.

This was no surprise to David, but Jean's hand flew to her mouth. "The same Sirius Black...?" she started.

"The one and only," Sirius smirked.

Hermione knocked him gently in the arm.

"How did you come back?"

"No idea," Sirius shook his head.

"We haven't really been thinking about it," Hermione said. "You see, the Final Battle was about a month ago, and..."

"I say we discuss everything over dinner," Sirius interrupted. "I'm sure you haven't eaten, Hermione's been such a wreck I haven't gotten her to eat today, and I'm relatively famished myself."

"I could cook something..." Jean started.

"I insist," he smiled. "Nothing wrecks a family reunion quite like a quarrel over who has to do the dishes. Take us to your favorite place, it's all on me."

"Oh, no, we couldn't..."

"Don't fight him, Mum," Hermione rolled her eyes. "God knows how much I tried to pay for my half of this little vacation."

"How long have you been in Australia?" David raised an eyebrow.

"Erm, about two and a half weeks," she said meekly.

"Another matter to be discussed over dinner," Sirius announced loudly. "Shall we?" he made a motion towards the door.

Hermione shot him a look as her parents led the way out of the house.

"Did you Apparate?" Jean asked, looking for a car and not seeing anything.

"No," Hermione betrayed their ride by glancing at the motorcycle.

"Hermione..." she started, eyeing the bike herself.

"She was always one for Apparation, but I'm lousy at it. No balance for it. So I insisted that I drive, and that's all I have for transportation," Sirius said loudly.

Hermione kept her parents talking about their dental practice until they got to the restaurant. Sirius sauntered up to the cute hostess, flirted a little, handed her a large tip, and they were seated in a private room in no time.

Once they had ordered and their soup course had come Jean had finally had enough of small talk.

"You need to tell me," she insisted, looking at Hermione.

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and picked up the tale from the moment she had tearfully modified their memories. Throughout their next three courses she talked about going on the run after Bill and Fleur's wedding, about their many months hunting for Horcruxes, Godric's Hallow, their capture and escape from Malfoy Manor, breaking into and out of Gringotts, and the Battle of Hogwarts.

Jean had looked horrified, angry, and saddened several times throughout the story, but she didn't interrupt. Hermione made sure that she insisted that Harry, Ron, and most of the Weasleys were fine. She wept openly as she told about Fred, Tonks, Lupin, and the other Order members they had lost. She finished the story by telling about how she found Sirius. Her voice was strained as she finally muttered, "and he booked us in a hotel and here we are."

"You're sharing a hotel room?" David asked, shooting an angry look at Sirius.

"A suite, dad," she sighed. "We each have our own room."

Jean and David visibly relaxed. Sirius exhaled as inconspicuously as he possibly could, thinking he had gotten off lightly for the night. The conversation paused while they were served dessert, but Hermione looked like she was itching to say something. He tried to catch her eye, tried to tell her without words that this wasn't the best time or place, but she seemed to be purposefully avoiding his eye.

"There is something we need to tell you," she muttered, grasping Sirius' hand under the table.

He sighed, trying to look as mature as possible.

"Sirius and I are somewhat of an item," she announced.

Jean's spoon clattered to her plate. David slowly placed his down.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked, very seriously looking at his daughter.

"Not very long," Hermione retorted, looking directly back at him. It was obvious where she got her resolve from as she and her father stared each other down.

"What led to this decision?"

"Affairs of the heart are not easily explained," she rolled her eyes.

"How serious is it?" Jean asked quietly.

"He's in the room, mother," Hermione snapped back. "I'm not going to divulge what I may or may not be doing with him to you. I thought I'd give you the courtesy of letting you know that I am in a relationship."

Sirius stared at his half-eaten cheesecake, face bright red.

"How old are you?" Jean turned towards him.

"That depends on whether or not I aged in the Veil."

Jean sighed. "If this is your choice, Hermione, your father and I wish you much luck. I just want to make sure you're making the right choice, that you're happy. If you get married at twenty, you're going to be shocked who you're living with at thirty. I'm just concerned. I am your mother, after all, and that's all I want."

"I am happy, mother," she smiled as Sirius motioned for the bill. "I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions."

"I know. But I just got you back. I don't want to lose you again."