A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club April
Assorted Appreciation: 5 -Trait: Charming
Sophie's Shelf: 4. Demon Pox (The Infernal Devices) - Prompt: (plot) A relationship between a human and a humanoid creature (mermaid, vampires, werewolf etc).
Lyric Alley: 4 - It starts again
word count: 823
Hermione wiped the tears from her brown eyes. Crying didn't accomplish anything. It didn't really make her feel better, it didn't change what had happened between her and Ron, and it most certainly didn't make Ron any less of a git.
"I hate him!" she yelled at the empty night sky. The only response was the sound of a owl hooting in the distance. "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him," she screamed, over and over until her throat was raw and tears were streaming down her face.
"That's a lot of rage over a guy."
Hermione spun, her hands clenched into fists. Her wand slid from her pocket to her wand hand.
"Now, now, no need for that. I heard you screaming and wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Don't come any closer!" Hermione shouted, holding her wand up. The tip lit slightly.
"You won't hurt me, it's not in you to hurt me."
"And why wouldn't I hurt you? I am more than capable of defending myself," Hermione stated, her heart pounding in her chest. She had picked this spot because it was isolated, because no one would be here. She'd come camping here enough times with her family. She'd been here with Ron and Harry.
"You won't hurt me, Kitten, because I'm your soulmate," Sirius stated, stepping out of the shadows. He looked exactly as he had been when he'd died. Hermione blinked, unable to believe her eyes. It had been nearly four years and he didn't seem to have aged a bit.
"You're dead," Hermione hissed, her hand shaking slightly.
"I was dead, yes. I got better. Well, actually, no I didn't. I'm still dead, technically, but here I am, a beautiful angel here to save the damsel in distress."
"You died. You fell threw the veil and died."
"And now I'm back as an unearthy creature, yes, yes. Now that we've got that out of the way, mind if you tell me who you're screaming about? It's obviously not me, because you didn't know I was backish."
"Prove it, prove you're really Sirius Black," Hermione demanded, not lowering her wand.
"I can turn into a dog. I'm an unregistered animagus. I had a brother named Regulus. I'm the disowned son of Walburga and Orion Black. I once kissed Remus on a dare..."
"Anyone could know most of those things," Hermione commented.
"Fine, fine, one night in the summer before your fifth year, you asked me about soulmates, asked me if you had one, if being a Muggle-born would affect you having a soulmate. I said it shouldn't, because I already had a feeling about you being special. Does that prove it for you, Kitten. Also, I call you 'Kitten'."
Hermione slowly lowered her wand.
"You're still dead?"
"Yes, and no, I'm an angel, so whole new set of rules. I can walk the earth, but can't die. I also have wings, but they're not very impressive. New angels only get these tiny little things. I mean, what's the point of being an angel if you can't have huge white wings?"
"Why are you here?"
"For you, mainly. That and I got really bored, I mean, I can only hear about Lily and James being cute so many times, and Heaven's really kind of... repetitive in some ways... And white really isn't my color, don't you agree?"
"You ran away from Heaven, didn't you?" Hermione asked, backing back a laugh.
"I might've run away from Heaven..." Sirius admitted. "Now, who were you yelling about?"
"Ron."
"He's a git."
"Exactly!" Hermione stated. "Were you serious about being my soulmate? That I can't hurt you?"
"I didn't know either! I found out after I died. If I'd known..."
"You said I was special, so maybe part of you knew," Hermione suggested as her and Sirius sat down on a log.
"So what should we do now? I'm a runaway angel, Heaven probably won't want me back."
"And I'm dealing with the man I thought I loved betraying me."
"I'm not really a rebound kind of guy, but... we are meant to be together."
"You said I couldn't hurt you, does that mean you can't hurt me?" Hermione asked.
"It should."
"Does that include breaking my heart?"
"If we are truly soulmates, yes, it does. I can not hurt you physically, mentally, emotionally. I would be unable to break your heart."
"Then prove it, prove your my soulmate."
"How?" Sirius asked, wondering what exactly Hermione was thinking.
"By grabbing ice cream with me. I don't need a rebound, Sirius. Right now, I just need a friend, someone who isn't on Ron's side?"
"I like ice cream, there used to be this little place in Muggle London. James and I would sneak there all the time. Let's go see if it's still there!"
"Sounds perfect," Hermione agreed, taking Sirius' hand, and letting him take her to hopefully get ice cream.
