Bones of Death

by foxylittlelady

James was visited by a Druid who gave him a gift, a promise and a prophecy. He, and three others, would see Peace. After the Final Battle, she fulfills that promise. Now, four twenty-year-olds out of Time need to figure out where they fit in this new time, while coming to grips with the fact that the Peace they are now enjoying was won by a baby they had sworn and failed to protect

8. Graduation

A/n Hello everyone! We are about half way done with this story. Crazy right? I tried to focus much more on Harry and Draco in this chapter, but worry not, Hermione and Sirius are still getting their piece! They would have nothing less.

Enjoy!

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1 March, 1999

Harry was quietly sitting watching his mother and baby sister sleep together on the wingback chair in one of the many sitting rooms of Potter Palace. Since the little Potter made her appearance, James was either crying tears of unbridled joy and the most composed of the whole house. The house elves were ecstatic to have a child to help care for. James had placed a temporary hold on the lessons between himself, Harry, and Neville. Lily had finally convinced him to start them up again. That was what Harry was waiting for, Neville to arrive from Hogwarts so they could head over to the Black Offices in Diagon alley. He was secretly happy to have the lessons back. It was a great bonding experience for Harry and his father, while showing him a piece of what life would have been like if they had lived. Sharing anything with his newly returned family, to Harry was humbling.

Harry let his mind wander to his Godfather who had made himself scarce since the birth of Dorea. James suspected that there was something else going on, but Sirius remained tight lipped. He would appear for a few meals a week and remained unseen the rest of the time. When he was there, he was distance and lost somewhere in his mind. Harry had been afraid for a moment that he was returning to the Sirius from Post-Azkaban, but he did not have a cloud of depression hanging over him. The darkness did not follow and darken his eyes. If anything, the opposite seemed to be happening. His eyes were bright alert, hopeful. He stood straighter and was bursting with energy. James had noticed him wearing his Lord ring, which he had not before. Even when he had taken over Grimmauld, the first time. He never put on the ring. No one knew if it was a good sign or not. Sirius, for all to see, was finally taking the mantel of Lord Black seriously, even moving into the seat of their power from the last war.

Harry had been upset when he started spending more time in Grimmauld then in Potter Palace. James tried to reassure him that it was likely due to Sirius wanting to work on the remodel of his family home. He wanted it to look nothing like it had when he grew up. The house was a starch reminder of the struggle the oldest Black son went through before he escaped. Harry wanted to reign in his jealously, but found the task hard to bear; so, he did his best to not think about it.

He had written Hermione on the subject, and her only advice was to let him live his life. Sirius, James, lily, and Remus were going to move passed the novelty of being alive, and that meant finding their place in the world. Harry would always be a large part of that, but he would not be the only part. Dorea was a prime example of that. James and Lily would possibly want more children. Especially now that there was not a war on the horizon. Harry wanted to support them, but he could not help the heavy bit of darkness that clouded his heart when thinking about. Where did that leave him?

"Harry, ready to go?" James was standing at the door with Neville, his eyes caught on Lily and he moved to kiss her. Harry hid the emotions of his previous train of thought, with moderate success. Neville cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting to see if Harry would say anything.

"How's everything at Hogwarts?" Harry was proud of his steady voice. Neville shrugged, eyes drifting from Harry to James, who had quietly returned to them. "Dad?" James frowned at the slight shake in Harry's voice, taking a moment to examine his face for a reason. There was nothing obvious, but the look the older Potter gave his son, promised questions later.

"I have a bit of a surprise waiting for you both, best not keep it waiting." James ushered both men out of the room, pleased when the door shut quietly behind them. The House elves were working extra hard to make sure Dorea was well care for and her parents by extension. Harry had smiled at first, imagine Hermione speaking to the three Potter elves about S.P.E.W.

It would not have gone over well.

As the days continued on, he found himself wanting to help more, but unsure how. They had everything they could ever want. What could he offer? Those moments he retreated from his family.

Harry did not know how to be a family, not really. Being raised with his aunt and uncle had left little knowledge of the love of blood relatives. He could use Hermione and the Weasleys as references, but even those did not feel right. Everything was just slightly wrong to compare. How should he treat his mum and dad? A little sister? Harry did not know, and he doubted he would ever really. It seemed to come so naturally to the Weasleys. He shook the thoughts loose and stepped through the Floo to the Black Offices in Diagon alley. He did not want to think that after being raised to feel that way and defeating the Dark Lord, he was still lacking something.

"Potter." Harry felt his face flush, afraid that his doubts were written on it. He did not want anyone to think that he was ungrateful and lost for even a moment. He was lucky to have his family returned from the dead. He did not have a right to complain about the struggle of finding a balance with them. He was a step above the rest for even having a chance.

Draco was wearing his Slytherin school robes. Harry wondered if he chose to wear them, or if he was forced to. He was still attending Hogwarts by order of the Wizengamot. That left a lot of his movement restricted. His hair was cut short and natural. A vast difference from his long-tied hair, or greased back. Harry thought it suited him, and would have said so out loud, if not for Neville popping from the Floo. The other Gryffindor drew his attention away from the Slytherin and back to the moment.

"Malfoy, what brings you by?" Harry's voice was curious and kind. He knew how the wizarding world treated the once prominent family. James had reassured Harry that Narcissa and her son were well on their way to recovering their reputation. Hermione was working at Hogwarts, and the Black and Potter estates were changing the Wizengamot. It was a slow process, but it would happen. Malfoy ignored the question and turned his head to Sirius who had been silent the whole time, watching the three young Lordlings interact.

"The Malfoy family is temporary under cadet status, within the Black family. Narcissa and Draco have Black blood and..." he paused here, Sirius's voice was unsteady, drawing everyone attention. "...and Hermione vouches for them." He stood slowly, the fire burning behind his eyes ever present, but there was a hesitation there as well. Harry wondered why, but kept the question to himself. They merely nodded, and waited another beat for James to join them. Harry guessed that with only Lily and Dorea at Potter Palace, his father closed the Wards, until they returned.

"Pads..." James had taken to handling Sirius with gloves, not wanting to upset him. If Sirius noticed, he did not comment. "I didn't realize you and … Draco would be joining us today." Sirius let a smile grace his lips and the mischief was evident in his eyes.

"Harry's first visit to Gringotts? After breaking in? Why ever would I miss that?" Harry groaned, loudly at the reveal of their activity for the day.

"SIRIUS! That was supposed to be a surprise!" Lord Potter was glaring at his friend without malice. He recovered quickly and made a quick flourish with his hands, gesturing them toward the exit. "That's correct my dear students! We are going to be inspecting Vaults today." He began pressing the men out of the room. Harry tried to ignore the spark that shot through his arm when it was roughly smashed into Draco's as James corralled them together. Draco hung closer to Harry then he was truly comfortable with, but after the third passerby sent a look that could kill at the young Ex-Death Eater, Harry let it go.

Diagon Alley was empty for a Monday, Harry assumed it was the time of day. The hour had yet to strike noon, and it was surprisingly hot for March. It was as if people appeared just to glare at the young Malfoy. Harry glanced at him and was pleased to see Draco's head held high, chin raised in defiance. He would not know what to do with a Draco afraid or uncertain. It would likely remind him of the time while in sixth year, when he was slowly spiraling in depression, weighed down by expectations. Harry knew what that felt like, but he had his friends. Draco was alone. He had to protect everyone important to him.

Harry was lost in thoughts of the arrogant man, who for several years occupied his mind. He flashed to the moment when he almost killed Draco in Myrtle's bathroom. Harry frowned, had he ever apologized for that. The glaring goblin, the flustered Neville, the large friendly smile of his father, even Sirius's glanced of a guilty conscious were all forgotten as he tried to find the middle ground between the hatred, he felt than, and the feelings he had for Malfoy now. It was not contempt, friendly, it was nothing Harry recognized.

"Your lot wanted me to say hello, and remind you that they expect you at graduation." Draco's distinct drawl drew him out of his thoughts. "Hermione was particularly insistent that you bring Weasley." Harry glanced at Draco, a look of confusion on his face.

"He'll be there for Ginny, won't he?" Draco scoffed, looking back at the boy-who-lived

"I suppose you are not up-to-date" Draco punctuated each word with a slight turn of his head, "with the latest Weasley drama." Draco did not elaborate, but rather looked away from him around the small meeting room, the Goblins left their party after arriving. Sirius had laughed for an age after the guards literally growled at Harry. Neville had remained calm, along with Draco. James was trying to pull out a form that was caught in his robe, while Sirius drew the eyes of everyone attending business at Gringotts. Eventually to avoid a scene, a banker led them to a side room to await their Vault managers.

"Just tell me." Harry finally gave into his annoyance with the blonde sitting next to him. Draco smirked, grey eyes dancing in amusement.

"I'm not the most informed." He paused for effect, doing his best to ignore Neville's eye roll, and the audience of Sirius. "But, apparently the little Weaslette is moving in with Lovegood after graduation and plans on joining a quidditch league. Mrs. Weasley was not pleased about the whole thing." He waved his hands like he was keeping court. "I imagine her opinion will be supported above anyone else." Harry frowned. His mind rushing a hundred miles an hour.

"But, that's terrible. Ginny should have her family there."

"It is what it is." Draco sat still watching Harry's face dance between anger and disgust. "Potter, the... the world is not just going to be better." His voice was soft, afraid Harry would actually hear him.

"She was the first adult that loved me." Harry huffed, "I thought she was better than most." The air grew heavy as Harry let himself get lost in his emotions. Sirius watched the descent, trying to think of what to do. James was off trying to get ahold of their Vault managers. Neville stood up and started pacing. He was there when Hermione told them all that they would need to be there for their friend if her family truly did not show up. Luna was of the opinion that while Molly might not show, George certainly would, along with Bill and Fleur and Charlie had planned a special trip. Kingsley had helped get him a portkey to Hogwarts and back to Romania.

"We won't let her be alone." Draco spoke up, his cheeks tinting pink. "Everyone talked about it. Getting together and supporting each other." He cleared his throat as Harry turned and looked at him, clearly uncomfortable. "We're her family. Right Longbottom?" Draco directed Harry attention to Neville, but the young Potter only had eyes for Malfoy.

"I'll be there too." The men all nodded a silent promise. Harry sat still for a little while longer. Neville took a seat by Sirius, eyes drifting around the room.

"That ring looks familiar." Neville pointed to his Lord ring. Sirius brought his hand up and looked at the ring as well.

"It's the Black Lord ring."

"I guessed that." Neville made a face of concentration. "I've just seen it before." Sirius shrugged. They continued speak about Lord and Heir rings. Neville had the Lord Longbottom ring, having claimed it when he turned thirteen. James appeared a few moments later, drawing everyone out of the room. Neville and Draco went with Sirius to the Black Vault Manager, while Harry went with James to the Potter Vault Manager. Harry was still out of focus, and James had to lead him around like a puppy.

"Heir Potter, I did not expect to see you... ever." The Potter vault goblin manager was behind a desk, far too high for him. Harry blushed, surprised to see no one but James still around him. Selwnek sat still, gazing a0 thet young wizard, before continuing, a tone of resignation, "How may I help you?"

"I'M SORRY IF MY ACTIONS CAUSED YOU PROBLEMS!" Harry spoke quickly, fighting down a blush. The goblin huffed. James patted his son on his shoulder, pleased.

"We would like to visit Vault 859, if you'd please." Selwnek snorted at the request, and another goblin led them to a cart. The trip to the vault was quiet. James was smiling, clearly amused at Harry expense, and Harry was trying to decide if he made things worse or not.

"Will you be wanting me to wait?" The goblin looked upset just being in the presence of the man who broke into the bank and got away.

"No, thank you Greknew. We will call when we need to be retrieved." James's voice was drowned out as Harry gazed at the door James had just opened. It was filled with everything, but gold. He spotted weapons, furniture, glassware, and so much more. He let James guide him until he stood before two portraits, there were others, but these two drew his eyes.

"Mum, dad, meet Harry." Dorea Potter was a tall, lanky, and pale witch similar to Sirius. She had deep black hair and grey eyes giving away her Black heritage. She was wearing a deep green robe that was embroidered with so many different gems, Harry could not identify them. She was looking at him with nothing but love in her eyes, there was a sternness as well. It was such a contrast from any other Black he has seen so far. Sirius loved him, but this was something different. Harry was not sure why.

Charlus Potter was an older version of his son, wild black hair, standing up in every direction, daring gravity to try and hold it down. His deep brown skin was a complete contrast to his wife. His haze eyes full of the same love, but instead of a sternness, there was a flicker of mischief burned in the background. Harry did not have to guess where James inherited his prank nature.

"Hello, Harry, I'm your grandmother and this," she gestured to the man sharing her painting, "Is your grandfather." Dorea smiled with such warmth, Harry could not help but smile back. "It's a great pleasure to finally meet you." She mumbled something about how it should have been sooner, thanking a particular wizard for it not happening. Harry heard none of it. He was lost in the awe of having more of this family to learn from, to get to know.

"My... my grandparents." Harry was gazing at them like a Christmas star. He had known that they had portraits in a Potter Vault, but there was a part of him that was ready to be let down. He rarely had happy things happen, and this was just another one on a growing list in the last year. He was about to burst for all the joy he was feeling.

"Of course..." Charlus spoke, watching his grandson begin to breakdown in tears, but he was fighting it. "Mayhaps, my boy," He was looking at James. "You'll give us some time speak to Harry?" James nodded, leaving the vault slowly incase Harry wanted him to stay. Once the door was shut, Harry shattered, sobbing loudly and without restraint. He did not know what to do with all the happiness he was being blessed with. "It's okay, let it go." Charlus's words made it worse.

"Charlus! Why would you send James away, our grandson needs his father!"

"My love, he needs to let go. James would not help with that." They bickered back and further as Harry sobbed, watching them with longing. What would his life have been like if he had been able to grow with his family. His grandparents alone would have torn the world apart to protect him. With his parents and the Marauders Harry knew he would have had a much different life. He would have been able to grew up with Dorea, rather than help raise her as brother so old he might as well be an uncle. His emotions were everywhere, spilling out at the faces of his grandparents, and the emptiness of a Vault.

He could not stop his voice as he told them every thought poured from his mouth. He told them about how he grew up with Petunia and her family. He told them about the cupboard under the stairs. How he was raised without love and was expected to continue to save the world, from eleven to now. He expressed all his fears with Lily and James and how he felt broken and a torn puzzle piece that no long fit with his own family. He told them about Hogwarts, Quirrell, the snake, finding out about Sirius, the Tournament, Umbridge, Draco, and finally the war. He told them about hunting the horcruxes and how he felt when he knew he had to die to save everyone else. The betrayal of Dumbledore who hid everything until Harry had nothing else to do. They portrait of his Grandparents remind silent listening to everything he had to say. They wanted him to let him release everything bursting inside him. Harry calmed down, having finally spoken all the worries that echoed in his head. He had not even told Hermione everything, even if he wanted to. He knew she had enough to carry herself, what sort of friend would he be if he continued to lean so heavily on her.

"I will be having a long-awaited visit with Albus." Dorea's eyes were burning. Harry knew he should be afraid, but it only brought a feeling of safety. Dorea Potter was enraged for him. Charlus was holding his wife firmly by the hand, Harry wondered why, but he figured it was so she did not immediately visit upon Albus the wrath in her eyes. Black madness. Harry recognized in Sirius.

"My boy, have... does James know... any... any of this?" there was a hesitation to his voice. Charlus was clearly uncertain how to handle the future. "I do not wish to assume." He took a breath, Harry could feel the calming magic he poured into his wife, attempting to quell her wrath for now. It bled on to his, softening his eyes and heart. He shook his head. "Mayhaps, you should tell him?" Harry shook his head again. He did not want James to know how weak he really felt. Harry was overwhelmed by everything.

"I do not know how to fit... not with a real family."

"What of this Ron and Hermione?" Charlus spoke again. Harry looked down, the complicated relationship between the Golden Trio was bit too much for them to delve into now.

"James will be moving us into Potter Palace this week." Dorea spoke, eyes having softened some, but Harry knew she would like to continue with her plans, whatever they may be. "The danger he and Kingsley feared seems to have passed." There was promise with her statement. They would be there for him, as much as portraits can be. He started crying again. He was so lucky.

It took an hour for Harry to conclude his first meeting with his grandparents. He exited the vault, having gotten a promise that they would not tell anyone anything he said. Dorea had scoffed and informed him that they were not going to discuss anything he told them, with anyone without his explicit permission. It was a relief for Harry. He told a bit about Hermione and Ron, before leaving. It had not said everything, but it was enough they had an idea of his devotion to his friends.

James had been seated just out of the vault, head resting against the stone. He smiled at his son and stood, wrapping his arms around him. He restated the fact that soon the Potters would be home to speak with as much as they were willing. James wanted them to meet their newest grandchild. Harry was surprised that the jealousy had turned into something else. He wanted his sister to want for nothing. He hardened his resolve, knowing he would fight the world again, if it meant she would never experience anything, like he did. Dorea would have her parents, grandparents, godparents, and an older brother who loved her without conditions.

"Good talk?" James asked him once they returned to Potter Palace. Harry simply nodded and head to his room, he had a lot to think about.

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7 March, 1999 Potter Palace

Harry spent a large part of his day speaking to his grandparents. It gave James and Lily time to focus on the new baby. Harry knew that they would be just fine if he wanted to be a part of their time with Dorea as well. He did not want to be. He wanted to form his own moments with his little sister and his parents. There would be time to form the memories with them all together for years to come. The new realization had done wonders to his moods. It also helped that Sirius had returned from where ever his mind had wandered, and was spending time at Potter Palace again. He would get this look while watching James, as if he was about to say something only to retreat to a safe topic. Harry wondered what he wanted to say, but James asked him to not rush it. Sirius would tell them when he was ready.

"Alright there, Pup?" Sirius had been telling him something about the Malfoys.

"Yeah?" Harry tried to not look to guilty for not paying attention. Sirius just shook his head good-naturedly. He had been in a good mood since he returned to home yesterday. Harry would say that he even had a bit of a skip in his step. It was a great change from the Sirius that seemed to be avoiding them all. "What was going on a few weeks ago?" Harry immediately turned red, ashamed that he had ignored his father advice.

"I..." Sirius shifted uncomfortable. "I was getting Grimmauld all cleaned up and ready to move into." He huffed, gazing longingly at the door. Harry followed his sight, but there was nothing there.

"You're moving into Grimmauld?"

"Exactly, the names going to change through... just have to wait a bit longer." Sirius leaned back, hands rubbing his face. "I do not want you to think I'm abandoning you." He took a peek at his Godson. "You're welcome anytime."

"Why?" Harry was surprised, but more because of how little he was bothered by it. Sirius had been staying more and more at Grimmauld for months now. He would still just be a Floo trip away, it would be like an extension on Potter Palace. Sirius blushed.

"I just, I don't want to live with my mate's family forever." He huffed, clearly having spent a bit of time thinking. "What if I'm married? Possibly have kids?" He trailed off; eyes still locked on the door.

"You want your own space... to start a family?" Harry let the idea dance in his mind for a moment was found the whole thing a bit numbing. He knew that eventually the ones returned to him would move on with their own lives. James and Lily were, raising a baby since they lost the chance before. Remus was away with his son, on the path to marrying again. It was natural that Sirius who was barely twenty-one, to move out of the Potter Family home to make his own.

"Something like that... I'll still be around a LOT! Do not think you've gotten rid of me." They both laughed. Harry found himself feeling settled into the idea. He knew that it was the best course for his Godfather, and he would still be nearby. "What about you? What do you want from the future?" Harry frowned at the question, eyes drifting up lost in thought. He wanted to do nothing, and he wanted to stop fighting. He did not voice those thoughts, instead shrugging, not ready for anyone else to know what he was thinking.

"Can I see Grimmauld? You said you were finished?" Harry watched Sirius pale and bit his cheek hard enough to bleed before responding.

"Not yet. Soon though." He stood up quickly wishings Harry goodnight and running out of the room. James entered shortly after he left and was surprised to hear the Grimm had runoff. Harry wished his father a goodnight and ventured to his own room, wondering what had gotten into his Godfather.

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6 March, 1999

Hermione did not want to Hogsmeade today. She had tried every excuse from homework to exams. Nothing had convinced Ginny, Neville, Luna, Lavender, Draco or anyone else that she could not spare an afternoon with her friends. Hermione still had not found common ground with the Druid, especially since she had decided that the whole group was a loss for shapeshifting. Winfred Potter had started avoiding everyone but Luna and Neville. Neville had tried to convince Hermione that there was more going on, but she was not having any of it.

Hermione twirling the Black Signet ring she had taken to wearing. The urge had proven too much to fight along with everything else, so she cast an illusion charm on it and worn it. She found comfort in the cold stone pressing into her skin. She would often forget she wearing it, since it fit her perfectly.

The hallway was empty as Hermione headed toward the Thestrals with Lavender. Lavender had spent a number of weekends with Remus, Teddy, and Andy. Hermione, at first, had been aghast at how quickly she and Remus found their way to each other, but that did not last after seeing the sheer happiness between the small family. Lavender had tried to explain that Werewolves viewed family dynamics differently, and things like mating were vastly under studied. Hermione only really understood one thing. Remus had a baby, a cub, and that cub needed a mother. Lavender fit everything his wolf wanted and since Teddy loved her and she loved him, Remus, the human part, found no reason to fight about it.

Hermione had tried to argue that that was not a great foundation for a last relationship, and Lavender laughed at her. That was when they both agreed that as long as everyone was happy and consenting, that was all that mattered. Lavender was happy, which Hermione would never fault her for.

Ginny was standing just off to the side of the carriages, watching Luna, who was petting and speaking to the Thestrals. Hermione knew the horses were intelligent, but she could never get passed their skeletal forms long enough to appreciate it. Draco and Neville were nowhere to be seen. Ginny waved them over with a smile, her eyes never leaving her girlfriend. Hermione not been surprised when Ginny informed her that they would be moving into Luna's family home until they decided what to do after graduation.

Ginny wanted to continue with Quidditch, and Luna wanted to travel. They hoped to find a middle ground before finishing Hogwarts. If Luna traveled with her father, looking for creatures and writing the Quibbler, Ginny could meet up with them when their location crossed. Quidditch was not a long-term career, she did not want to be a trainer, so Ginny assumed a max of ten years before she retired. Then she and Luna could travel and find her creatures together.

Lavender was moving in with Andy, Remus, and Teddy. She had gotten a letter from Witch Weekly offering her a job as a columnist. She would focus mostly on beauty tips, but was welcome to experiment as needed. Lavender had a huge following at Hogwarts for years with her tips and tricks, both Magical and Muggle. Remus did not want to take Teddy away from Andy, so they would stay with her until she expressed a desire for them to go. Lavender was confident that would not happen. Remus was set to be the new Defense teacher next year. Every eighth year groaned when they found out, wishing he had started this year instead. The current teacher was not bad, but after fighting a war, many of the students found them lacking.

Neville was planning on staying at Hogwarts as an apprentice to Professor Sprout, who wanted to retire in the next few years. Hermione knew that would benefit his relationship with the Druid, who refused to leave the Forbidden Forest.

Everyone had plans and for the first time in her life, Hermione did not. She wanted to help fix the government, she wanted to make changes for the better, and she wanted to make a difference, but there was something tugging at her mind that gave her pause. The government had continued on without her, while she finished school. If the Potters and Sirius had not been brought back, she was certain there would a lot more to do. The world was in shambled after they defeated Voldemort for the final time. His followers were found deep in the ministry and on every level.

Shackbolt was unsure if he had found them all. The remaining Auror had been stretched thin, tracking down those that ran and preparing those already captured for transfers to the new Azkaban. They were in dire need for new blood. With a large portion of students choosing to return to Hogwarts, they had to wait.

Hermione thought back to Kingsley's open offer of her working under him. A position would be created for her to use as a platform to both lead change and to support her once she took on path to be the new Minister. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time until she found herself in Kingsley's place. She was too opinionated to stop. She would never turn her back on anyone who needed her help, and what better place to assist then as the Minister for Magic.

"Ready?" Lavender grabbed her elbow and was pulling her toward the Carriages. Luna had whispered goodbye to her friends, and giggled when Ginny helped her into the nearest one. Ginny followed after and Lavender and Hermione joined them.

"Any plans?" Ginny asked everyone in their carriage. Hermione was pleased when the door shut and no one else joined them. She was still a little apprehensive with all the attention she was getting. She knew it was all a part of supporting unity and showing that she held no bad blood between other students, still she wanted more time to study and just be her usual studious self. It was strange how much attention she was receiving without Harry or Ron.

The village came into view and Hermione froze at the sight of Sirius looking out of place, watching each carriage unload, disappointment on his face every time they wandered away. He was wearing a pair of tight dark denims and a rough looking button up. The pairing was odd and had a smile on her face. Hermione stepped out first and did not wait for her friends, charging over to Sirius a question on her tongue and fear for Harry in her mind. The question was lost to her as his face lit up when he saw her. He took a few steps toward her and stopped, eyes bright, biting his lip lightly. She gave herself a moment to admire him. He was healthier than she had ever seen him, skin glowing in the bright sunny day. His hair was loose around his head, framing his face as if it was a work of art meant to be admired. His eyes were molten, heat pooling in the grey orbs, drawing her out to sea like a siren.

"Is Harry alright?" She stopped less than two feet away from him finding her voice, concern written on her face. He smiled, matching the fire burning behind his eyes. She took in a deep breath, mesmerized by them. The grey eyes were more alive than she had ever seen them. During her time in Grimmauld, there was madness and anger, but this was different. His eyes were molten steel, drawing her in and leaving nothing but heat in her blood.

"Course." He reached out to her and took a curl between his fingers, his eyes smoldering. "I wanted to surprise you." Her face turned red, the heat from her blood pooling in her cheeks. "Is... umm." he looked uncertain for a moment. "Is that alright?" He pulled away, his eyes flickering behind her for a moment before settling back on her face. "I apologize... you'd likely want to wander Hogsmeade with your friends." He let out a disappointed huff.

"NO!" Hermione jumped toward him, grabbing his hand. "I mean... I'd love to wander... with you." She was proud her voice only shook a little. His smile returned.

"Yeah?" His voice still held a tone of disbelief. Even as she nodded with enthusiasm. Sirius gripped her right hand, weaving their fingers together. "Where'd you like to go first?" Hermione snorted, tightening her own hand, letting him pull her away from her friends.

"I'm sure you know this village far better than I do."

"Possibly." He laughed when she let out a sound of indignation. "But, been awhile. I'd appreciate a guide. I'm not a young man. Or so I've been told." It was a poor joke, and her chuckle had to have been in pity, he knew. Still, she laughed. She hesitated for a moment, eyes drifting to Tomes and Scrolls. She turned sharply pulling him away. Frowning Sirius and tugged her back.

"Where do you want to go?" her question was met with a frown. He gave her a knowing look when she refused to even spare a glance at the shop, he knew was likely her favorite.

"Tomes and Scrolls." She looked up at him so quickly, eyes locked on his.

"You don't like to read." Her voice filled with disbelief.

"But you do, and I am here for you." He barked out a laugh at her suddenly angry face. "Don't argue with me Kitten. I'm pretty stubborn." He started toward the shop, eyes dancing with mirth.

"So am I." Her voice was soft, but the determination warmed his heart. "I don't want to bore you." It was his turn to look at her with disbelief; they were at the door now. He opened it for her, and pressed her forward, his hand at the small of her back.

"You can't be further from a bore. Hardly your fault, others can't always keep up."

"And you can?" She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with humor. He leaned in, eyes turning dark as he brushed her hair away from her ear.

"I can." The words were whispered to her, and echoed through her mind as he guided her deeper into the shop of books. Hermione's brain was still restarting as Sirius began to walked slowly down the aisles looking from shelf to shelf. "You're welcome to any book in the Black collection. I've had the whole lot looked at and any curses broken." Hermione snapped out of it at the offer.

"Oh... Sirius... Dungus sold anything unique. Or the Death eaters did God knows what happened to most of it." Sirius made a confused face, hands behind his back, head tipped in a way that reminded her of his animagus form.

"The Library in Grimmauld held only a small portion of the Black Collection." He looked thoughtfully at the shelves before adding, "Probably less then when I was there, since Walburga was not much of a reader." Hermione's brain shorted for the second time in the hour since Sirius appeared in Hogsmeade. She never would have guessed there was a separate location for the Black Collection besides Grimmauld. "Plus, the Black estate had taken control of several other estates since I returned. The Collection has likely grown..." Sirius paused, watching Hermione face dance between awe, confusion, disgust, and every other emotion a human face was capable of expressing.

"How many?" Her voice was airy, and Sirius had to take in a deep breath at the tone. He was surprised by his body's reaction to the tone of her voice. He scowled himself, there was no reason to get worked up over a question about books.

"I don't know exactly." His voice was uncertain of exactly where this was going. The rest of him was happily along for the ride.

"Guess." Hermione's voice was demanding an answer. Sirius would not have been able to stop himself if he wanted to.

"Hundreds of thousands? Blacks have been around awhile..." He was not prepared for the squeal that left her mouth and the jump hug that followed. His back smashed into the shelves behind him as he found his arms full of a nineteen-year-old Hermione. She was laughing with such joy, Sirius found himself joining it. He tightened his arms around her, pressing his face into her hair. "You can order whatever you'd like through Gringotts. They'd stop you from getting books we already have." Her arms around his neck, loosened and he took the hint to lower her back to the ground.

"You do NOT need to buy me books Sirius. I'm sure what you already have is plenty. I have gold to buy anything else I need." Her voice had not lost the airy tone, but there was a determination as well. "But I'll speak to your Vault manager, so I don't buy something you already have."

"I'd give you the world if I could." He surprised himself with his honesty.

"Don't be ridiculous. What would I do with the world?" She scolded him, joining their hands again, and heading out the shop. She had decided that there was little point shopping for books when she had a large collection for her pleasure. "How do I access the Black Collection?" Sirius let out a bark of a laugh before answering.

"Easy, just go to Gringotts and ask to see it."

"That's it?" She frowned.

"You'll need your wand." He shrugged off her question.

"Did you add me to the Vault list already?" He tensed, eyes darting around, looking uncomfortable.

"Something like that." They spent the rest of the day wandering around, talking about nothing and everything. He handed her into a carriage, pink tinting her cheeks. She would never admit it, but she felt like a princess.

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19 June, 1999

Hogwarts graduation day was supposed to be a celebration, but instead Hermione was panicking. She still had not decided what to do next. She knew that Potter Palace was always open to her, so she had somewhere to live. Kingsley had sent another letter, well really several letters offering the position in the Ministry. A year ago, that was the path she knew she wanted. It would allow her to guide the changes she wanted to see in the world, so a war like this was less likely to happen again. Now, with the rise of the Potters and Sirius, the world was already changing without her. She wanted to make a difference, helping the Ministry was looking less and less like the best way to do it. Assisting the Potters or Andy was likely to give her more opportunity to cause change, as well as working outside of the system that was so corrupt to allow the Blood War to happen in the first and second place.

She knew once, that she wanted to Minister one day. So few Muggleborns held that Position, but now she didn't know anymore. There were far more important paths for her to take. She took a deep breath and joined her friends in their common room. Trunks had been packed in the morning, or a few days ago in her case. The younger students had returned on the train the day before, leaving the older students alone in the castle. Luna stayed in the Gryffindor Dorm, and Draco begrudgingly let the new friends he had made into the Slytherin common room. Hermione had done her best to not laugh when Draco learned that Ron and Harry had been in their second year. The story of her brewing the Polyjuice potion was quickly relayed and that tumbled into revealing adventure after adventure. Hermione missed Draco's blush when she told him of sixth year, when Harry basically stalked him. Luna and Ginny did not, sharing a glance.

Neville had excused himself after a few hours, wanting to spend the rest of his time before summer with Winfred. He was an apprentice, but he would not be on campus regularly like he was now. Ginny yelled after him that he still needed to approach House Potter for a marriage contract. He hunched slightly and picked up his pace as the Slytherin Common Room entrance closed. Everyone had broken out laughing. Draco walked them back to their dorm, and slept in the dorm with Hermione and Lavender. Hogwarts supplied them with a spare bed. Dean and Seamus pretended Draco was not there, rather than being openly mean to him. Ron leaving had left a hole in the dynamic of their dorm. Neville didn't stay there often enough to have an opinion.

Hermione smiled at her friends and spun showing off one of the many dresses Lily sent for the day. They were allowed to wear what they wanted, but were encouraged to dress in their Hogwarts robes until getting their diplomas. The small group, decided to forgo them and wear what felt right. Ginny and Luna were in brightly colored casual wear. Neville was in a pair of semi-formal dress robes. Lavender was in a sundress, pink knee-high socks, and a pair of deep red mary janes. The outfit apparently drove Remus wild. They all decided collectively that they did not want to know what drove Professor Lupin wild.

The long sleeves of Hermione's knee-high dress were loose and flowing, not brushing against the ever-healing scar. It was a bright yellow, which was her color. Hermione had laughed every time Lavender told her so. She should have been in Hufflepuff, so her color was also her house color. Hermione thought she looked good in red as well. Hermione tugged shyly on her dress as the group applauded the outfit. Lavender had done her hair and make-up. Lavender had done all their hair and make-up.

Hugging tightly, they started down to the Great Hall. Minerva, as she told them to call her from this point forward, had wanted all the graduates to meet up beforehand. She had been vague as to why. Luna and Ginny were hand in hand, Lavender was literally skipping, Neville was tugging on his robes, Draco was trying to blend in with the emotional crowd, and Hermione led the charge. She was bouncing with confidence and excitement. She had been dreaming of graduation since she entered the castle the first time. Soon it would be happening, she'd be a part of the wizarding world.

The long tables were gone, the candles were unlit, and there were around 200 students graduating. The largest class in the school's history, since there were actually two years' worth of graduates. Minerva was standing off to the side, speaking to students as they came up to her, most were mulling about, talking among themselves. Their group stayed as close together as possible, not wanting to be split up into the crowd. Many helped fight during the Battle of Hogwarts, but many did not. Hermione tried to not feel bitter that many of those who did not fight, would benefit from the effort of those that did. She took a breath, hoping that when the time came when she'd have to face someone who was living a good life due to their work, called her something lesser then she was. She maybe a Muggleborn, but this world would not be as it was without her, and Harry, and Ron.

"Miss Granger, congratulation." Minerva wandered over, offering a hand shake.

"I am to call you Minerva, I think Hermione would do." Hermione let the thoughts go, knowing that this world was imperfect, but it was still hers, and she was ready to fight for it. Minerva nodded, gripping her hand tightly, a deep respect and affection on her face.

"You were a boon to Hogwarts, I wonder how we will ever be able to repay it."

"That's what's great about Boons, you don't have to." Hermione let out an unladylike squeal, turning around and wrapping her arms around Harry. His words were lost as he swung her around in a tight circle, expertly avoiding those around them.

"HARRY! What are you doing here?" Hermione managed to get her question out, face flush with joy. "I thought for sure you wouldn't be able to get away!"

"Two words, invisibility cloak." Harry smirked. "Plus, I wanted to see you all before the party."

"Mr. Potter!" Minerva was glaring at him.

"Oh, shit."

"Language!" Hermione join Minerva in scowled him.

"I was about to get to it." Minerva waved them off, heading over to the dais where the head table was usually stationed. Hermione huffed and continued to glare at Harry who had enough sense to look embarrassed.

"I figured she already announced it." His voice was soft, even though the graduates gave them a wide berth. "Surprise?" She snorted, hugging him again, before giving Minerva her undivided attention.

"Attention," Minerva cast a charm to make her voice boom throughout the room. They would not have been able to ignore it if they wanted to. "Due to the sheer size of the graduating class, it was suggested that a large party would be more acceptable." The group didn't seem to put upon over it. "I gave a counter suggestion, of asking first. Though they wanted it to be a surprise." She huffed sounding a bit put upon. "If you'd like to walk, there will be the opportunity before the party. If everyone approves of forgoing the tradition, the party will begin immediately." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a bit annoyed and a bit of relief. If she had been asked a year ago, she would have demanded the chance to show her accomplishments, now she just wanted to move on to the next part of her life. Acknowledgement was not as important to her now.

"I say we party!" Neville's voice cut through the silence, but was quickly joined by everyone else. Hermione lent her own voice, and laughed when several couples grabbed each other and shared passionate kisses in the excitement.

"Excellent. On behave of Hogwarts, Congratulations graduates of class 98 and 99." Harry barely kept track of anything as the crowd of graduates headed out onto the green, where food, drinks, small standing tables, and so much more were waiting for them. Harry managed to free himself from the waves and waves of attendees, hiding in the wings, happy to have congratulated his friends early. The guests bled into the castle and only Minerva's transfiguration kept them from wandering too far into the school.

"Hiding Potter?" Harry turned and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, who looked uncomfortable as Harry felt. Lucius and Narcissa would not be able to attend the graduation, one was in prison and the other had a lifetime ban from the school. Sirius had tried to get a brief reprieve her Draco's sake, but it didn't happen. She was waiting at a Black property for everyone to join her. Harry knew that it was a surprise Andy put together for him. Harry planned on making an appearance, and he knew Neville, Luna, and Ginny were also planning on attending. Hermione had not mentioned herself either way. Lavender was planning on arriving later with Remus, once he was done with a meeting with Minerva. He was accepting the Defense job next year.

"It's a bit much." Harry laughed at himself. "I'll never get used to the attention." Draco nodded in understanding. Not everyone was made for the life of glamer and fame. They settled into a light conversation about after school. Draco knew that he would one day take over his family estate and as the last direct male Malfoy in Britain he would have to take on responsibility eventually. Harry wished him the best, not wanting to talk about himself. He was still unsure what he wanted to do now. Kingsley's request to have him join the Aurors was still available, but he did not want to fight anymore. He did more than his fair share.

"Why don't you get your Defense Mastery and apprentice under Lupin." Draco's voice was unassuming, as if he hoped Harry would not hear him. "I heard from your DA that you were the best teacher, well except one." Harry nodded, agreeing to a point. He had never given much thought to teaching. He loved Hogwarts, but he did not think that he could return anytime soon. There were too many bad memories that needed to settle in his mind before moving passed them. He almost told Draco all of this, when his Portkey to the party for Draco started to burn, reminding him of the time. He had been instructed to keep an eye out for the Malfoy heir. Whichever person was closest to him, would bring him along. Harry smiled widely at the unexpecting man, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pressing the portkey into the flesh of his neck just as he felt the uncomfortable tug at his navel.

"WHA!?" Draco's voice got cut off with a pop.

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Hermione stood next to Ginny and Luna, wanting to offer as much support as she could for her friends. She also did not want to be alone. Hermione knew her parents would not be here. The pain of knowing that they would never know her again, was keeping her from fully enjoying the day. To compensate she wanted everyone around her to have the best time possible. That meant possibly seeing the Weasley's and by extension Ron. She had not heard hide or hair of him since they're terrible break up during winter break. She did know he was like still in training to be an Auror, simple by her knowledge of the process. She had researched it heavily during the summer after the war, since it was likely Ron and Harry would take up the change to continue protecting the world. She hoped they would not, but there was little more she could have done, but convinced them to return to finish their schooling.

Hermione hoped the Weasleys had decided to attend, otherwise Ginny would be devastated, regardless if she said otherwise. The Weasley's were a tight group, the love for each other was what made them a family. They did not have much to give, but Love, that they had plenty of.

"Don't worry, My Love, they'll be here." Luna snuggled into Ginny side, as she looked around trying to be discreet. Ginny didn't want anyone to know how much the divide with her family hurt her. Hermione knew that Bill, Charlie, and George would be here. She was not so certain about the rest. Percy was a bit better after reuniting with her family and Fred's death. He had to relearn how important the love from his family was.

No matter what, everyone knew, Ginny would not give up her happiness to appease her mother. If Molly was unaware of that, she was a fool. Ginny was the youngest child and only girl of seven, she knew how to dig her heels in. Hermione had a hand lightly on Ginny's arm, while Luna occupied her other side. They moved through the crowd slowly, taking the well wishes and speaking their own toward their fellows. Hermione lost track of time as they moved from group to group, hoping to encounter any of Ginny's family. Luna's father had found them a while ago, and moved to hug his daughter, before leaving her to give her Girlfriend her support. Luna's father was more understanding and accepting then Hermione knew. He opened his home up to Ginny without a second thought.

"Ginny!" Hermione turned and smiled at Bill and Fleur. Ginny broke away from Luna and run toward her brother with open arms and wet eyes. Bill's reaction was instant. He wrapped his arms fully around her, encompassing her entirely in his chest. "Congratulations, little sister."

Hermione moved away from the family as Charlie and George joined their bother greeting Ginny. Hermione smiled as she noticed Percy just off to the side, looking unsure if he was wanted or not. His pregnant wife was nowhere around, but that wasn't surprising. She was at least sixth months along if Hermione remembered correctly. Hermione did not see Molly or Ron, but didn't want to stay around and intrude.

"Hey 'Mione," Ron was standing in the way of her escape, a bit red and eyes looking down. "Congratulations." Hermione fought down the bile trying to force its way up her throat. She was upset even more, not liking the new reaction to seeing someone who was once her best friend.

"Thank you." She spoke quietly, hoping that this would be it. She was not ready to interact with him, just yet. He didn't move, still shuffling in front of her, clearly having more to say.

"Harry... umm. We're been exchanging letter." He looked at her for a reaction, and was met with calm eyes and crossed arms. "He said you had talked to him... for me." She nodded, turning her face away, looking for another escape. Ginny was laughing surrounded by her family; she looked so happy. Luna was just to her side, their hands intertwined. "Just... thank you. I know I've done nothing to deserve it." Hermione huffed cutting him off.

"You're not a monster Ronald. You and I just..." She let out a long-exasperated sigh. "We shouldn't've even tried. Nothing worked." Hermione wondered where everything went off the track. She had loved him for such a long time, and all that was left was a feeling like she had failed somehow. This was her fault, kept echoing in her head. If she had tried harder, tried to understand him; maybe it would have worked. Ron was nodding to whatever she had said. She had forgotten she had spoken.

"We were a bit of an odd couple." Ron chuckled lightly. "I really did love you. I guess... I just..."

"We both loved an idea." Hermione shook her head, cutting Ron off, before he would say something that would hurt her more. He always had the best intentions, she was certain. He just failed at achieving them. "Thank you for coming Ron." He shrugged and lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I got you something!" He smiled, pulling a package out of his robes. "Nothing big, but it just... yeah." He passed it her, and waited. She gripped the box tightly, freaking out that he wanted her to open it now. Quietly, full of uncertainty she pulled free the badly wrapped paper, and underneath was a box used for shoes. Muggle, that was surprising. The box was full of different S.P.E.W. buttons. She frowned. They were the ones she made while trying to liberate the House elves of Hogwarts.

"What?" She looked up confused at Ron, who looked proud of himself. She tried to keep her face calm.

"I found a bunch of 'em around. People chucking and tossing them. That sort of thing, been keeping 'em to return to you. S.P.E.W. was important to you. Right?" She wanted to throw the box at his head, but didn't. He had tried. She wanted to see the present as a thoughtful gift, like he intended, but it only looked like failure to her.

"Thanks Ron, this... this is very thoughtful." She closed the box, trying to distract her hands from shaking by rewrapping the box. "I really should go." She tried to smile, but knew that it was lacking. She was happy when he didn't seem to notice.

"See you around Hermione." He hugged her tightly, before heading over to his family. Hermione noticed there still wasn't a Molly. Arthur had made an appearance. Hermione took in the joy for her friend, and used that to cover up her feelings. He hadn't even said sorry. She let her thoughts run wild, wondering if there was even anything for him to apologize for. He hadn't done any wrong had he. She was in a whirl wind of emotions when a familiar voice broke her out of it.

"Hermione!" Glancing around, she realized that she had ended up by Hagrid's pumpkin patch. In her need to be alone, she had escaped the crowd. Hermione turned and saw a smiling Sirius approach her, his arms open, welcoming her in for a hug. She dropped the box and happily squeezed him around the waist. Sirius whispered his congratulations from the top of her head. "I was hoping I'd run into you." Hermione sighed, look up at his molten eyes. "I wanted to invite you to see Grimmauld... before we head to Draco's thing." His voice was shaking slightly. Hermione couldn't understand such a man being unsure of himself for a moment. She nodded to the question he didn't ask. She let out a surprised breath when they landed in the front room of Grimmauld. At least she thought it was supposed to be Grimmauld.

The room which had once been dark, dirty, and more acceptable as a haunted house than a place of residence. The dark was replaced with colors of yellow, red, and orange. It reminded her of fall. The furniture was replaced with cleaner cream-colored ones. The small table at the center of the room was a light wood and had a beautiful vase of wild flowers in it. The rest of the house was similar, each space opened up with large windows, and bright friendly colors. Hermione barely recognized the space anymore.

"It's beautiful!" At her words the house seemed to let out a breath of relief. Hermione wanted to laugh, if she wasn't so curious to the sentience of the home. Because that's what it felt like, a home.

The came to a room that was once a sitting room, but was now a garden of some sort. Every space possible was covered in plants. There were flowering plants and other she recognized for potions. Hanging on the far wall, like always was the Black tapestry. Hermione gasped in surprised as she noticed each face once burned off, was restored.

"I thought about just burning the whole thing down." Hermione turned to say something about preserving history, but stopped at his bright expression. "I figured you'd be upset if I did. So, I restored it and plan on letting the plants take over this room so I don't have to look at that." Hermione snorted, pleased that he took her opinion into account, and guessed correctly. She would have preferred he asked her directly, but this was a close send.

"Hermione..." He looked nervous. "I have... umm." He took a steadying breath. "What's the most important thing when casting spells?" She frowned, turning fully toward him, trying to decided what he wanted with the unprompted question.

"Intent." She let the answer flow from her mouth. "Before words and actions, intent is needed. Without it, nothing will happen." She spent a bit for time elaborating at the expression of encouragement on Sirius's face.

"You are the brightest witch of your age." The phrase brought a wide smile to her face. Remus had said the same thing to her many times, Sirius had only said it once, if she remembered correctly. "I wanted to." He took her left hand in his and took in a sharp breath bring the Black Signet ring to his lips. She bit her own as his brushed the cold metal. He took in a shaky breath and led her to the tapestry. She frowned turning her eyes away from him, back to the fabric shimmering against the wall. She followed the lineage all the way to Sirius Black, and jerked in surprise. Leading from Sirius Black with a line of coppery gold was Hermione Jean Black. Sirius had a tight grip on her shoulders, expecting her to run.

"What? What does that mean?!" Her voice was rising with her rising emotions. Sirius took a deep breath, keeping his arms around her shoulders.

"Marriage in our world, is actually pretty simple." He wouldn't look at her. Even as she squirmed getting more and more uncomfortable. "It requires, intent, a question and an answer, a..." his voice stumbled. "A kiss and a ring." He looked at her, his eyes calming her instantly like magic. "I tried finding a way out... once I noticed. You should have a choice." He took in a breath, turning so they were facing each other. "Normally we could separate... but a marriage by Magic. It can't be broke." He placed his hands on her cheeks, trying to gauge her reaction from her face. Hermione swallowed, knowing she'd have to say something.

She was burning with questions and emotions, but none of that had a place in this moment. She recalled Sirius asking her to marry him. She was only surprised that Sirius, the old Sirius had actually wanted to marry her. He had been in love with her, and she hadn't realized it. She wondered if he had known he'd be brought back. She doubted it, but still she wondered. A marriage by magic was so rare nowadays. She read about it some, but she knew she'd have to research it until she understood it completely. It felt right.

"I brought all the books on Marriage by Magic I could find." Sirius spoke, uncomfortable with the silence. "I knew you'd want to read everything you could get your hands on." She preened. After another moment and a glance at the tapestry; she frowned. She could feel Sirius tense at her reaction.

"I wanted to either hyphenate or keep my last name." She watched with interest at the name changed. Hermione Jean Black Granger. "How?" She reached out to touch the name, only to have Sirius pulled her back to him. His face was bright with excitement and hope.

"You're alright? With this?" He never released her face. She let herself get lost in his eyes, such emotion behind them.

"I mean it's a bit backwards of a way to do things, but I've never been conventional." She squeaked in surprise as he kissed her. He pulled away pressing their foreheads together.

"He loved you... I remember it." His voice was shaking with emotion. "I love you." She let out her own shaky breath.

"I..." Sirius kissed her again cutting of her broken words, burying his fingers into her hair, bending down so she could get off her toes.

"I'm patient. Say it when you're ready." She nodded; her eyes just as bright as his own. "Will you live here with me?" She started laughing, pulling him into a tight hug, nodding.

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a/n I started this wanting to focus more on Draco and Harry, this laid a bunch of foundation, but nothing like I wanted. However, after 10k words, it can wait. Lol. I almost ended it after Sirius explained how magic marriages work, but thought that'd be a bit cruel. And I am not that. From now on I will be focusing more on Draco and Harry. Hermione and Sirius aren't done yet, they will have their issues as well.