AN: I'm having a lot of fun writing this one to be honest!
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Part One: Unicorn
Hermione looked up at him and said, "Harry. We need to find Harry."
Sirius suddenly had more questions than he could process. He quickly picked up her robe and wrapped it around her shoulders. He decided to ask the easiest one. "How long have I been in there?" Her eyes avoided his, and he could feel his anxiety building up in him. The last thing he remembered was his crazed cousin coming at him.
"There's so much to tell you. Sirius, it's 2001."
He reeled back in shock, and the small witch in front of him flinched. He could feel the anger and bitterness taking over. First, he missed all that time because of Azkaban, and now he'd missed all this time because he'd been stuck in that dark in between. Not quite sure if he was dead or alive.
"Harry…" He choked out. Hermione's hands shot out and her thin fingers gripped his biceps.
"Don't worry! Harry's fine. He's getting married actually." Hermione smiled up at him, but she had tears in her eyes. Instinctually his eyes darted down to her left hand, and some small, uncontrollable, part of him felt relieved when he saw her bare fingers. She shivered and another flash of pain went through her body. She took a deep breath and added, "Voldemort died three years ago." She swayed on her feet. "Harry."
Sirius pushed all his questions down and said, "Right. Okay. Harry. Where do we go?"
She looked up at him and smirked. "Grimmauld Place."
Sirius groaned and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her upright. "Why on earth would Harry want to live in Grimmauld?"
Hermione was thankful for the distraction of answering Sirius's questions. The pain hadn't ebbed at all. "Ginny gutted the place as soon as Harry proposed. It's actually quite nice." She smiled smally and said, "I also think it made him feel connected to you."
They made it out of the Death Chamber and to the circular room with all the doors. Hermione silently asked for an exit, and the door towards the lifts swung open.
"I hate the bloody Department of Mysteries," Sirius mumbled. "What made you want to be an Unspeakable? Always thought you'd be up in a different department. Fighting the good fight and all that rot."
Hermione sighed and stumbled in her heels. She paused and pulled them off carefully, shoving them into her magically expanded bag. "I guess I was curious." When the lift lurched to take them up to the Atrium, Hermione had to fight off a bout of nausea. Something was definitely wrong.
The atrium was blissfully empty as they made their way to the floos lining the walls.
Once they were safely inside Grimmauld Place, Hermione collapsed on the ground. Sirius caught her around the waist and slowly lowered her down.
She could feel her heartbeat in her entire body and what sounded like rushing water was blocking her hearing. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her forehead against the hardwood floor in the living area.
Sirius watched helplessly from above her as she seemed to struggle to breathe.
He could hear creaking floorboards above him, and Sirius hoped his godson had woken up when they came through. He dropped to his knees next to the witch and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione?"
Suddenly there were rushed footsteps down the stairs, and Harry appeared right in front of him. Sirius's eyes watered as he stared at his aged godson. His aged godson that was looking at Sirius like he'd just seen a ghost for the first time. Which he supposed wasn't a terribly inaccurate response.
"Harry," Sirius choked out.
Harry's eyes darted between Sirius and his best friend on the ground, and he paled. Her friend, Florenti, had told Harry that he was worried about Hermione. That she was working non-stop, and he had no idea what on. It made sense then. Her refusal to slow down and take a break when Harry begged her to.
She'd brought back Sirius.
Sirius jumped to his feet right as Harry ran into his arms.
He felt tears in his eyes, and he only pulled away when Hermione let out a whimper from the ground.
He gave Sirius one more disbelieving look before dropping to the ground next to Hermione.
"Mione?"
Her eyes looked up at his, and she mumbled out, "Hurts."
Harry heard Ginny coming down the stairs.
"Harry, it's four o'clock in the bloody morning! Who's here?"
Ginny rounded the corner and froze.
"Oh shite."
Her eyes dropped to Hermione and Harry turned around, "Gin! Run and get Mione a pain potion!"
Ginny took one look at her and said, "Maybe we should take her to St. Mungos."
"No!" Hermione protested from the ground. Everyone's eyes widened and she said quietly, "They'll arrest me."
Harry looked up at Sirius and he said grimly, "She used blood magic."
Harry's eyes darted back to Hermione who turned her head so that one of her cheeks was resting on the floor. One of her eyes popped open and she whispered gravelly, "You deserve to have some family at your wedding, Harry."
He let out a choked sob and pulled Hermione into his arms, so that her cheek was pressed into his shoulder instead. "You silly witch. You're my family."
Sirius couldn't tear his eyes away from the two. His eyes darted up to Ginny as she reentered the room with a couple potions in her hands, but she didn't seem bothered at all by her fiance holding another witch in his lap. In fact, she seemed to soften at the sight.
"A sleeping draught and Pain potion."
Harry carefully pulled away and helped Hermione down the two potions before carrying her up to a spare bedroom. All three of them watched as Ginny transfigured Hermione's work robes into pajamas and the runes covering her arms became visible.
"What did she do?" Harry asked with pain evident in his voice.
Sirius quietly retold what had happened since he'd felt the pull to the moment they'd stepped through the floo. Once that was done Harry took Sirius to a pensieve upstairs and gave him the most important memories since the battle at the Ministry five years prior.
Harry being locked in that house with the evil Dursley's. Going after the Horcrux with Dumbledore. Draco Malfoy letting Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Snape killing Dumbledore. Moody dying. Bill and Fleur's wedding. The hunt for Horcruxes. Malfoy Manor. Remus dying. The fall of Voldemort. Harry becoming an Auror. Harry proposing to Ginny.
When Sirius finally emerged it was nearly seven in the morning and he was crying.
"Little Teddy?"
He asked his silent godson. Harry smiled fondly, "He's a happy kid, I'm babysitting this weekend. You can meet him then."
Sirius smiled and wiped his eyes. "James and Lily would be so proud of you, son."
Harry grinned. "You think so?"
"They'd love Ginny too. She's a fiery one. Lot like your mum that way."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "You're just in time. Wedding is in two weeks."
Sirius grinned. "Marrying young. Just like Prongs."
Harry laughed, but he stopped abruptly when he heard Ginny's aggravated shouts.
"Get back in bed you crazy bint!"
"No, Ginny! I have to go to work."
"Are you mental!"
Sirius and Harry ran to the other room and watched as Ginny attempted to push an equally aggravated Hermione back in bed.
"You need rest!"
Hermione scowled at Ginny and said, "What I need, is to speak to Avitus. Just give me an invigoration draught, and I'll be on my way."
"I'm coming with you," Harry said firmly.
"Me too," Sirius said at the same time Ginny yelled, "Harry!"
The red-head directed her glare at Sirius and he smirked.
"You know, red, I reckon you're turning into your mum. Clucking hen, you are."
Ginny gasped in indignation,
That did it.
She crossed her arms over her chest and turned back to the triumphant witch. "Fine! Go march your sorry workaholic arse back to the department of doom, but don't come crying to me when you've passed out right in the middle of the bloody ministry!"
Ginny spun on her heal and marched out of the room. Hermione grinned at her back and stood.
"Shall we?"
Once everyone was dressed and they'd flooed to Hermione's flat, so she could change the three of them walked into the Ministry.
Hermione and Harry walking in together was already attention grabbing, but Hermione and Harry walking in together with Sirius Black, between the two of them was quite another thing. A press team from the Prophet had been there to cover something in the Wizengamot that morning, but at the sight of the three of them, they changed coarse. Harry pushed Hermione and Sirius together and told everyone within hearing distance that Hermione Granger had returned Sirius to the living. There were yells of questions, and Hermione was starting to get dizzy when Harry promised questions would be answered at a later date.
It was odd, Hermione decided, for Harry to work as a liaison to the press for Hermione in that way. She nearly wilted at the pride and adoration in his eyes when he pointed at her and said, "She did it. She's truly the brightest witch. I owe her everything."
After that the flash of magical cameras had her woozily swaying on her feet. Sirius wrapped his arm around her right as another flash went off. They quickly shoved through the crowds after that to get to the lift.
On the lift ride down to level nine, Hermione started to lose her energy. She could feel the pain potion beginning to wear off. Her hand clutched Sirius's arm when the lift gave a particularly rough lurch on the seventh level, and she saw stars behind her eyes for a moment.
"Alright there, kitten?" One of his rough hands landed on top of hers, and she shivered at the contact.
"Fine," She choked out.
Once they were finally to her department, Avitus was waiting for them with his hands tucked neatly into the sleeves of his silver robes.
Her merely tilted his head to the side and said, "I knew you'd make a great addition to our team." His knowing eyes turned to Sirius and he grinned.
Then he spun on his heal and began the walk down the corridor.
"Don't mind him. He works in the Hall of Prophecies," Hermione whispered to Sirius and Harry. She let go of Sirius and slowly made her way down the hall after him. When they entered the circular room for the second time that day, a door that Hermione had never been through was open a crack. She steeled herself and stepped through, closely followed by Harry and Sirius.
She sucked in a breath as soon as she realized what was happening.
It was an all department meeting. The first one to ever be called since her joining. The room had dark walls and dark floor and cieling that made it look like a never ending room. In the middle was a long, white conference table with purple chairs lined up neatly all around it.
"Please have a seat, Mr, Potter and Mr. Black. I believe you have something to show us, Hermione?"
Hermione took a moment to observe everyone in the room. There were nine employees in the Department of Mysteries besides herself. She only ever spoke with Florenti though, and when her eyes landed on him, he winked at her.
She sighed and took off her outer-robe.
"Last night… Actually I suppose it was this morning, I performed an Ancient Ritual to pull Sirius Black from the veil in the Death Chamber." She looked around at the shocked faces around her.
"That's never been done before." An elderly witch by the name of Alma Morley whispered. She seemed to shake herself from her awe and said in a gruff tone, "I'm guessing we're here for a reason, Miss Granger, so what is it?"
Hermione's lips pursed and she said, "Right. Well, I guess you could say, I did not do as much research as I ought to have and the ritual is having some kind of repercussion that I am loathe to admit, I do not understand at all."
Florenti snorted indelicately, and she glared at him. "Sorry, dove." He said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes as she slowly removed her outer shirt like she had the day before and her runes were put on display. Nearly everyone in the room stood to get a closer look, and Hermione cringed at how much she felt like a muggle science specimen being dissected by eager teens.
"Care to show us all of them?" Alma said.
Hermione flushed. "Is that really necessary?"
Florenti gave her a rare serious expression and said, "Afraid so."
Hermione could feel her blush travelling down her neck as she quickly pulled her blue camisole off and folded it to rest on the table with her shirt. She ignored Sirius's wondering eyes and cursed herself for not wearing one of her more modest bras. Today, it was one Ginny had bought her that was all Slytherin green lace and next to no coverage. She took solace in the fact that all her coworkers, save Florenti, who let out a low whistle, were ignoring the fact that Hermione was half naked in front of them.
Hermione, to distract herself from the curious fingers of various Unspeakables prodding at her skin, began to tell them the details of her ritual.
By the time she was done she was crossing her arms uncomfortably over her bare torso, and everyone had taken a seat save Florenti who was standing to her right studying her the scars there in deep thought.
"Does it hurt?" He asked inquisitively.
"Yes," Hermione responded quietly. "Felt like someone was burning them into my skin and it hasn't dulled at all. Took a pain potion. It helped a little."
Her eyes met Harry's and he was giving her a look that she had seen too many times. The one that meant that he felt responsible. "Don't do that," she whispered under her breath to him.
He practically growled when he said, "But it's my fault!"
Hermione scoffed and said, "Don't be daft."
Avitus spoke up for the first time since the beginning when he said, "Yes, I daresay, Hermione would have attempted this no matter what."
Hermione nodded grimly and said, "It's true."
"I know someone," Florenti started and scratched the back of his head. "Someone from my time in school at Koldovstoretz that used to dabble in blood magic."
"Dabble?" Hermione inquired.
Florenti grew a dark expression as his eyes met hers for a moment. "A very dark wizard, Hermione."
Avitus tapped his nose before saying, "I believe the ritual you performed was some kind of trade."
"A life for a life," another Wizard added from further down the table.
Hermione's mind whirred as Sirius suddenly grew very pale from his place next to Harry.
"If that were true, shouldn't I have died as soon as he'd left the veil?"
Hermione was disassociating mildly to maintain her sanity. "I should think so," Alma added thoughtfully.
Florenti finally took his seat, and Hermione quickly pulled her camisole back on and tucked it into her muggle business pants.
"If what I did was a life for a life, but I'm not dead, what does that mean?"
Her eyes roved from one face to another in the room, and her hope slowly diminished as everyone in the room seemed just as unsure as she.
"I imagine it means, you don't have much time," Avitus said matter-of-factly.
Hermione paled and avoided Sirius and Harry's eyes.
Florenti cleared his throat and leaned forward with his forearms flat on the table. "This wizard, that I spoke of, his name is Stanislav."
Alma gasped and said, "You don't mean…"
Florenti nodded and said, "Yes. Stanislav Voronin."
Hermione was thoroughly confused as horror took over the expression of nearly half the people in the room.
"Who is he?" She asked urgently.
"He is bringer of dead, Hermione. He knows more of ancient blood rituals than anyone I know."
Sirius grumbled something that sounded distinctly like, "Do not like the sound of that."
"If anyone will know what to do, it's him," Florenti said reluctantly.
"Where can I find him?" Everyone looked at her in shock.
Florenti shook his head, "You can not."
She essentially stomped her foot in frustration, "Why the bloody hell not!"
His lips twitched before turning back into a frown. "He's in the Russian Wizarding prison."
"It is impossible," another witch said.
"No one in their right mind would go to that place," Alma yelled.
Hermione turned and for the first time looked at Harry. He was studying her with the same look he'd had in her flat over two years ago when she'd told him that she was going to be an Unspeakable.
Resigned, disapproving, and a little sick to his stomach.
"Well you can't go alone," Harry said finally. She could tell from that comment that he'd resigned himself to travel with her on this journey.
"No. Absolutely not, Harry. You're about to get married. You're about to get that promotion! Ginny would kill you, and Robards needs you. I got myself into this mess, I'll get myself out."
She could see the anger building in his emerald green eyes.
"Easy solution then," Sirius spoke up. When Harry looked at him, he said simply, "I'll go."
They both turned to Hermione whose lips thinned imperceptibly, but otherwise didn't protest.
"You pulled me out of that dark place, kitten. I'm going to help you."
Hermione, Sirius, and Florenti stood crouched over a map of Russia in Grimmauld Place's library later that evening. Hermione was doped up on invigoration draughts and pain potions and trying desperately not to let on how much the runes were hurting her.
Once word got out to the remaining members of the Order that Sirius Black was back from the dead George immediately set into action a large welcome back party that very same night at Grimmauld.
They weren't disclosing to anyone the truth behind Sirius's return, but if they were being honest, that was because they didn't exactly know the truth. Hermione was getting more and more anxious with every new tremble in her body. Sirius's sharp eyes flew to her every time.
"So… the prison is located somewhere in the Ural Mountains.
Sirius groaned. "Mate, do you know how vast the Ural Mountains are?"
Florenti sneered at him, "I am from Russia. I know of the vastness."
"Isn't there a ministry we could go through?" Hermione asked as she pressed her fingertips to the bridge of her nose.
"Russian Wizarding government is anarchy," he said quietly.
"Anarchy?" Sirius asked.
"Essentially, there is no Russian government," Hermione clarified.
"But there's a Russian Wizarding school?"
Hermione waved her hand in frustration. "This is all irrelevant. How are we going to find this prison, Florenti?"
Sirius frowned when the Russian man reached over and began to run a comforting hand over Hermione's back when another tremor shook her body.
"I have an aunt," he pointed at the Northernmost part of the Mountain range with his free hand. "I will send owl. Tell her you're coming. She lives at base of Mount Konstantinov Kamen. She will know the way."
Florenti's hand paused on her back, and he looked down at Hermione.
"I could come," he offered.
Hermione's eyes darted to Sirius, and she got flashbacks to all the fights that had occurred between Ron and Harry when they'd been on the run. Sirius already seemed to hold some type of resentment for her friend, so she shook her head firmly.
"You've already been such a help, Florenti. I couldn't ask that of you."
Sirius's lips twitched up, and Florenti removed his hand. "It is no problem." He gave her a bitter smile and said, "I understand. You're a witch who can not be convinced of things."
Hermione smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand. "Thank you, Florenti. Truly."
He squeezed her hand back before taking a step back and adjusting his robes on his shoulders. "Anything for you, dove."
"Will you be back for the party?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course." Hermione tried to stand to walk him to the floo, but he shook his head.
"You nap before party."
She nodded and said, "Yes, probably a good idea."
As soon as Florenti was gone, Sirius cleared his throat and said, "That wizard is carrying a bit of a torch for you, Granger."
Hermione gave him an incredulous look. "We're friends, Sirius."
He snorted and reached for her elbow to help her up. "Still a bit dense when it comes to the opposite sex, I see."
Hermione gasped and hit him as hard as she could in her weakened state, "I don't know what you mean."
She held onto him tightly as he led her up the stairs to her guest room that she had occupied just that morning. "Come on, kitten. You had no idea Krum liked you until he asked you to the Yule Ball. Then, don't even get me started on Weasley!"
Hermione scoffed, "Yes, well, Ronald and I weren't exactly compatible. Tried it out for a bit. Did not work out."
Sirius barked out a laugh, "Well, I could've told you that would happen."
Hermione suddenly grew very tired of the direction of the conversation. She'd gone on a few dates since dating Ron, but none of them really made it that far. Oliver Wood made it a couple dates, but the Quidditch talk got to her. Then Ernie McMillan, though the conversation was much more intellectually fascinating, had zero physical chemistry. It had been like she imagined it would be like if she kissed Harry. Krum and her had reconnected a year earlier and one completely drunken night, she had given him everything, but then he had to go back to Bulgaria, and she was so engulfed in her research that she broke it off with the excuse of bad timing. One year of chastity later, and here she was, talking to Sirius Black about her so called ignorance regarding the male sex.
Hermione refused to respond as she finally made it to her room.
He carefully helped her into her bed before making a dramatic show of tucking her in and winking.
"I'll wake you before my grand party. Then in the morning, we're off to Russia." Hermione cringed and rolled onto her side.
"I think, I am in denial about all of this," she whispered.
Sirius frowned down at her and sat on the edge of her bed. "Hermione, we'll figure this out."
He looked down at her as she worriedly gnawed on her bottom lip. He owed this small witch everything. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve a second chance. Part of him wished he was up there (wherever there was) with Prongs and Moony, but then he thought of Harry and that thought disappeared.
Sirius stayed by her side until she finally relaxed enough to fall asleep before slowly slipping out of the room and shutting the door.
Harry was waiting for him on the other side.
He was still adjusting to his godson's age. He was the age of James the last time he'd seen him, and he looked so much like him that it nearly hurt to look at him.
"Harry!" Sirius clapped a hand on his shoulder and watched as Harry cocked his head to the side curiously.
And there was the Lily in him.
"Care for a drink, Sirius?"
Sirius followed him all the way to the small breakfast table branching off from the kitchen and watched as Harry poured two tumblers of firewhiskey.
Harry sat down and stared at Sirius over his glass.
After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, Harry said firmly with no room for questions, "You'll take care of her, Sirius."
Sirius's eyes widened slightly before he cooled his expression and said, "I owe that witch a life debt. Of course I'll take care of her."
Harry's expression remained blank for a moment before he nodded in acceptance and whispered, "After the war we just had each other. I'd lost you and Remus, and her parents memories couldn't be reversed… The Weasley's were like family to us, but they couldn't understand. We became each other's family." Sirius hadn't known about her parents. From the pensieve he'd gathered that she obliviated them, but not that she'd been unable to reverse it. When he looked back towards Harry the boy, no, man, had tears in his eyes. "I can't lose her too, Sirius."
Sirius felt a pang of guilt. She saved him, possibly at the cost of her own life, and he was painfully aware of how unworthy he was.
Hermione Granger for Sirius Black hardly seemed like a fair trade.
"If I have to walk back into that veil for her, I will, Harry. I promise."
Harry shook his head and frowned. "I don't want that either, Sirius. I just want you to do everything you can."
Sirius took a deep gulp of his firewhiskey and said, "That, I can do."
Sirius woke Hermione about fifteen minutes before the party, and she was currently allowing Ginny to shove her into one of the red head's many party dresses.
It was a form fitting lavender dress that fell a few inches above her knee and had a less than modest neckline.
"Ginny, I can not wear this."
She watched as the red-head ignored her in favor of working on a glamour to cover her runes.
"Ginny!"
The witch responded by pinching Hermione's arse and smirking in the mirror. Hermione yelped and Ginny said, "Last few weeks on earth, I am getting you laid, Hermione Granger."
Hermione flushed and said indignantly, "I do not need to get laid."
Ginny hummed disapprovingly and started braiding Hermione's hair. "I personally think either Sirius Black or that Florenti guy, are both excellent options."
"Ginny!"
"I mean have you seen their arses!"
Hermione covered her face with her hands as the evil witch cackled behind her. "You're getting married, you shouldn't be looking at anyone's arses but Harry's!"
"I can look. I just can't touch," Ginny said flatly.
"Oh, Merlin."
Once Ginny had finished with Hermione's hair, people had started arriving downstairs. She let her friend drag her downstairs and before she knew it she was standing in the corner with a glass of wine in hand, silently observing everyone in the room. George had truly outdone himself. There were a crazy amount of people in the house, and there was loud music playing on the wireless.
George himself was making rounds in his Wizarding Wheezes uniform with a tray full of candy that she was sure, were some part of a dangerous prank.
She quickly declined when he offered it to her.
"Always a clever one, Granger!" He said before flitting away to stand next to his very pregnant wife, Angelina Johnson.
After the war, George took nearly a year to reopen his shop after losing Fred. Then a year after that, he was married to Angelina. Hermione couldn't wait to meet little Fred jr.
A pang of loss suddenly hit her and her face dropped.
What if she didn't make it that long?
Florenti appeared in front of her then and dropped into a deep bow. "Care to dance, dove?"
Hermione frowned. "No one is dancing, Florenti."
He ignored her and pulled her into his arms. She scrambled to place her drink on a passing floating trey before he was guiding her across the room quite dramatically. She actually found herself grateful for the distraction when he spun her and had her laughing at the outrageousness of it all.
Soon more people started dancing, and Hermione smiled at the sight of Ron standing unsuredly in front of an enthusiastically dancing Luna.
"You need to be careful with Stanislav, Hermione." Hermione's smile faded at the warning in Florenti's tone.
"I know," she assured. She'd heard rumors about this Russian prison. It's remote, and full of some of the darkest witches and wizards.
Florenti's grip on her hand tightened and he said, "He plays games. He'll try to trick you."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "I've had my fair share of dark wizards."
He smiled at her, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, I imagine so."
Hermione remembered then, Sirius's comment about the wizard holding her. "Florenti…"
He must've seen something in her eyes because he suddenly pulled away, "Just come back, Hermione. We'll talk then."
Hermione stood there in shock as he slipped away into the crowd.
"So… not Florenti then?"
Hermione turned and glared at Ginny. "I am not sleeping with anyone tonight, Ginny!"
"Well, that just sounds incredibly boring." Hermione spun and flushed at the sight of a very intrigued Sirius.
She groaned out, "Ugh, not you too!"
"Sirius, will you please have sex with Hermione tonight?" Ginny asked sweetly.
Hermione's hands, once again, flew to her red cheeks. "Oh my god, Ginny!"
Sirius barked out a laugh and said, "I like you, red."
Ginny smirked behind her glass and wiggled her fingers on her left hand, "Paws off, mutt. I'm taken."
Hermione's hand went to pinch the bridge of her nose, and she grumbled something about needing a drink before getting out of there as fast as she could manage.
She spent the rest of the night drifting around and having as many conversations with the people she was closest to as she could. It was hardest talking to Ron and Mrs. Weasley and pretending like she wasn't about to go on a mission to the most dangerous wizarding prison with Sirius Black to try and save her own life. She wanted so badly to hug Ron close, and tell him how much she loved him despite their fighting. She wanted to tell Molly that she appreciated how she'd brought her into her home after the war. There were so many things she wanted to say.
By the end of the night she was so emotionally and physically exhausted that her hands were trembling as she tried to use magic to pack her bag for a trip like when they'd gone after the Horcruxes.
It was similar in that she had no idea what she was preparing for.
Her magic was hardly cooperating either which was the final straw.
When Harry came up to check on her she was laying on the ground of her room in her party dress crying her eyes out with items strewn across the room that she'd been trying to pack.
Harry yelled out in surprise, "Hermione!"
He hesitantly stepped into the room, and his eyes roved warily across all the items. Ginny and Sirius appeared behind him in the doorway with wide eyes. "My magic isn't working, Harry." She choked out.
Ginny ended up being the one who held her in her arms to try and calm her down as her glamour slowly faded and Sirius and Harry worked to shove everything into Hermione's expanded bag.
Hermione was having a full blown panic attack.
"My magic is fading, and it hurts, and I don't know what to do or even where this bloody prison is!"
It wasn't until Sirius crouched in front of her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder that an odd sort of calm took over her. Her sobs slowly faded to hiccups as he whispered reassurances.
Harry watched with a curious expression as Sirius's presence seemed to calm her down tremendously. His eyes darted to Ginny as she seemed to notice the same thing. She wiggled her eyebrows at him in a manner similar to George, and Harry paled.
"We can do this, Hermione," His godfather reassured.
Hermione sniffled and slowly nodded her head, "Okay."
AN: Second installment done! Off to Russia they go. I definitely took creative liberties with Russia. I have no idea what the wizarding world in Russia is like and I honestly have no idea what Russia is like in the real world:/
Thanks for the follows, favorites, and reviews! Hope you're enjoying this story so far. I love Ginny and Harry so much I cry:')