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Hermione was fidgetting with her coat after they landed in a field. The chilled air of spring announced a storm off the edge of the view. Tomorrow was going to bring rain. Sirius reached over and pulled some random flecks of grass off the witch's shoulder.

Hermione smiled with a nod. "Thank you, Sirius."

"Of course, we don't want those curls tangled with grass for the wrong reasons," Sirius teased.

Remus covered his face and breathed as the witch's cheeks bloomed with color. "It's just over this way," Hermione mumbled as she pulled from the animagus.

Remus waited for her to be several steps ahead before smacking Sirius in the chest. "Ouch, what's that for?" He hissed, rubbing the spot of the attack.

"Don't flirt with her, you wanker. Can't you see she's got more to work out than your charms?" Remus snapped under his breath.

Sirius rolled his eyes and twitched his nose. "Well, it's not like I do these things on purpose. She a lovely little witch- I say what I think."

"You're hopeless," Remus groaned.

"And you're just jealous that when I open my mouth, I say what I think," Sirius grumbled.

"I most certainly do not. Merlin, I'd be killed for some of the things crossing my mind. Cursing you with a tongue-tying hex for one," Remus retorted.

"Marauders, if you're done arguing, the house is just over this hill," Hermione called back to them.

Sirius sneered at Remus and marched up to the witch. Remus watched a moment as he commented on something, and the girl giggled with a nod. It was odd and frustrating. Sirius always did what pleased him, and it wasn't until the witch pulled away from him tucking a curl behind her ear that she addressed Remus.

"Are we ready?" She questioned while looking toward the stalling werewolf.

Remus walked up, and Sirius hemmed. "Speaking of painfully shy, it took me several years at Hogwarts before I decided to have a girlfriend."

"What? That's not the stories you told Harry," Hermione replied as they continued their trek.

"You really think I'd want my godson to know that I'm more than just a bit particular?"

Remus snorted while shaking his head. "Particular is the word for it. Sirius likes to believe he was the driving force for James and Lily to have gotten together. He isn't short in fine words when he's helping his best mate write a love letter."

Hermione laughed while shaking her head. "The stories I've heard. Sirius, you can say all you like that you weren't a dog in Hogwarts, but I've heard it from your mouth."

"Well worded," Remus snickered.

"I'm mortally wounded!" Sirius exclaimed as he patted his chest. "Just because witches fancied my looks does not mean that I fought for them."

"Truth be told, he didn't try hard to chase. Sirius only liked to be admired from a safe distance. Intimacy doesn't come easily for our favorite dog," Remus declared.

Hermione glanced at Remus with a frown as they were approaching a gated garden. "Intimacy is a completely different set of rules than flirting and shagging," she paused and waved a hand. "Let's shelf this until we get through this day. You both are going to get tons of questions, some of which you might not know the answer. Just stay calm."

Remus motioned agreement. "Certainly."

"Are we allowed to hug him?" Sirius mumbled.

Hermione tilted her head and inhaled. "I won't fault you for it, but let's try to keep it minimal. You have to tell me if you start feeling ill or odd. It's vital, especially for you, Remus. I don't want you to wear yourself down."

"I will stay aware of my wellbeing," Remus confirmed.

Sirius straightened his jacket and turned to Remus. "Do I look, alright? Do you think he's going to remember us? I don't even know what he's going to look like," Sirius murmured in anxious haste.

"He looks like his father," Hermione said.

Remus smiled and patted his fellow marauder. "Just relax. Remember, Harry knows us. Even if we don't remember him."

Sirius breathed and thinned his lips. "Will he still love us?" Sirius whispered.

"Yes," Remus responded.

Sirius bobbed his head several times before releasing a groan. "Alright, let's go in before I talk myself out of this."

Hermione opened the gate and breathed with a nod. "It's going to be fine," she murmured to herself.

Remus could smell the minor amount of fear and anxiety she was exuding. In a way, that comforted him. She was just as nervous about being here as they were. Perhaps for different reasons, but it held more realism. Hermione wasn't made from stone or steel- her courage was limitless, but her feelings were palpable.

When they approached the door, Hermione took a step forth and grabbed the knob. She stood there a moment and breathed before glancing back at the marauders. Was she looking to them for strength? Was she second-guessing this? They weren't positive.

"I, there's," she stopped and breathed. "Harry isn't happy with me these days. Ron blamed me for not standing by him, and I didn't. I couldn't. I was hoping this might help our friendship," she whispered to them.

Remus touched her shoulder with a nod. "We will do what we can to assist."

Hermione nodded and turned back to the door when Remus pulled away. It swung open, and Hermione stepped through the threshold. Sirius was biting on the inside of his cheek as the marauders followed. It was a lovely place, and the hallway was covered in framed photographs that lined the walls.

The witch pulled her hair from her face as she walked through the hallway and into an opened room. The marauders hung back for a moment as murmuring became directed toward the witch.

"Hermione! Oh, we weren't expecting you!" A feminine voice exclaimed.

"Aunt Hermione!" A little boy shouted.

Hermione was bent down and hugged the little boy jumping and tugging on his hand. She breathed and smiled as the smaller boy waited with a book in hand. How she missed just to be touched by her loved ones.

"It's been a long time, Aunt Hermione," Albus said with a scowl. "I had a book waiting."

"Mhm! And we don't even see you when we go to Grans!" James shouted as he pulled away.

Hermione inhaled and nodded as she looked at the boys. "I know, but I've been working so very hard."

"Goblins, go get out of your pajamas while your aunt gets tea. You know the rules, we can't hug her too much," Harry grumbled as he scratched his chin.

Albus rushed forward and hugged her before skipping from the room with James. Hermione stood up and pivoted toward the Potters. "Hello," she said with a small smile.

"What's wrong? You never come over unannounced," Harry mused.

Hermione rocked her head and ran fingers through her curls. "I've been working hard, but I had an odd occurrence today."

Ginny stood up and straightened her shirt. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No, but something else happened," Hermione murmured. "Harry, I don't know how to explain it."

Harry scowled as he rose from his seat and crossed his arms. "What is it? Did you come across a cure?"

"Harry, I found Sirius and Remus," Hermione breathed.

"What?" Harry asked and dropped his posture.

Hermione turned toward the door, and Sirius poked his head through the doorway. "Can we come in now?"

The witch waved him inside, and Sirius shuffled inside with Remus in tow. "Now, they don't have their memories of us," Hermione warned.

Sirius stood in front of the group and swallowed hard as he looked at Harry. "You look so much like your dad, I, it's," he sputtered with wide eyes.

Ginny politely pushed Hermione aside and reached out, touching Sirius's shoulder. "You're real. Merlin, Harry, he's really here."

Harry grinned and took the animagus in a giant hug. "Sirius, oh, Sirius! How is this possible?"

"I don't know!" Sirius barked out laughter as he hugged him back.

Ginny walked passed Hermione and smirked at the lingering werewolf. "Professor Lupin, you're a sight for sore eyes. Hermione needs someone as smart as her to talk to."

"You're Ginerva? Hermione told us about you," Remus said while holding out his hand.

Ginny took his hand in hers. "She doesn't exaggerate. I'm the sharp-tongued Weasley."

Hermione shuffled away from the group as she observed. "Not so fast, Hermione. You haven't even told us about all this," Harry retorted when he pulled away from Sirius.

"She knows about as much as we do, Harry," Remus confirmed.

Harry laughed and reached over to Remus. "Merlin, it is good to see you, Remus."

Remus reached out and hugged the Potter. "Harry, it's so pleasant to see you," he sighed while embracing Harry.

They pulled apart, and Remus gestured to the scar. "Oh, yeah, no one points that out much anymore," Harry chuckled. "I got it the night Voldemort attacked my parents."

Sirius scowled and huffed. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"What do you all remember?" Ginny questioned.

Remus and Sirius gazed at each other before shrugging in unison. "Graduating from Hogwarts," Remus said.

"Merlin," Ginny gasped. "You don't remember anything? Not even Harry's birth? You don't remember Lily and James's wedding?"

Sirius shook his head. "No, not one bit. We woke up in the Death room together, it was dark, and we felt like a hangover dwelled on us. I felt ten years older when I moved, and we waited out someone finding us."

"Death Chamber? They were by the Veil?" Harry inquired as he turned to Hermione.

Hermione rocked her head. "The Unspeakables had left the day before I found them. Something spooked them. Kingsley is going to get a recount of anyone he can track down. It might be that there was a magical oddity that happened prior to their appearance," she relayed with a pout.

"This little witch comes running at us like we're long lost family and scared us nearly back to death," Sirius snickered with a wink.

Harry walked over to Hermione and held his arms open. "For old times sake?"

Hermione breathed and launched herself at him. "Oh, Harry. I was so close to giving up," she sniveled while holding onto him.

"It's okay, Hermione. Everything's going to be okay," Harry murmured.

"But it's not, nothing's okay! Ron is gone, and it's my fault. I can't even see you because of this. I miss us. I miss my family," she whimpered.

Harry pulled from her and took a step back. "Remember what Kingsley said: If you get upset, you can't be near an affected. You have to get through this. I'm sorry we can't be there for you, but Sirius and Remus are here now. They'll help you find an answer."

Hermione wiped her face with a firm nod. "You're right. This is only temporary. We can all be together as a family again."

"Why don't you help me go get lunch on, Hermione? Give them a chance to catch up?" Ginny offered.

"Yes, that's appropriate. I can have the boys tell me about school," Hermione responded.

Hermione walked with Ginny from the room, and Remus caught the start of the conversation. "Have you told Remus about Teddy?" Ginny whispered.

"No, I'm working my way up to it," Hermione hissed.

"Best before the Easter holiday. He does live with you," Ginny's voice faded.

Remus arched an eyebrow at the animagus who was half listening to Harry explain about the house. "Who's Teddy?" Remus asked.

Harry's mouth fell agape. "Oh, Hermione didn't tell you?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Tell me what?" Remus huffed.

Harry ran a hand over the back of his neck. "Remus, he's your son."