...too... tired... to think of anything to write... guys, if my spellings really bad, that's cos its midnight, K? But
first, I would like to apologise. AGAIN. I tried to repost chapter four with some little mistakes fixed, and I
accidentaly clicked new chapter, except replace old one. *bash head on keyboard again* I am a total
imbecile. Not once, but twice. You think I'd learn, wouldn't you?? *sigh*
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Even though it was what Sirius called 'The Eve of Christmas Eve Eve', and the holidays had just started, Sirius
and Hermione sat together in the common room, working. After a particularly nasty encounter with Sirius'
least favourite teacher about Sirius hardly ever doing any homework for Potions, Snape had set him a nasty
essay about the importance of a basic knowledge of Potions to be handed in... tomorrow.
Sirius threw down his quill. He'd been looking through the book Hermione had given him for what seemed
like forever (in reality it was about fifteen minutes), and had drawn a complete blank. "I've had it." he
declared. "This is hopeless. How can I write an essay on the importance of Potions when I don't think it's at
all important?"
Hermione frowned. "How much have you written?"
Sirius measured his composition. "Three inches. And what I have written makes no sense."
Hermione took the roll of parchment off him, her brown eyes scanning the almost illegible writing. "No, it
doesn't."
He sighed, and snatched it back. "Oh well, I can always fall back on the 'if all else fails, make it up' principle."
He picked up the discarded quill, dipped it in his ink bottle and began to write. He had written almost twenty
inches before he looked up at his 'girlfriend', who was giving him an odd look.
"What?" he grinned impishly. "I'm trying to *work* here."
Hermione didn't even smile. "Sirius..." she said slowly, still giving him that strange stare. "What's that ring?"
She pointed at the long fingered hand spread out over the desk. "It's just that it looks like... an engagement
ring."
Sirius hurriedly shoved his hand under the desk, with what seemed to be a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Shutup!" he hissed, glancing at his godson, who was playing chess with Ron by the fire.
"It is?" Hermione's eyes widened. "But you've been in Azkaban... on the run..."
"I did have a life before that you know." he said softly, almost sadly.
"Sorry." Hermione apologised quickly. However she couldn't contain her curiosity. "Who is she? Why
haven't you told Harry?"
"Harry would only feel sorry for me." he sighed heavily, suddenly interested in his lap.
"Who is she, Sirius?" she persisted.
"...her name is Seraphina Tenebres." he said reluctantly.
Hermione settled herself into her chair. "Tell me about her."
"...I don't really want to go into it at the moment--"
"Oh, come off it, I told you my-- secret-- tell me!" Sirius said nothing in reply to that demand, so she
continued. "If you don't tell me about her, I'll go and tell Harry..." she stood up threateningly. "Look, I'm
going..."
Sirius grabbed her arm. "Don't you dare..."
"Watch me."
Had he been a girl, Sirius would have pouted. "Fine. Have it your way."
Hermione sat down again. "...so..." she prompted, her air changing to one of kindness.
"Her name is Seraphina Tenebres... but her surname should be Malfoy." he began, finally looking up at
Hermione's astonished face.
"Malfoy?!" Hermione exclaimed before she could stop herself.
He nodded. "Her family tree's a bit complicated. Her mother, Angela Malfoy, married a man named Roger
Tenebres, something her brother Lucius was not pleased about. Roger was Muggle-born, and you know how
Malfoys treat Muggle-borns."
Hermione nodded glumly. She'd lost count of the amount of times Draco Malfoy had called her Mudblood.
"So basically, her mother was in disgrace. Except she didn't care about that. She *really* loved Roger. And
he really loved her. And when Angela died, when Seraphina was just two and a half, Roger couldn't go on.
He killed himself when Seraphina was nine."
Hermione gaped. "...that's awful..."
Sirius nodded. "It gets worse. The only relatives she had left was Angela's brother Lucius. He was married
to a woman named Annabell, but he just married her so he could father heirs. Except, Annabell had
managed to keep it from him that she was unable to have children. Sera was sent to Malfoy Manor as heir,
something she was... less than pleased about." Sirius' hands clenched into fists, and his voice began to shake.
"Other than Pettigrew, Lucius is the person I hate the most. He's a violent, child-hitting bastard who deserves
to be killed." Sirius quickly calmed himself down. "Once he found out Annabell couldn't have children he
had her killed, you know."
For once in her life, Hermione was lost for words. She simply sat there, mouth open, eyes wide.
Sirius took a deep breath and continued. "By the time she came to Hogwarts, she was practically an
emotional eunuch. Kept up a good act though, plenty of girls were jealous of her. She *was* beautiful. She
had gorgeous long silver-blonde hair, and really blue eyes. And she got good marks in practically everything
because Lucius pushed her so hard."
"I feel so sorry for her."
"So did we, once we found out what her uncle did to her. Bastard. I bet he's that bad to that son of his as
well."
"Draco?"
Sirius nodded. "I'm guessing he's as rude as he is because of Lucius."
Hermione went to bed that night with a lot to think about.
***
(A/N: Sorry for the depressing bit peeps, but it had to be done. The rest of this chapter will be more happy.
^-^)
The next morning Sirius was his usual bubbly self. While the four of them were sitting at the Gryffindor table
eating breakfast, he even went so far as to suggest a trip into Hogsmeade.
"But it's not a Hogsmeade weekend." Hermione pointed out, giving him a disapproving look.
"So?" Sirius shrugged. "There's some things I need to buy."
"Like what?"
"...supplies. And some dress robes. The ones Dumbledore organised for me are... *maroon*." Ron
practically winced with sympathy. "If they expect me to go to the Yule Ball in *that* I'm not going."
Ron grinned. "You should have seen my old ones! Maroon, with *lace*."
"Yuck." Sirius agreed. "So, who's up for it?"
Hermione frowned. "I can't. I have to... help Ginny with something..." Geez, Sirius thought, Hermione is an
awful liar... But he shrugged anyway, and turned to his godson.
"I'm in." Harry grinned cheekily. "Should be fun."
Ron nodded in agreement. "Definately."
***
"Ron, that was my foot." Harry accused, but in a whisper. All three of them were huddled under the
Invisibility Cloak, making their way towards the statue of the One-eyed Witch. But hiding three teenagers,
two of which were very tall, proved quite difficult.
It took a long time to get to the right corridor. They stopped in front of the statue, and Harry rummaged in
his robes for his wand, managing to prod Sirius hard in the ribs with his elbow.
"Ow! Watch it Harry!" Sirius rubbed the sore spot, wincing in pain.
"Sorry. Dissendium."
The Witch's hump opened, and one by one, they slipped out from under the Cloak, and slid down into the
dark passageway that led into Honeydukes.
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Disclaimer: I am making no money off this fic, so pweeeeease don't sue me. Harry Potter is not mine,
dammit!
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I really didn't enjoy writing the first bit, but believe me, it had to be
done, so I, like the lazy person I am, put it off. heh heh heh.... And I promise not to screw up posting stuff
again.
first, I would like to apologise. AGAIN. I tried to repost chapter four with some little mistakes fixed, and I
accidentaly clicked new chapter, except replace old one. *bash head on keyboard again* I am a total
imbecile. Not once, but twice. You think I'd learn, wouldn't you?? *sigh*
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Even though it was what Sirius called 'The Eve of Christmas Eve Eve', and the holidays had just started, Sirius
and Hermione sat together in the common room, working. After a particularly nasty encounter with Sirius'
least favourite teacher about Sirius hardly ever doing any homework for Potions, Snape had set him a nasty
essay about the importance of a basic knowledge of Potions to be handed in... tomorrow.
Sirius threw down his quill. He'd been looking through the book Hermione had given him for what seemed
like forever (in reality it was about fifteen minutes), and had drawn a complete blank. "I've had it." he
declared. "This is hopeless. How can I write an essay on the importance of Potions when I don't think it's at
all important?"
Hermione frowned. "How much have you written?"
Sirius measured his composition. "Three inches. And what I have written makes no sense."
Hermione took the roll of parchment off him, her brown eyes scanning the almost illegible writing. "No, it
doesn't."
He sighed, and snatched it back. "Oh well, I can always fall back on the 'if all else fails, make it up' principle."
He picked up the discarded quill, dipped it in his ink bottle and began to write. He had written almost twenty
inches before he looked up at his 'girlfriend', who was giving him an odd look.
"What?" he grinned impishly. "I'm trying to *work* here."
Hermione didn't even smile. "Sirius..." she said slowly, still giving him that strange stare. "What's that ring?"
She pointed at the long fingered hand spread out over the desk. "It's just that it looks like... an engagement
ring."
Sirius hurriedly shoved his hand under the desk, with what seemed to be a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Shutup!" he hissed, glancing at his godson, who was playing chess with Ron by the fire.
"It is?" Hermione's eyes widened. "But you've been in Azkaban... on the run..."
"I did have a life before that you know." he said softly, almost sadly.
"Sorry." Hermione apologised quickly. However she couldn't contain her curiosity. "Who is she? Why
haven't you told Harry?"
"Harry would only feel sorry for me." he sighed heavily, suddenly interested in his lap.
"Who is she, Sirius?" she persisted.
"...her name is Seraphina Tenebres." he said reluctantly.
Hermione settled herself into her chair. "Tell me about her."
"...I don't really want to go into it at the moment--"
"Oh, come off it, I told you my-- secret-- tell me!" Sirius said nothing in reply to that demand, so she
continued. "If you don't tell me about her, I'll go and tell Harry..." she stood up threateningly. "Look, I'm
going..."
Sirius grabbed her arm. "Don't you dare..."
"Watch me."
Had he been a girl, Sirius would have pouted. "Fine. Have it your way."
Hermione sat down again. "...so..." she prompted, her air changing to one of kindness.
"Her name is Seraphina Tenebres... but her surname should be Malfoy." he began, finally looking up at
Hermione's astonished face.
"Malfoy?!" Hermione exclaimed before she could stop herself.
He nodded. "Her family tree's a bit complicated. Her mother, Angela Malfoy, married a man named Roger
Tenebres, something her brother Lucius was not pleased about. Roger was Muggle-born, and you know how
Malfoys treat Muggle-borns."
Hermione nodded glumly. She'd lost count of the amount of times Draco Malfoy had called her Mudblood.
"So basically, her mother was in disgrace. Except she didn't care about that. She *really* loved Roger. And
he really loved her. And when Angela died, when Seraphina was just two and a half, Roger couldn't go on.
He killed himself when Seraphina was nine."
Hermione gaped. "...that's awful..."
Sirius nodded. "It gets worse. The only relatives she had left was Angela's brother Lucius. He was married
to a woman named Annabell, but he just married her so he could father heirs. Except, Annabell had
managed to keep it from him that she was unable to have children. Sera was sent to Malfoy Manor as heir,
something she was... less than pleased about." Sirius' hands clenched into fists, and his voice began to shake.
"Other than Pettigrew, Lucius is the person I hate the most. He's a violent, child-hitting bastard who deserves
to be killed." Sirius quickly calmed himself down. "Once he found out Annabell couldn't have children he
had her killed, you know."
For once in her life, Hermione was lost for words. She simply sat there, mouth open, eyes wide.
Sirius took a deep breath and continued. "By the time she came to Hogwarts, she was practically an
emotional eunuch. Kept up a good act though, plenty of girls were jealous of her. She *was* beautiful. She
had gorgeous long silver-blonde hair, and really blue eyes. And she got good marks in practically everything
because Lucius pushed her so hard."
"I feel so sorry for her."
"So did we, once we found out what her uncle did to her. Bastard. I bet he's that bad to that son of his as
well."
"Draco?"
Sirius nodded. "I'm guessing he's as rude as he is because of Lucius."
Hermione went to bed that night with a lot to think about.
***
(A/N: Sorry for the depressing bit peeps, but it had to be done. The rest of this chapter will be more happy.
^-^)
The next morning Sirius was his usual bubbly self. While the four of them were sitting at the Gryffindor table
eating breakfast, he even went so far as to suggest a trip into Hogsmeade.
"But it's not a Hogsmeade weekend." Hermione pointed out, giving him a disapproving look.
"So?" Sirius shrugged. "There's some things I need to buy."
"Like what?"
"...supplies. And some dress robes. The ones Dumbledore organised for me are... *maroon*." Ron
practically winced with sympathy. "If they expect me to go to the Yule Ball in *that* I'm not going."
Ron grinned. "You should have seen my old ones! Maroon, with *lace*."
"Yuck." Sirius agreed. "So, who's up for it?"
Hermione frowned. "I can't. I have to... help Ginny with something..." Geez, Sirius thought, Hermione is an
awful liar... But he shrugged anyway, and turned to his godson.
"I'm in." Harry grinned cheekily. "Should be fun."
Ron nodded in agreement. "Definately."
***
"Ron, that was my foot." Harry accused, but in a whisper. All three of them were huddled under the
Invisibility Cloak, making their way towards the statue of the One-eyed Witch. But hiding three teenagers,
two of which were very tall, proved quite difficult.
It took a long time to get to the right corridor. They stopped in front of the statue, and Harry rummaged in
his robes for his wand, managing to prod Sirius hard in the ribs with his elbow.
"Ow! Watch it Harry!" Sirius rubbed the sore spot, wincing in pain.
"Sorry. Dissendium."
The Witch's hump opened, and one by one, they slipped out from under the Cloak, and slid down into the
dark passageway that led into Honeydukes.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: I am making no money off this fic, so pweeeeease don't sue me. Harry Potter is not mine,
dammit!
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I really didn't enjoy writing the first bit, but believe me, it had to be
done, so I, like the lazy person I am, put it off. heh heh heh.... And I promise not to screw up posting stuff
again.