Twisted Fate
By Katerina*Elise


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AN1- Kudos to my two awesome beta readers, Tabi and Lauraliz! I love
ya! Here's the next part, I hope ya'll like it! Onward to destiny!

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Chapter Three: Memories

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Hermione woke up to hear talking in the kitchen. The conversation was
muffled, but she could make out most of it.

"But if that's true, then she's our only hope to stop all of this?"
That voice belonged to one of her two best friends in the world, Harry
Potter. She sat up and leaned towards the kitchen.

"It's true. Tamiri is never wrong." That voice belonged to Harry's
Godfather, Sirius Black. What were they talking about?

"So she's going to be in danger until the rest of these prophecies are
fulfilled?" Harry said in a voice filled with concern.


"Yes. They may not know who she is now, but the minute they find out,
they'll be coming after her." She could tell that Sirius was really
worried about something.

"Well, then, Sirius, what are we going to do about it?"

"We're going to talk to Dumbledore in the morning. The best thing to do
for now is just to wait and see what he says. I'm going to check on Mia."
The legs of his chair scratched on the tile floor as he stood up. "You
need to get some sleep if you can, Harry. You've had a long day."

"I know. Wait, did you call her Mia?" Harry asked, getting up as well.
Hermione laid back down on the couch and pretended to be asleep again.

Sirius laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess I did... Doesn't it fit her?"

"You know, it does. Night, Sirius."

"Good Night."

Sirius came back into the living room and accidentally bumped into the
table, knocking off a book. Hermione took this as her chance to 'wake
up' and rolled over slowly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mia. Did I wake you?" Sirius asked, putting the book
back on the table before sitting down in the chair closest to the couch.

"It's ok." Hermione yawned, widely.

"Um... you want some tea or something?" Sirius asked, in a sweet
concerned voice that suited him.


"Sure." Hermione said, a slight smile on her face. Sirius noticed that
it didn't reach her eyes that were still red and puffy from crying.

"Alright then, I'll get us some," he said as he stood up and went into
the kitchen, grateful for the sound-muffling spells that were placed on
all of the bedrooms. Harry needed to get some sleep after everything
that he had seen today.

Seconds later, Sirius returned with a full tea tray. "Here you go,
Mia; lemon, right?" he asked as sat down next to her on the large,
worn-in leather couch handing her a cup of steaming tea.

"Right." She replied before sipping from the mug. "Thank you."

They sat there for a minute in total silence until Hermione just couldn't
stand it any longer. "Sirius, I need to know. My parents... are they...?"

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Hermione," Sirius responded
in a soft low voice. "There were no other survivors."

She lowered her head and he could see tears pooling in her eyes. " It's
alright, I think deep down I already knew, I just didn't want to believe
it."


Putting his mug on the table beside hers, he gathered her into a warm
embrace. "It'll be all right. You still have Harry and Ron and Ginny...
and me."

Hermione clung to him tightly. "I know that. It's just not the same,
you know?"

Sirius put his cheek against her hair and nodded. "I know what you mean.
I lost my parents in much the way that you have just lost yours."

Hermione looked up at him questioningly. "What?"

Sirius half smiled. "During an attack in my sixth year, my father was
killed while defending some Muggles from Death Eaters in London. When
my mother died a month later from grief, I felt so alone. But my friends
helped me through it. There was about a month, though, when I didn't talk
to anyone at all. Not even James or Remus. They understood that all I
needed was time to greive and soon, I started to feel a little better.
Although nothing was quite the same."

He hugged her again. "I still miss them, but when I think of them now all I
feel is the love that I felt for them rather than the pain that I felt
when they died."

She hugged him really tightly. "Thank you for telling me about them."

Sirius kissed her forehead. "You're welcome. I actually haven't talked
to anyone about them in a very long time. It's a nice feeling to
remember the wonderful times that we had together."

She nodded. "Yeah." A tear trickled down her face. "I miss them so
much that it hurts, but it's nice to talk to someone who went through the
same thing that I am."

"You could talk to Harry about it, too, if you wanted." Sirius suggested,
wiping the tear away with his thumb.

"It's not the same for him as it is for us. He never really knew them."
She said, then she cringed. "I just realized how selfish that sounded."

"It isn't selfish. You're right. Harry never had that connection with
his parents like you and I had, he never really had to go through the
process of grieving after losing someone who has always been there. But
he does know what it is like to feel very alone and what it is like to
have grow up too fast because you no longer have parents to depend on."


Hermione nodded, feeling better. She turned and laid against Sirius's
shoulder, grabbing her mug with both hands. She sipped slowly before
speaking again. "Do you want to know the best memory that I have of my
parents?"

"Sure." Sirius replied, putting one arm around Hermione's shoulders and
holding his mug with the other.

"When I was seven, my parents and I went to the United States; Florida,
actually. They took me to a huge Muggle amusement park called Disney
World. I had the most wonderful time." Sirius put down his mug and
wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. For
the first time since this nightmare started, Hermione felt safe, protected.
She smiled softly and put her mug down as well. She placed her hands over
his before she continued.

"We went on this boat ride. I think it was called the Jungle Cruise or
something like that. Anyway, the boat driver told us a story about how
he had been separated from his parents when he was a kid there. He
said that all the little kids who are left in the park after closing get
put into the It's A Small World ride and have to sing until they're old
enough to drive the boat. He told me that's what had happened to
him.

"Unfortunately, I believed him. I stayed glued to my mum's side the rest
of the day. She told me that I could get a picture drawn of myself
at one of the little booth things all over the park, so we went to one.
Dad left us there and said that he was going to get something to eat.
About 15 minutes later, Mum said that she had accidentally left her
umbrella on a ride and she went to go get it, leaving me all alone.

"I was so scared. I remembered what the guide had said, and I
didn't want to be left behind. So, when my picture was done, I waited.
And waited. And waited. It felt like I was all by myself for hours. I
took my picture, and went towards where I thought my dad was. The street
was in a circle around this lake, and I kept walking and walking, trying
to find my mum and dad. I was crying so hard." At this, Sirius's arms
tightened around her waist and he put his chin on the top of her head,
breathing in her strawberry scented hair.

"It felt like I walked around forever. It was really dark and there was
a fireworks show going on over the lake. Everytime one exploded, I'd cry
a little harder. I finally just sat down on a bench. I kept humming "It's
A Small World After All" because I thought that if I was going to have to
sing it forever, I may as well get some practice." They both grinned at
this for a second before she continued.

"All of a sudden, I heard someone calling my name. I looked up and my
parents were running over to me. My mum was crying and my dad was giving
me a lecture on how I shouldn't go off without telling someone. I was
so happy to see them. It was like Christmas and my birthday all in one."
She sniffed softly and Sirius realized that she was crying.

He turned her around so that she was half sitting in his lap and gently
brushed the tears off her face, leaving his right hand cradling her
cheek. Her eyes slowly closed and she unconsciously moistened her lips.
Sirius leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers, reveling
in their silky texture. Hermione sighed and he opened his eyes and smiled.
She was asleep.

He shifted his body on the couch so that he was lying down with Hermione on
his chest. He summoned a blanket and covered them up with it before
slowly falling asleep himself.

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TBC

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AN2- Phwew... this one was long... i think that i like 'em like this,
though! as long as ya'll don't object to having to wait a day or two
more for the updates! anyway, read and review, and thanx to all my cool
reviewers!

*~*~*~* Tabi- I'm glad that you like it!!! I promise to tell you next
time i update, ok?

*~*~*~* VenusDeMilo- Yerp, prophecies! Not telling what yet! ^_^

*~*~*~* Firesblood- hahaha, ok, ok!!! here's more!!! it *is* kinda
touching, huh?

*~*~*~* A Devilish Angel- Is this longer? :-D you'll just have to
wait like everyone else, though to find out what happens next!!

*~*~*~* Ginnyale- Thank you, thank you!!! and i *am* proud! :)

*~*~*~* TaraAngelX- the good kind of prophecies; yes, Dumbledore
knows; I can't tell you what's gonna happen (geez, people, it's a
story!!! if ya knew what was gonna happen, ya wouldn't read it!!!
oh well, i love ya anyway!) Thanx!

Thanx again, everyone!!! let's hope some more people review, huh? :)
See ya later!

Katerina*Elise