CH 1 Rise and Shine


Author's Note

This is going to be about 30 Chapters long.

This is a Hermione/Severus Pairing. Along with a friendship with Sirius. And even better as a future sneak peak, those who will stil around will get to see and experience matchmaker Sirius because, let's be honest, this pair is extremely stubborn and will need a little push.

This is a slow burn story. And I do not pair Hermione and Snape together until after she is legally an adult.

Please comment and Review. This will hopefully be my best story yet. And I would love to learn what you like or dislike to make that statement true.


Sirius' POV

You know the saying that life flashes before your eyes before you die?

Well, that didn't happen for Sirius Black. He had heard that death was peaceful and full of a white bright light. But they were wrong. All he could see was endless darkness. And he could feel his head trying to split itself into two. The pain was pounding and radiating from the back of his skull to the front. And somehow his whole body was stiff and sore.

Whoever made such claims were widely off the mark.

Or maybe the reason everything was wrong was because he wasn't dead.

He was alive. And he wasn't sure why or how. He could barely recall how he even got into this state in the first place. But slowly and surely the images of his memory became less like a blurry snapshot and turned into a string of clear images. He was minding his own business, laying on his beat-up couch which was a disgusting shade of green, that was less Slytherin green and more moldy, and contemplating his miserable existence, when several of the members of the Order of the Pheonix came bustling and rushing into his house in a panic.

Harry. His pup was in danger. He somehow was at the Ministry of Magic.

He vaguely remembers the snicker of Kreacher. And the warning from Moony that he was to stay put; Dumbledore's orders. But he was itching to go. Months of being trapped in that house and the idea that his godson was in trouble made him ignore every order and protest and follow his gut. The last words he told Harry at Grimmauld Place over the holidays popped into his head, One day we will be a proper family. I promise.

Sirius' eyes popped open as the image of green eyes and messy hair flashed in his mind. With a startled gasp he threw himself up into a sitting position.

It hurt a lot.

He tried to make out his surroundings but all he saw was a blurry light. Slowly everything came into focus. The light he was surrounded with separated into separate shapes. Squares were filled with dark hues. Windows. It was night wherever he was. He was sitting on something soft and felt warm to the touch. He was in a very white bed. And there were others across from him. He could smell nothing. There was no invasive scent that overwhelmed him. All that he could smell was clean and sterile air. He was in a hospital wing.

But he was able to move his hands freely. So he wasn't in chains. He was somewhere safe.

Hogwarts. He was in Hogwarts infirmary. But he didn't see the familiar matron caring for him.

He felt shivers on the back of his neck. As if eyes were watching him. It made him feel uneasy. And he turned towards the source. The sudden movement made the back of his eyes hurt. He had to squint and could only make out a blur. The blurry mass turned into the outline of a man wearing dark clothes and black hair whose eyes mirrored the devil.

Great. Just Bloody Great. Just what he needed. For Snape to be by his side.

But there was someone who wasn't here. Panic and fear washed over him. "Where's Harry?"

"With the Headmaster," Snape drawled, disinterested.

Sirius laid back down in relief. Thank Merlin Harry was okay. He wouldn't be with Dumbledore and out of the sight of Madam Pomphrey if he wasn't okay. He moved his arm above his head and covered his face with the back of his hand. "The children, how are they?"

"They're alive. A little worse for wear. Some more so than others." He turned to look at Snape to see what he meant by that last statement but his face was emotionless and revealed nothing. Like always. The man was always vague and right now Sirius was not in the mood for guessing games. But he still needed answers if his head would calm down long enough for him to think.

"What about the Death Eaters? Any captured?"

"Malfoy. And you will be pleased to hear that Pettigrew was also caught. Perhaps you will even have your name clear if you don't get yourself killed in the meantime."

He should be more ecstatic. He should be jumping at joy over the prospect of Pettigrew finally being captured and possibly being free. It was a long time coming. And finally James and Lily would get justice for their murders. It wouldn't bring them back and it certainly wouldn't make things right. But it would be a start for him to start to heal and possibly forgive himself. But right now he was in too much pain and confusion to truly comprehend and enjoy the meaning of it.

And why on earth was Snape the one telling him this. It should be Dumbledore or Moony.

Merlin. None of this was making sense. "Bloody hell how did this happen?"

"Potter was tricked," Snape said, stating the obvious.

Merlin. That man was infuriating. He would love nothing more right now to smack him. "I got that part. I thought those lessons you were giving him were supposed to help."

"It would have if he actually applied himself but instead we are in this mess now." Maybe they wouldn't be in this mess if Snape actually taught Harry, Sirius thought. "Now if you don't mind seizing my valuable time. There are other patients who require assistance."

Patients? But that would mean Snape healed him. He couldn't even tell where he was injured let alone what he was hit with. He couldn't exactly recall falling unconscious. Though a sadistic laugh and his cousin Bellatrix did ring some bells. He wasn't fond of the idea of Snape touching him. He didn't want to catch whatever diseases that man was carrying. But if he helped them then he knew he shouldn't complain. Well vocally. He could still think about it.

The proper thing to do in this situation would be to say thanks. But that wasn't bloody likely with Snape being on the receiving end.

Sirius rolled over to his other side. He opened his mouth before hastily closing it. He wasn't sure what he was going to say. Or if he was going to say anything at all. He had more questions but he wasn't sure if he wanted Snape to be the one to answer it. There was nothing he could say to Snape that would end up being pleasant. It would only end with Madam Pomphrey storming out from wherever she was and kick the both of them out for causing a disturbance.

He watched as Snape disappeared behind a curtain a couple of beds away. Completely obscuring his vision. But not before he could see some brown curls sprawled out on the pillow.