A/N: I've decided to make an epilouge, so here it is. To all my reviewers- Thank you for reviewing, you've helped me continue writing. To aiwen: ARG!! Darn you!! Well, no, not really, since you DID review, and you liked my story, but you spoiled me!! And About Sirius being pureblooded- I didn't know that at the time.

I'm kinda just flying by the seat of my pants on this, and dontcha kinda think that would hurt? Anyway, sorry if it's not too good.

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Hermione dropped the copy of "The Daily Prophet" she was holding right into her cereal. "Oh, Damn." Then, gingerly lifting the soggy mess out of her cornflakes, she put it in front of Harry.

"Hermione, why did you just put your soggy newspaper -" he stopped in mid sentence. On the front cover, in huge letters, was the headline "SIRIUS BLACK INNOCENT" and underneath a smaller caption. "Convict to be Cleared of Charges"

Harry choked on his toast, then looked up at Hermione. She was biting her lip, smiling. "YES!!"

The hall quieted almost immediately, every face staring at Harry and Hermione, who were doing small jigs by their seats. Ron, puzzled, looked at the paper covering Harry's bacon, and joined them.

Professor McGonnagall started to get up out of her seat. "No, no Minerva. I'll get it." Lupin strided (A/N: Strode?) over to the three teenagers, who were now crying and still jumping around.

"Ahem."

"Professor!" Hermione grabbed Lupin in a very, VERY tight hug. "Oh, Professor! It's so wonderful!"

Prying her arms off, he asked, "What's so wonderful, Hermione? Why are you all dancing?"

Harry, face glowing, exclaimed, "Sirius is cleared of his charges!" The entire hall quieted again. That, of course, didn't last long. It soon buzzed with chatter about Sirius, and how he could have been cleared, and what was going to happen now.

Lupin's tired face lit up. Harry handed him the paper, and he read it quickly, the dropped it to the floor. "YES!" He pumped his fist into the air, and started up with the jig again. "Let's go find Dumbledore."

He led the three happy teens out dancing, looking very much like the pied piper.

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"Sugar Quills!"

The gargoyle jumped out of the way and the four people stepped onto the stairway. Knocking happily on the massive door, Lupin called, in a singsong voice, "Oh Professor! Can we speak with you?"

The door opened to show Dumbledore's old, but extremely happy face. His eyes we twinkling, and he mouth was formed into a wide smile.

"I suppose you've heard, then?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes, Harry, indeed I have. So has quite a few other people." Dumbledore stepped back to reveal an ecstacic Sirius Black standing in the middle of the office.

"Sirius!!" Forgeting all diginity that they possibly had left, the three teens rushed to the dark haired man and knocked him down in a group hug. Harry and Ron were cheering, and Hermione was sobbing uncontrollably into Sirius's tattered cloak.

Smiling at Dumbledore, Lupin pulled the three off Sirius, who was sputtering on the floor. He pulled him up, brushed him off, and dried off the spot where Hermione's tears had been absorbed.

"Welcome back, Padfoot." He grabbed Sirius in a tight embrace. When they pulled away, they looked into each other's eyes, and started laughing. The other four people in the room soon joined in, and presently joined in. In no time at all, the occupants of the office were rolling on the floor, holding their stomachs, laughing at nothing in particular. Dumbledore included.

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"Hermione?"

"Hey Sirius." Hermione turned around. She was standing out by the lake watching the sunset. It was her last day at Hogwarts.

"Are you alright?" He looked her over. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and her face was already streaked.

"I'll be fine." She wiped her face, then turned back to the lake. "I'm glad you're back, Sirius."

"So am I. Do you want to talk about it?" He walked in front of her, and tilted her chin up. "I hear that can be helpful."

She started to shake her head, but dissolved into tears instead. He put his arms around her and started stroking her hair.

[What am I doing? He's just been set free after being a convict for 16 years, and I'm crying? I should be happy! Harry has his godfather! What is wrong with me?] She stepped back and wiped her face on the hem of her cloak.

"I'm so sorry, Sirius."

He chuckled. "What in god's name would you be sorry for?" He flopped onto the ground, and she followed suit.

Hermione couldn't bring herself to look at him. She knew she was being selfish. She should be happy for him. For Harry. But she wasn't.

"I - I.....I'm sorry for acting this way. F- for wishing...." she trailed off.

"For wishing what, Hermione? You can tell me." He held her chin, and forced her to look at him.

"For wishing you weren't set free!" She wrenched her chin out of his hands and turned her back to him. Sirius sat there, stunned at her answer.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Sirius spoke again. "Why did you wish that, Hermione?"

She felt a pain in the pit of her stomach hearing the hurt in his voice. "Because...because then I wouldn't have to be with you so often. I would have an excuse for not talking to you."

Sirius frowned. "Why wouldn't you want to talk to me? Is - is this about the time travel, Hermione?"

She turned slowly to look at him, and nodded. There were tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, Sirius."

And with that, Hermione jumped up and ran back toward the castle, leaving Sirius with his own very confused thoughts.

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"I am sorry to say that two of our Professors have left Hogwarts this year. One, Professor Flitwick, charms extraordinaire. He has decided to settle down for a nice life with his family." Professor Dumbledore was standing, once again, at the high table, making his beginning of the year speech.

"Two, Professor McGonagall, our talented transfigurations teacher. She has also chosen to settle down for a nice calm life. But not to worry- we have two very qualified Professors to replace them. To replace Professor Flitwick-" the hall was listening intently. "Ms. Hermione Granger!." There was applause from everyone who knew Hermione when she was in school. She smiled out at all of them, and gave a small wave.

"And, to replace Professor McGonagall, Mr. Sirius Black!" There was a great hush that spread around the room. Even if it had been more than two years since he was cleared, there was still some apprehension.

When Dumbledore announced Sirius' name, Hermione dropped her goblet. She hadn't been able to see who was teaching in McGonagall's place, because several teachers were in the way and Dumbledore refused to tell her. "I want you to be surprised, Hermione."

Sirius glanced about the Great Hall. He spotted a group of Ravenclaw girls who seemed to be staring intently at him. When he smiled at them, they all giggled and started whispering excitedly.

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The next day Hermione heard a knock at her office door. "Come in."

The door slowly pushed open to reveal a tall black haired man. "Hermione?" He entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Hermione's heart jumped into her throat. What was she going to do? She had purposely avoided this man for two years. And now they were working together. She knew she could't possibly ignore him the entire year.

"Sirius. Hi."

He spoke carefully, not wanting to mess things up. "How are you?"

"I'm alright. And yourself?" He didn't understand it. She was talking like they had mearly been on vacation, not that they hadn't spoken in two years.

"Fine. Hermione, what's been going on? Why won't you talk to me?" He sat in the chair in front of her desk. She sighed.

"I'm sorry about that, Sirius. I've been trying to sort out some - some things." She sighed again, and sat on the edge of her desk. "I'm not sure if even now I've figured it all out."

He watched her intently, her expressions, how she was moving her hands nervously. When she looked up, seeing his dark eyes boring into her, she could feel a breakdown coming on. Determined not to let that happen, she looked down again.

"But I think I've figured one thing out. I-" she gulped, "I want to be with you, Sirius." His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. [Did she just say that?]

"Me?" she looked up at him, and nodded.

"You."

And, to Hermione's surprise, he smiled. "Well, then we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?"

And in one swift motion, he crossed the room and enveloped her in a heart- stopping kiss. Finally releasing her, he flopped down into Hermione's chair. She on his lap and intwined her fingers with his.

"I'm glad you're back, Sirius."

"So am I, Hermione. So am I."

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VIOLA!! Done! I'm not putting in anymore. I'm stopping myself, or else I'll keep adding and I'll never get out of this story.

Now, let's hear one big "AWWW" as everyone is relieved that poor Hermione isn't left alone. This part wasn't originally planned, but as most people wanted it, I made it. I'm nothing if not flexible. So here is your nice fluffy ending.

And I wish to express my outrage at JK Rowling, for killing off my favorite character. *grumble grumble* She messed up the entire Harry Potter fanfic universe.

RIP Padfoot.