Title: Anachronistic

Authors: Muse Calliope

Category: Angst/Drama

Rated: PG-13

Summary: Due to tragic circumstances, Hermione decides to go back to the past. She knows it's dangerous but now she's extremely desperate. She knows there are some serious repercussions but they can't be as bad as things are now…

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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"…in practice the magic art may be employed for the benefit either of individuals or of the whole community…the public magician occupies a position of great influence, from which, if he is a prudent and able man, he may advance step by step…"

- The Golden Bough, Sir James Frazer

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Chapter Four: Justice and Tension

          "So Hermione, what do you think of Hogwarts?" Lily broke the awkward silence as the pair walked down Hogwarts' halls.

          "Ah – I just arrived here yesterday, but it seems pleasant so far."

          "Oh, that's good to hear." Realizing her stupidity (how could she have an opinion when she was only here for a day or so?), Lily decided to change the subject.

          "So how what was it like to be home schooled? Was anyone else in your neighborhood home schooled? Did you fancy anyone? Tell me about your family and friends."

          At the mention of friends and family, Lily realized she has said the wrong thing as Hermione's calm expression changed into a miserable looking one. "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

          Family and friends… "It's alright, really." She reassured Lily in a gentle voice, though the comment was meant mainly for herself. She took a deep breath before going on.

          "Home schooling is actually not as bad as it sounds, though I guess learning with people my age is better. As for my family –" She broke off, having lost her voice. Just thinking about her family, even in a sickeningly fake, happy way, brought back rather disconcerting memories. She felt the familiar prickling in the corners of her eyes and she blinked furiously to hold her tears back.

          "Oh dear! I'm sorry! Please don't cry!" Lily stopped walking quickly in order to focus more intently on her clearly distressed friend.

          I shouldn't cry. No, I shouldn't. I'm sure Mum, Dad, and everyone else wouldn't want me to grieve over them. I am a Gryffindor, not a coward. Taking a shaky breath, while wiping away tears with the back of her hand, she spoke in the clearest tone she could muster. "My family is dead. They were killed by Voldemort last month. That's why I'm at Hogwarts." She continued, ignoring Lily's shock and bewilderment for saying the Dark Lord's name out loud. "I also have – had two best friends: Harry and Ron."

          "Oh, I'm so sorry Hermione." Lily herself was almost at the point of tears as well, after hearing Hermione's story. "And here I was, angry with you for saying I had a perfect life but compared to yours it must look good. Hermione, if this means anything, I'm truly sorry." Lily finished sincerely.

          Slightly wary of the inundation of concern for her, Hermione looked at the red head. As she met those familiar blazing emerald orbs, she understood. Lily actually cared about her and was not just taking care of her out of pity, just like Harry and Ron. A small smile played on Hermione's lips, a signal that she was better and they could let the topic go.

          Their walking eventually came to a stop in front of the opaque doors leading into the Transfiguration classroom. Taking a good look around she noticed that very little had changed here either. Three rows of tables, each accommodating a pair of students, filled the room. There was a raised platform in front of the tables for the professor to address the students from and for the professor to place her highly organized desk. Behind the desk was the blackboard, which was currently erasing itself. At the front of the room sat McGonagall behind her desk, reading what looked to be homework from a group of students from her previous class who had rushed out in a hurry.

          The feeling of familiar comfort that was everywhere seemed to intensify and Hermione walked into the room full of confidence. She paid no attention to all curious gazes directed at her, merely following Lily towards the front. They sat at a table in front of two girls she did not recognize.

          "This is Charlotte and this is Amelia. They're my roommates and also my best friends." Lily motioned with her hand to the duo. "And this is Hermione Granger. Now girls I want you all to behave, and be nice to my new friend." Lily warned the two girls in a rather bossy voice.

          The blond girl, Amelia, immediately gave Hermione a sweet smile. The other one however, looked at Hermione with poorly hidden dislike and anger. She quickly opened her mouth and snapped, "So, you're the girl who was extremely rude to Lils here? Well, don't assume all Gryffindors are as forgiving as she is, otherwise you'll end up in a lot of trouble." Charlotte's eyes stared down Hermione's, displaying a fierce, protective side to the girl that seemed rather callous.

          Of course, Hermione instantly recognized her voice. She was the one I angered this morning. Resigning herself for a possible lecture and rant, she gulped. Charlotte, not expecting an answer, had turned away and was having a heated argument with Lily, who did not look happy.

          "Um…" She cleared her throat, and reclaimed their attention. "I'm sorry that I snapped at all of you. I haven't been myself lately, what with my transfer here, and I am truly sorry. Please forgive me." Hermione lowered her gaze in shame, not wanting to meet theirs'. But a part of her still refused to admit she was completely wrong. If they only truly knew what I have been through…

          Charlotte looked up surprised at the sincerity she heard in Hermione's voice and, looking at her contrite face, she knew she had to forgive the girl. First days were hard on everyone, she reasoned. "It's alright. I guess I should apologize for calling you a cow this morning," she spoke quietly. The last thing she needed was to get teased for actually conceding to defeat and apologizing to someone. As nice as the new girl seemed, she still had a reputation to keep.

          "It's quite all right, and it's a pleasure to meet all of you." Hermione's face broke into a small smile, which all three girls returned. They settled into a comfortable conversation, which Lily carefully directed, avoiding any topic that might cause any anxiety. Hermione appreciated the effort, even if it was conducted in a less than subtle manner.

          It felt extremely strange to Hermione to be smiling or laughing again, but she sure missed it. It's just like old times. For the first time in the past few months, she was actually enjoying a conversation and with strangers no less.

          "Oh Hermioneeee, your name is too long. Do you mind if I call you Hermy?" Charlotte asked.

          Hermione had to suppress a giggle that was building inside of her, remembering how Ginny used to call her that. "Of course not. One of my old friends-" She was not able to finish the sentence, because the bell had rung and Professor McGonagall had stood up, demanding the class' attention. Lily gave her a worried look at the mention of an old friend but she shrugged it off to focus on McGonagall.

          "Quiet everyone!" she barked, effectively silence even troublemakers like James and Sirius. "As you all have noticed, we have a new student among us. I expect you all to treat her with care and respect." Her gaze swept the room before settling on James and Sirius, turning into a stern look. Hermione got the impression that she was warning the duo that she was off limits for their pranks for at least a while. Neither boy acknowledged their guilt, plastering identical, fake innocent looks on their faces.

          "Yes well, today we will be turning the objects in front you into dogs. As of yet, the kind of dog does not matter so we shall stick to the simple incantation, Metacanis (1). Later on in the week we shall advance into more specific transfigurations. Since dogs are the most complex living creature we have covered so far, especially when transforming a part of your object into a properly functioning brain, it will be much more difficult than the turtles. Now pay attention to the wand movement as it is tricky to get at first…" And so McGonagall continued to explain for another 15 minutes.

          "Now, I will assign every one of you a partner, since we do not want any unwanted accidents." She finished the sentence and narrowed her eyes at Sirius and James once again, before moving on.

          "Now, Miss Evans, I would like you to help Miss Granger since she is new." McGonagall moved on pairing students while Lily gave Hermione a smile, and she returned it, grateful to not have been separated. She was however not happy about how low Professor McGonagall thought of her skills.

          "Mr. Potter and Miss Fronster." James groaned silently, and moved towards Amelia's table. Obviously, he had experience with Amelia's ways.

          "Mr. Black and Miss Turner." Charlotte, having been upset at being separated from her friends, seemed to perk up and be extremely satisfied with the pairing. She moved over to the other side of the classroom and made herself comfortable next to Sirius.

          "Mr. Lupin and Mr. Pettigrew." McGonagall finished, giving Remus a look before nodding in Peter's direction. Obviously, she wanted him to aid the struggling boy. Remus looked at Peter and shrugged.

          "You may begin. Please make sure to ask me about any questions that you have." The whole class started practicing, each trying to transfigure the object in front of into the dog. After several failed attempts, most people sat back to watch those known to be better at Transfiguration. James especially had a large audience which he kept entertained with various curses after each of his attempts failed. What surprised the class, though, was that James was not the first person who managed to produce a dog.

          "Metacanis." Hermione pointed her wand at the book in front of her, concentrating hard on the image of Sirius' animagus form, the only dog she could picture properly. The book immediately began to expand, changing in shape and texture. Soon, there stood a miniature form of Padfoot on the table, though this one had honey colored coat, similar to Hermione's own hair.

          Everyone in the room looked at Hermione in awe, including McGonagall. The silence that reigned was rather unnerving, especially when faced with the stares of her peers. But it was soon broken as Peter choked out, "Wow, even James can't do it," earning him a dirty look from James.

          James, evidently not liking his spotlight being stolen by a new girl, shot her one of his dirtiest looks.

          McGonagall scrutinized the bushy haired girl closer, before beaming at her for the first time. "Excellent job Miss Granger! Twenty points for Gryffindor. Everyone else, get back to work."

          The rest of the lesson progressed in silence, though with greater success. By the end of class, only Peter and Charlotte were unable to transfigure their objects, though Hermione suspect it was through a lack of effort on Charlotte's part. The girls left the classroom together and head to the great hall for lunch.

          "Oh Hermione, you should've seen Potter's face when you completed the spell before him. It was hilarious," piped a gleeful Lily. Both Hermione and Amelia giggled at in agreement, while Charlotte seemed to stare at random things dreamily.

          "Charlotte, Charlotte? Can you hear me?" Lily tapped her shoulder, concern written all over her face. Not receiving any attention, she shook her arm and, consequently, the rest of her while yelling into her ear. "Charlotte Turner! What are you thinking about?"

          Lily then ducked away quickly, expecting an equally shocking scream directed back at her, or use of aggressive actions. But instead Charlotte just looked at her and sighed dramatically. It reminded Hermione of Ginny when she was younger and still crushing over Harry.

          "I think I'm in love." Charlotte looked at the rest of them with a silly grin on her face.

          The others looked back at her with varying expressions. The newest Gryffindor just smiled to herself, having correctly interpreted the occurrences in Transfiguration.

          "What?" Lily yelped in shock. She had expected Amelia to be one of those lovesick puppies, but Charlotte? She did not even think she was interested in boys (not that she showed any interested in girls either, calling most of them "twittering dopes").

          Hermione, glancing over to study Amelia's reaction, was surprised to see a serene smile on her face as she watched the proceedings. Charlotte had either told her already or Amelia was very perceptive when she wanted to be.

          "Oh, he's got such lovely blue eyes, and I just love his hair – so black and shiny. Why didn't I see this before? Sirius is really handsome." Charlotte sighed again, skipping off to the Great Hall, not noticing her friends had not followed her.

          "Oh no, do you think Black put some kind of spell on Char?" Lily asked Hermione with a worried look.

          "No, I don't think so. Charlotte's fancied Sirius for a while now. Didn't you notice the way she always looked at him?" Amelia joined in.

          "Did she? How come she told you and not me?"

          "She didn't tell me, but it was sort of obvious the way she looked at him and stuff. Besides, didn't you see her skipping towards Sirius in Transfiguration? It reminds me of Claudia and Raoul in Paradise's True Love."

          Alright, so maybe Amelia is not that perceptive, Hermione mused. She's just read plenty of romance novels with similar circumstances.

          "Oh!" Lily remarked stupidly, not really knowing what Amelia was talking about. She sighed and continued, sounding gloomy. "Sirius won't date her. She's not his type. He's the one night stand kind of guy and Charlotte is not the type of person that can be satisfied with just a few snogging sessions. She's not one of those stupid airheads."

          "Yeah, let's just hope she can figure this whole thing out before it gets to her head and makes her do something silly. Margarita's love for Charles festered too long and she died of heartbreak in The Lovers' Web." Amelia's eyes slid out of focus as she began to imagine it all in her head.

          Hermione pulled on Amelia's sleeve, practically dragging her to lunch. I guess Charlotte and Sirius never really had a relationship together, since I've never heard Sirius mention a Charlotte Turner. I wonder what happened to her. She looked at the lovesick Charlotte as they entered the Great Hall and shook her head. Poor girl, I certainly hope she finds happiness.

          Lunch was extremely uneventful. The girls spent most of the time trying to get Charlotte out of her daydream, but soon gave up. As for the Marauders, they were nowhere to be found, leaving both Hermione and Lily extremely suspicious.

          Eventually, Amelia left early to get tutored by Remus in Defense Against the Dark Arts. After Amelia left, Hermione and Lily spent the remaining time talking about books, while Charlotte was still in her daydream. They left the great hall together, and walked toward the Gryffindor tower, chattering softly.

          "Hippogriff." Lily smiled kindly at the fat lady.

          "Hello Lily dear. I hope you had a nice day so far." The fat lady returned the gesture before swinging open.

          "A very nice day, indeed." Lily nodded politely as the portrait opened and revealed the common room. She walked in, closely followed by Charlotte and Hermione.

          The common room was almost empty, except for Amelia and the Marauders, who were "studying" in the corner. Most students still had class at this time.

          Charlotte, after keeping quiet for the majority of the trek to the tower, felt her heart 'skip a beat' (as she later described to the other girls) at the sight of Sirius sitting in the corner. As one who was rather bold, she bounded over to the table. "Hello, Sirius. Why didn't you go to lunch?"

          "Well, me and James here have to finish our DADA homework, since we have detention tonight." He answered without raising his head.

          Hermione watched the exchange with some interest but knew it was not going anywhere. Lily had told her that Sirius never cared much for Charlotte. She was always the other girl in Gryffindor to him. Apparently, Charlotte had a few secret admirers, but they remained secret for a reason. Anyone in their right mind would not go near her and declare their love, unless they want a permanent scar on their face.

          "Oh I see. I guess I won't be seeing you later then. What did you and Potter do now anyway?" He obviously noticed her sudden change in mood, Hermione noted, watching him flick his eyes up at her for a moment before returning to his paper.

          "Nothing, nothing," he replied, as he met her eyes and gave her an innocent look before concentrating on his essay again.

          "Alright." She dropped her eyes, and walked toward Hermione and Lily, who had taken comfortable seats by Amelia and Remus.

          Hermione watched the exchange intently, hiding her interest behind a neutral face. It seemed all of Charlotte's attempts to talk to Sirius were fruitless. He never gave the impression that it was anything more than a casual talk with one of his buddies. He ignored her all throughout Potions but during Transfiguration they seemed to be having a great time, laughing and smiling all the way through the lesson. Maybe it had something to do with her looks then? After all, Charlotte was a far cry from what Sirius seemed to prefer: the blonde sluts that looked like they had just walked straight out of a magazine.

          Hermione returned to listening to Lily and Remus help Amelia and Peter (who had joined the party while she was watching Charlotte) after making a mental note to talk to the girl about a change in her wardrobe and accessories. After all, having a steady relationship might help ground Sirius and teach him not to act before thinking. It was a slight way to prevent him from going to Azkaban if all her manipulating failed otherwise and the Potters died.

          Charlotte dropped into one of the chairs miserably, listening to their conversation half-heartedly with a scowl on her face.

          "Amelia, do you understand the Patronus Charm theoretically?" Remus asked patiently, studying the blond girl in front of her as she furrowed her eyebrows in deep concentration.

          "Ah…I believe the professor mentioned it before," she answered carefully, sounding almost afraid to answer incorrectly. "But, I got scared when the professor started to talk about Dementors and drifted off a bit."

          "How can you get scared by hearing the word 'Dementors'?" Charlotte asked out loud, unexpectedly. They both, however, just ignored her and continued.

          "No problem, I will just start from the beginning." Remus opened up his books, and flipped through some of his notes before talking again. "As you should be aware of, Dementors are dark creatures that feed off of a person's happy memories. They are also capable of sucking one's soul out, and when they do that it is called a Dementor's Kiss." Amelia shivered, lost in thought for a moment, as did Lily and Charlotte. Peter cringed and seemed to shrink into his seat. Yet, Hermione was either unaffected by Dementors or too deep in thought to listen to the conversation, which Remus doubted.

          Noticing the girls' mood darken, except for Hermione's, Remus wondered how she could not be bothered by the thought. It was not possible for anyone to have no bad memories, was it? Saving the thought for later, he moved on.

          "The only reason the Patronus charm can outstand a Dementor is because of the happiness it contains. You have to think of an extremely happy memory and then say the incantation, Expecto Patronum. A true Patronus is rarely produced. Usually, most wizards and witches can only produce a silvery wisp of vapor. According to the professor, we shall start trying to perform the spell in the advanced NEWT class of our seventh year so maybe you could see one then. But remember that a true Patronus takes shape as the wizard or the witch that produced the charm." Remus managed to finish the whole speech, and even though he had spoken slowly so that Amelia could understand it better, he still needed to pause for a breath. Looking pleased with himself, he noticed that Sirius and James were also listening.

          Remus opened his mouth again to continue the lecture when Lily butted in. "No, that's wrong. If a witch or a wizard can produce a true Patronus, it will take shape of an animal, which symbolizes the caster," she spoke confidently in her bossy voice.

          "I don't think so Lily. I don't remember ever copying that down during DADA." Remus argued calmly.

          "Remus is right Evans. Plus he is a lot better than you at DADA." James added from his newly acquired seat next to Remus, causing his friend to blush. Sirius, getting up and following James to where a major argument was undoubtedly brewing, poked Peter, who fell out of his chair with a squeak, and took his seat.

          "That doesn't mean he can't make a mistake every now and then. And I specifically remember reading this in one of the books in the library, Potter. Unlike you, I actually work hard and earn whatever I get." Lily snapped angrily as she stood up.

          "Well Evans, why don't you prove it? And I don't mean running to get some book that you easily transfigure in the hallway on the way back to prove what you want." James felt his temper rising, as Remus and Peter moved closer to him to prevent him from doing anything stupid.

          "I can't prove it unless you're expecting me to conjure a Patronus. Charlotte, help me out here, will you?" Lily hissed in frustration.

         "Er – I'm sorry Lily. I was sleeping when the professor did this lesson," answered Charlotte, embarrassed, as she scratched her head nervously.

          "Hermione!" Lily wailed, looking desperately at her last hope of winning this verbal spar.

          Hermione was still in a trance when Lily called her. Ever since the charm was mentioned, memories from her third year came flooding back: discovering the truth about Sirius, meeting Wormtail, Professor Lupin transforming, Wormtail's escape, the Dementors' attack, and Harry desperately fight off those Dementors.

          She snapped out of it to look up see the worried gazes of the others. Looking around at everyone, her eyes met Remus' golden ones for a brief second before looking away. Apparently, one look was enough for him to sense trouble as he continued to stare at her intently, suspicious of the sorrow he had certainly seen on her face before she could place a mask of tranquility on it. She could feel his eyes burning into her soul, almost as if he was looking right through her.

          "I'm sorry Lily. I wasn't paying attention to what you were talking about," she answered in unsteady voice barely a whisper.

          "What were you thinking anyway? You looked like you were in a trance or something." Sirius interjected, asking her with an uncaring, arrogant voice. He obviously did not care what it was, as long as it provided a distraction and prevented any more trouble from arising between Potter and Evans.

          "It's rather private and I would prefer not to say anything." Hermione looked down at her lap, unable to meet Sirius' crystal blue eyes. Many of the memories she had be thinking about were about him. Of course, he wouldn't know, she thought bitterly.

          "In any case Hermione, I wanted to ask you about the Patronus charm." Lily broke the tension. "Does the Patronus take the shape of an animal or the caster's image?" Lily asked, condensing the whole debate.

          "The Patronus charm takes shape as an animal that symbolizes the caster," Hermione answered confidently, noticing the smug look on Lily's face.

          "See Potter, I told you."

          "Why should I listen to you, Granger?" James asked, shifting his attention from the red head to the brunette. "Unless you can prove it, I won't believe you." He finished, confident that she could not produce a true Patronus.

         Hermione looked at James, veiling her annoyance and dislike, with a look of thoughtfulness before sighing. How can he be Harry's father? He's such a self-centered conceited pig. I'll show him who's right! Her eyes met James' hazel ones with a surprising amount of conviction, causing him to loose his nerve for a moment. But he just renewed it, determined not be beaten by the new student.

          "Of course Potter, I would be glad to show you." Hermione answered, smirking in a way unfamiliar to those in the room. This was definitely not the answer the others were expecting, if the looks they gave her were a clue. Even Lily seemed to think she was acting slightly crazy.
         

          Standing up and moving towards the middle of the room, Hermione checked to see if anyone else was in the common room, but as most students had class or were in the library, it was empty.

          She closed her eyes in deep concentration, thinking back to the good times, the memories she had depended on to help her fight off Dementors, the former Dark Lord's latest allies. I'm back at the Burrow with Mum, Dad, all the Weasleys, Harry, Tonks, Remus, Sirius, and the rest of the Order who came out to eat dinner together, forgetting about Voldemort for one night. With that thought she yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

          An oversized otter, probably the size of Fawkes, flew out of her wand. Magnificent, silver fur covered a smooth, streamline body, ending in an adorable little tail. It gave her an excited look, one full of mischief, before leaping away. After a few laps around the common room, it settled down on her feet, feeling as light as her thoughts. The otter, which she had affectionately named Phoebus, nipped lightly at her leg kindly, before disappearing in a cloud of silver vapor.

          For several minutes, the heavy blanket of silence descended upon the common room. Once again, Hermione found herself faced with the astonished gazes of her classmates. Though the looks on their faces were priceless, she soon began to grow impatient and uneasy. It was not like the Patronus charm was that hard to do. They were acting like she had revealed to them that she was a god instead of a gifted pupil.

          Finally, it was Charlotte who spoke and shattered the peace. "That was abso – bloody – lutely amazing!"

          "Where did you learn that?" a disbelieving Remus asked with more than a slight amount of suspicion tingeing his voice. Before it could lead to anything else he shook his head and moved on. "Wow, you must be really lucky to have had a teacher that would actually teach you how to do the charm. Can you teach me?"

          Hermione gazed at Remus with an amused look, considering just how ironic the situation was really. Remus had taught her the spell and now he wanted her to teach it to him. She let out a chuckle. "Sure Remus. You know, the man that taught me this actually sort of reminds me of you. Not only that but you're both were- weirdly obsessed with Defense."

          The minute she slipped, she winced and regretted it. While mentally, berating herself for messing up, she studied him for a sign he caught it. He's a werewolf, and they have special senses. There's a good chance he knows I didn't say what I wanted to.

          "Uh…really? Someone that reminds you of me? Interesting…" He let the conversation drop, focusing on Hermione as he was certain by now that she was hiding something and was intent on uncovering what it was. On the other hand, Hermione did everything to avoid his gaze, hoping for someone to distract his attention.

          James had been silent all this times, at first shocked by the fact that she could summon a Patronus, then awed by the sight of it, and finally fuming that he was suckered again by that Granger girl. "I'm going for a walk." With that, James rushed out of the common room.

          Sirius looked around, checking that everything was settled down and that there would be no more excitement. He then shrugged and got up to follow James, grinning at his friend's embarrassment. James had looked like his ego was struck by lighting, and he could not help but let an inane smile work its way onto his face.

          "I think I'm going to the library to do further research on the Patronus charm. This has been an interesting study session and I think that's enough for today," he said, never taking his eyes off of Hermione, whose face remained blank. Finally, he sighed and began putting away his things. "Well, I shall see you all at dinner." With one last look at the brunette, he walked out of the common room; his hurried pace unable to match the speed of his thoughts.

          There is something about that Hermione Granger. It's as if she knows and has seen more than she's showing. The others might not be able to see it, but I can sense it.

          He reminded himself of the situation in the common room last night and during Potions. I wonder what she's hiding. No ordinary girl is able to produce a Patronus charm. Most adults can't do it, only exceedingly strong wizards and witches, which means she is, but where did she get the training from? Could she be part of the dark side?

          Deciding that the best way to find out was to become her friend, he resolved to get to work. He considered asking the rest of the Marauders for help but quickly dismissed the idea. Peter was no good at subtly, Sirius would tell him he was being paranoid, and James was too angry to sit near the girl, let alone talk to her. So that left him on his own, but he did not really mind. He was used to solitude and he liked it even at some times.

          I'll find out what you are hiding behind that mask of yours Hermione Granger, mark my words.

End Chapter Four. To be continued

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Authors' Notes:

(1) Anyone who knows Latin knows that was a very crude spell. It literally means 'change dog' but the connation should be better than that.

Sorry for the weird chapter mix up. The formatting and the order are all fixed now. Plus, it's an extra long chapter too.

And before you ask, Sirius is not going to end up with an OC.

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Special thanks to Lady Prongs, Tielle, MaisjetadoreSiriusNoir, Sphinx Class of 2008, Emmeh (the other Slyths will be coming in soon but Hermione has to settle first, ok?), Captain Oblivious (Charlotte says she loves your writing!), and harryp/charmedfreak.

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