A/N: I own nothing but the plot. That is all.
"Blasie knows," Harry said the next day, plopping down on the couch beside Hermione. Ron was on her other side. She closed the book that was perched in her lap and looked up at him.
"Are you ok with it? I mean, I'm really sorry I told you like I did, but I wanted you to know as soon as possible," she explained, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Harry reached out and took her small hands under his. The same filling came back, but it was to strong to push down.
"I'm glad you told me, Mione. Even if you weren't sure, I'm still happy you told me," he smiled at her, and she replied with her own smile. Ron reached over Hermione and patted Harry on the back.
"I'm glad your happy," he said. Suddenly, he got a nagging in the back of his mind, wishing that Ron wasn't there. That it was just him and Hermione.
"Thanks," he replied.
"So what did you tell him?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence that had settled.
"Nothing really. I flooed Remus, he said Sirius never told him about getting any of his girlfriends pregnant. I ran into Blasie in the hallway on my way back. I dropped the photo of Sirius in his path and he picked it up and looked at it. I told him I would look for a family tree or something, see if they were related," when he finished, Hermione face was shining with glee.
"Brilliant, Harry!" she flung her arms around him in a quick hug before getting up and pacing the common room. "Now he knows we don't know, we just suspect. He will most likely look into it himself. Now the question is, should we let him find out? Or, should we get to him before he has time to do any research himself," she stopped pacing and looked at her best friends before she began pacing again. It had seemed to the two boys that she was going to ask their opinion, but started her thinking again. Same old Hermione, Harry
thought.
"Harry, you said you asked Remus? Well, is there anyone else we could ask? We'll need resources if we're going to convinse everyone," she stopped again, but his times sat in her place between Ron and Harry.
"What about Snape? He went to school with Sirius didn't he?" Ron took the thought right out of Harry's mind.
"Good, Ron," Hermione phrased, resting her hand on his knee.
"Any of the teachers could tell you, really. Most of them were teaching here during that time," Harry spoke up.
"Yes, and by what I came up with, the child was concived at the end of the mother's 7th year."
"So it wasn't that long ago. I mean, Dumbledore's been alive for over a hunderd years," Ron put in.
"Do you think we should go to him first?" Hermione glanced at Harry.
"I guess. No sense in getting Snape all worked up for nothing if we can just go to Dumbledore," he reasoned.
"Very true. But Harry, I think we should be careful about this. No telling what people may do if they think Blasie is the son of a murder," Hermione bit her bottom lip, awaiting his reply.
"Sure. But, its doesn't really matter much. Sirius is dead," he answered. He felt a lump form in his throat. I won't go back to how I was before, he told himself.
"Yes," she responed gently, "Well, his name was never cleared," she said as if it explained everything. The two boys nodded silently.
"I-I think we should let him figure it out," Ron said suddenly.
"For once in my life, Ron, I think you're right," Hermione agreed.
"Blasie knows," Harry said the next day, plopping down on the couch beside Hermione. Ron was on her other side. She closed the book that was perched in her lap and looked up at him.
"Are you ok with it? I mean, I'm really sorry I told you like I did, but I wanted you to know as soon as possible," she explained, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Harry reached out and took her small hands under his. The same filling came back, but it was to strong to push down.
"I'm glad you told me, Mione. Even if you weren't sure, I'm still happy you told me," he smiled at her, and she replied with her own smile. Ron reached over Hermione and patted Harry on the back.
"I'm glad your happy," he said. Suddenly, he got a nagging in the back of his mind, wishing that Ron wasn't there. That it was just him and Hermione.
"Thanks," he replied.
"So what did you tell him?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence that had settled.
"Nothing really. I flooed Remus, he said Sirius never told him about getting any of his girlfriends pregnant. I ran into Blasie in the hallway on my way back. I dropped the photo of Sirius in his path and he picked it up and looked at it. I told him I would look for a family tree or something, see if they were related," when he finished, Hermione face was shining with glee.
"Brilliant, Harry!" she flung her arms around him in a quick hug before getting up and pacing the common room. "Now he knows we don't know, we just suspect. He will most likely look into it himself. Now the question is, should we let him find out? Or, should we get to him before he has time to do any research himself," she stopped pacing and looked at her best friends before she began pacing again. It had seemed to the two boys that she was going to ask their opinion, but started her thinking again. Same old Hermione, Harry
thought.
"Harry, you said you asked Remus? Well, is there anyone else we could ask? We'll need resources if we're going to convinse everyone," she stopped again, but his times sat in her place between Ron and Harry.
"What about Snape? He went to school with Sirius didn't he?" Ron took the thought right out of Harry's mind.
"Good, Ron," Hermione phrased, resting her hand on his knee.
"Any of the teachers could tell you, really. Most of them were teaching here during that time," Harry spoke up.
"Yes, and by what I came up with, the child was concived at the end of the mother's 7th year."
"So it wasn't that long ago. I mean, Dumbledore's been alive for over a hunderd years," Ron put in.
"Do you think we should go to him first?" Hermione glanced at Harry.
"I guess. No sense in getting Snape all worked up for nothing if we can just go to Dumbledore," he reasoned.
"Very true. But Harry, I think we should be careful about this. No telling what people may do if they think Blasie is the son of a murder," Hermione bit her bottom lip, awaiting his reply.
"Sure. But, its doesn't really matter much. Sirius is dead," he answered. He felt a lump form in his throat. I won't go back to how I was before, he told himself.
"Yes," she responed gently, "Well, his name was never cleared," she said as if it explained everything. The two boys nodded silently.
"I-I think we should let him figure it out," Ron said suddenly.
"For once in my life, Ron, I think you're right," Hermione agreed.