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Chapter 5: Foolish Games

"You took your coat off and stood in the rain, you're always crazy like that. And I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you. You're always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair, you were fashionably sensitive but too cool to care."

-Jewel

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They stood there for a few moments, taking in the atmosphere. "Well, what are you supposed to do?" Asked Remus suddenly.

Hermione didn't answer. She sat down, Indian style in front of the veil. She sat there with her eyes closed and called his name, as if to call him out. After that, she opened her eyes and she began to recall memories of the past. Moments she had spent with Sirius. Times spent at number twelve Grimmuald Place, when her and Harry had saved him back in her third year, and all those times her and Ginny would stay up late to talk about their two favorite Marauders.

That had surprised Remus because he never knew that the two young girls could feel that way towards Sirius and himself. As he sat and watched Hermione speak to the veil, he thought when it was just the four of them. James, Peter, Sirius, and him; The Marauders. Thinking of this, a silent tear rolled down his cheek. Then, Hermione had nothing else to say. The two of them sat there, in silence, waiting for something to happen. After a few decades of waiting, and nothing happening, Hermione stood up. She brushed herself off and turned to face Remus.

The only thing breaking the silence was the voices of sorrow leaking from the veil, none of them were coherent.

Hermione slowly descended down the stairs. "Maybe my love was not enough for him."

Remus put his head down in defeat, and followed suit. He thought to himself, 'what had gone wrong?'

Just as they were out of earshot, Remus had heard something. He tuned on his heal and walked back to the archway.

"Remus, come on. I'm sorry but –"

And there it was, that voice.

"Help!"

It couldn't be him.

"Hermione help me!" Remus called to her, "He's here come on!"

She ran up the steps, and before thinking, plunged her hand into the veil. "Remus, grab me, just incase."

Remus wrapped his arms around her waist and waited for the signal.

Her hand still in the archway, she felt around for something. Then all of sudden, she felt a cold, clammy hand had grabbed her warm, soft touch.

"Remus! Pull!" She screamed.

Remus had followed what she had instructed, and pulled her back. They had tumbled down a few stairs, and disorientated. Remus looked past Hermione, and Hermione looked past her had. There lied the body of Sirius Black in fetal position.

"Cold." He stated numbly, before he passed out. He looked just as he had, so many years ago.

"Hermione, we have to get him back to your place. We'll floo there, okay?" Remus stated.

"Right"

It was quite a feat, but Remus carried Sirius all the way to the Atrium, through one of the fires, into Hermione's flat, and onto a couch. After placing the now sleeping form of Sirius Black on the nearby couch, he awaited Hermione. When she had arrived, they embraced, and cried. She cried more than he did, but Remus couldn't help himself. Then, as if to wait for him to suddenly wake up, they sat on the couch, and watched Sirius sleep.

Silence. Peace.

No matter how much Hermione had protested being left alone with Sirius sleeping on her couch, Remus had to go home to his daughter. It was almost midnight by the time he finally apparated home and it was almost two o'clock in the morning by the time Hermione was convinced Sirius was not going to wake any time soon.

Eventually, some time around three thirty, she fell asleep.

Sirius opened his eyes. He saw color. He felt warmth. He was no longer in the veil. He was alive, 'who had saved me?' he thought too. Looking up, he saw the ceiling. He decided that he wanted to eat something for the first time in god knows how long. He rolled over and saw someone sitting on the couch opposite him.

The only thing he could remember from being in that horrid place was time passing, his stomach growling, and feeling totally and utterly alone. He was on the prowl for the most satisfying, sweet thing.

He got up and looked towards a clock he found on the wall, 'six thirty in the morning.' He got off the couch and walked into what he assumed the kitchen. He walked in and opened the freezer. He looked in and found something that looked appetizing. 'Hmm, Eggo waffles? Sounds interesting enough.' He walked around the kitchen, trying to figure out how to heat them up. He had no wand and he didn't think one could just fry them. He soon found out, from the box, that one could use a toaster, and once he figured out how to use that, he was enjoying the delectable waffles. It felt good to actually taste, smell, and eat food. It was a good wholesome feeling. He sat in silence and ate. Looking out a window over the city he recognized as the sun rose.

Once finishing eating, he decided that taking a shower would be best. 'I hope I don't smell something fierce.' He thought. He went rummaging through the house for clothes to wear. He walked into what seemed to be a girl's bedroom, with a girl in the bed, but paid no mind to it.

"Every girl I've every known has owned at least one pair of boxers!" He said aloud as he searched for some sweats that would suit him.

After finding what seemed would fit him, he found the bathroom and turned the water to hot. He wanted to feel that heat so bad. 'To feel again' he thought. He smiled as the warm liquid dripped and poured down his back. He found some shampoo that smelt of apples that he liked. Taking a shower was one of his favorite things to do. He loved the hot water, washing away his bad days and his negative thoughts. He smiled.

Hermione had just woken up when she heard the shower running. She had momentarily forgotten about Sirius being in her flat. When she had come to realize this, she started to think about what he was thinking, how long he had been up and what he had been doing before. Did he know that she had saved him? Did he know who she was at that point in time?

She hoped she would get these questions answered by the time he was done. She turned over to face into her bedroom, and saw that her draws had been pulled apart. 'What the hell was he doing?!' She was slightly shocked to see her underwear draw gone through. 'Pervert!'

Then, the shower was turned off. She could hear him humming . . . and he sounded happy! This was a good thing. 'Wait till he finds out everything he has missed' she thought mournfully.

Sirius was finished with his, what he thought, best shower ever. He smelt of apples, which he loved, and he was anything but unhappy. He hummed as he tried to fit into the almost too snug boxers he had found in that girl's bedroom. He dressed into the sweats he had found and walked into the hallway, passing the bedroom. As he passed it, he realized, there was someone in there. He back tracked his steps and stood in the doorway. There was a beautiful woman. It was no girl, but a woman.

"Hello" He said.

"Good morning Sirius."

He slightly frowned, knowing that this girl knew him, but then he gave it a second thought and got a closer look at this woman.

"Hermione?"

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A/n: Another chapter is done. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. Please review. Flames welcome!

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