A/N: Hey guys. Sorry it took me so long. I just want to inform you all that I do NOT own Sirius, James, or Remus, let alone any characters or places of the Wizarding World. I also don't own any Beatles songs…

So enjoy!

Chapter 6: Detention Time

Sirius managed to stagger away from the scene without getting caught. Part of his mind was yelling at him, telling him to go back and curse Remus for getting in his way, but another, calmer voice told him to keep a level head about him. And that side won.

Sirius didn't really feel up to a Zonko's trip with James and Harry (hard to believe). Although he did stop by to ask the clerk of Zonko's to tell James he had left. After he sent his message, Sirius walked back to Honeydukes and waited for the storeowners to clear out of the storage room so he could use the secret passageway.

He stumbled down the stairs and even deeper into the tunnel. He didn't even bother lighting up his wand: he knew the tunnel like the back of his hand. He figured he'd head back to Gryffindor Tower, get bombarded with questions by Peter, ditch him and go find some girl to snog. Yup, that was Sirius Black's comfort food.

He took out the Marauder's Map as he stopped in front of the door into Hogwarts. No one in the corridor, or the next. He quickly pushed the door open and rushed down the hall, only to slow down, trying to look casual.

As soon as Gryffindor seventh year named Bridget Bell crossed a tangent corridor, Gryffindor Tower was pushed to the farthest corners of Sirius' mind. Amazingly, Sirius and Bridget had sustained a healthy relationship since Christmas Break last year, all the way through the rest of the year, and completely through summer break. Remus had called their relationship cheap because it had started over some conveniently placed mistletoe.

"Hello Bell," Sirius purred.

The girl stopped in her tracks and turned her head slyly.

"Sirius, how nice it is to see you again," Bridget said, walking slowly towards him. "How are you doing?"

"Not too well," he said softly.

"Anything I can do to help?" she asked. She stopped a good foot in front of him and then leaned in and whispered, "Anything at all?"

"Oh I can think of a few things," he said into her neck before he moved in. Her lips grazed his before their kiss deepened. They managed to make their way into an empty classroom before McGonagall had caught them again.

The first day back from summer vacation, Sirius and Bridget were displaying quite a large amount of personal affection in her classroom one evening and ended up in detention for the rest of the week. Remus and James had just stopped taunting him a day ago. But Sirius thought it was totally worth it. Seventh years, in his opinion, were some of the best kissers out there.

Sirius and Bridget had spent the rest of the day together and away from the Marauders once they returned. They didn't spend the whole time snogging (much to Sirius' disappointment) but talked a lot and walked around the grounds a few times. While in the midst of tickling Bridget outside, Sirius had caught a glimpse of Hermione through a window. She had been watching them. Sirius just continued to tickle Bridget until she yanked him onto the leave-covered ground beside her.

Dinner was a whole other story.

Sirius, being a faithful Marauder he was, sat with James, Remus, and Peter, who were unfortunately accompanied by Harry, Hermione, Lily, and some other girl Peter was trying to flirt with.

Harry was in a deep conversation with Lily, talking about some muggle contraption. Remus was telling stories of their past harmless pranks to Hermione. Peter had copied one of James' flirting tricks, and now he had the girl giggling nonstop. James and Sirius were bent over their food, not talking to anyone. Both didn't seem too keen on having the newcomers sitting with them.

James, while reaching for some potatoes, accidentally bumped Sirius elbow.

"Watch it, mate," Sirius snapped.

"What's a matter with you?" James retorted waspishly.

Sirius' eyes flashed in the direction of Hermione and Remus. "Nothing," he lied tiredly.

James looked at Remus and Hermione, then at Sirius, then at the two, then back at his friend. "You don't," he said slowly. "Oh Padfoot, please say you don't like Her—"

"I said it's nothing, Potter!" Sirius yelled, ending with a few heads turning his way. Sirius glared at all the students until they returned to their original conversation. He sighed. "Anyways, what's wrong with you? You don't seem your cocky self right now."

"What do you think has gotten me down?" he asked sourly. He cast his eyes over to Harry and Lily.

Lily, after hearing about Harry from Hermione, started to act nicer towards him. It was amazing at how similar Harry and James looked, but how differently those two acted.

Harry was ecstatic. Here he was, talking to his mother, and back in the time of the Marauders. Harry was in perfect bliss. That's because he was oblivious to the feelings of two Marauders about his girlfriend.

James, as most people knew, had a crush on Lily. But Lily wouldn't give him the time of day let alone go out with him. It was disconcerting. James Potter always got what he wanted. And now there was this look alike talking to her like they were old friends. Why wouldn't Lily talk to him, James? They looked the same. James didn't understand it at all.

"Oh," Sirius said slowly. "Don't worry, Prongs. Remember, Harry likes 'Mione," he said sharply.

"Padfoot," James started.

"Weren't we going to perform that oh-so-brilliant prank today?" Sirius asked brightly. He didn't want to talk about Hermione at the moment.

James sighed, then brought back his infamous Potter smirk. "Yeah, we were." He and Sirius pulled out their wands at the same time.

"Accio pea," they whispered, pointing their wands at Snape and Kevin Nott's plates. Sirius and James caught the peas and pointed their wands at them and whispered a curse. "Reducto," they whispered again. The hexed peas flew back to their original plate. Sirius and James had identical smug grins stretched across their faces.

"Now," Sirius said to James cheerfully, "let us sit back and enjoy the show."

"Indeed," James agreed.

They went back to eating heartedly, but always kept their heads up. Lily and Remus could hardly fail to notice their gloomy faces turn abruptly bright.

"Why are you two so happy?" Lily asked during a break in her conversation with Harry.

"What's it to you, Evans?" James snapped as he whipped his head around to reveal glaring eyes.

Lily raised her eyebrows in amazement. James never treated her with anything but kindness. He never yelled at her. He even occasionally asked to carry Lily's books for her. Lily decided not to push James any farther. She remember the time when James cursed a fourth year for tapping him on the shoulder when he was in a sour mood.

"James, what did you do now?" Remus asked slowly.

"Who said he did something?" Sirius asked acidly.

"Just wait," James said reassuringly.

They didn't have to wait too long. Across the Great Hall, two Slytherin boys stood up. One was standing in a twitchy manner with greasy hair swinging in his face: Severus Snape. The other was a burly seventh year with curly brown hair: Kevin Nott. And to James and Sirius' delight, they started to sing.

"In the town where I was born,

Lived a man who sailed to sea,

And he told us of his life,

In the land of submarines."

Sirius and James literally howled with laughter. Sirius actually fell off the bench from laughing so hard. Peter was shaking with laughter while Remus' face was growing pink at a steady rate from holding in the hilarity of the situation.

Lily and Hermione were a totally different case. They shared equal grim looks as they threw deadly glares at James and Sirius. This didn't, however, dampen James and Sirius' high spirits for they were doubled over with peals of laughter.

Everyone else in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing to look at the Slytherin singing sensation. Once they realized they weren't singing on their own free will, they burst out laughing. Only two people could be responsible of this, half of the Hall thought. A lot of the Gryffindors called out to James and Sirius to congratulate them. Many girls shrieked with laughter at Sirius' impression of Snape singing to the Beatles. But as all things must, the song drew to a close.

"We all live in a yellow submarine,

A yellow submarine,

A yellow submarine."

"BLACK! POTTER!" Snape yelled out in pure rage across the room the moment the song ended.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Professor McGonagoll stood behind the two Marauders looking quite angry. Her lips had her trademark whiteness from pursing them so tightly. She tapped her toe furiously with her hands on her hips.

"Here Professor," Sirius said cockily, "I'll help you out." His face grew stern and he began to talk in a snappish, tart voice. "Detention! Potter, hospital wing. Black, dungeons. Tonight at seven. Don't be late!" Sirius smiled broadly.

"Very witty, Black," McGonagoll drawled. "If you must know, I was planning on only taking points from Gryffindor, but since Mr. Black is just itching to get into detention again, I'll follow his lead." She looked at Sirius. "Don't be late!" she said, mocking the tone Sirius used to mock herself. She looked as if she was going to smirk before she whipped around and made her way back to the High Table.

James punched Sirius in the shoulder lightheartedly. "Nice going, Padfoot."

"Eh, she would have given us detention anyways," Sirius said carelessly.

"Yeah, I guess…" James said. He continued to eat his dinner until he started to feel someone's heated glare upon him. "Can I help you, Evans?" he asked without looking up from his train of spaghetti chugging its way into James' tunnel-like mouth.

"Why did you do that?" Lily asked. James looked up. Usually Lily's voice was as testy as McGonagoll's, but now she asked it in a soft, almost tender voice.

James, still angry at Lily, refused to act his normal, civil self around her. "Haven't we already gone through this?" he asked exasperatedly. He caught Sirius snigger out of the corner of his eye. "We don't like him. He doesn't like us."

"I wonder why," Lily muttered under her breath.

"Oh, come on, Evans," Sirius said. "We just did it to brighten up the evening. And don't think I didn't catch that smile when the second verse came around." James and Sirius high-fived each other before returning to their meal.

Remus, on the other hand, knew that was just a start. He dropped his conversation with Hermione to question his fellow Marauders. "I know that's not all the jinx does. What else did you do?" he asked, leaning over to them.

Sirius winked at Hermione, who seemed to be discreetly listening, before explaining to Remus. "They will only be singing muggle songs, just for even more embarrassment (as we know Mr. Pro-Pureblood-We-Hate-All-Muggleborns loathes anything that has to do with muggles). And we jinxed them so that every time they say 'Mudblood' each sings another song until one of them says the key phrase. Then all singing stops."

"What's the key phrase?" Hermione asked.

Sirius grins widened even farther. "Promise you won't ruin our fun, Snicket?" Hermione rolled her eyes but nodded. "Gryffindor kicks Slytherin arse."

"Oh that's original," she muttered.

"Excuse me?" Sirius asked, his head snapping towards her.

"If you're such great pranksters, you should have used totally random words that make no sense whatsoever." She just sighed. "Aren't very imaginative, are you?" she asked in a dreary voice as she returned to her treacle tart.

James and Sirius rolled their eyes and heads to look at each other.

"Since you're new here, Snicket, we'll cut you some slack," Sirius said.

"Just remember 'Mione," James said, "we know Snape is going to figure out our plan eventually, especially the key phrase. So we made it something Snape would expect us to think of, so he wouldn't be singing all day."

"As funny as that is," Sirius interjected, "he's just not that good of a singer."

"That's why we made it obvious," James finished.

"So let me get this straight," Hermione said slowly. "You did Snape a—a favor?"

"Hey," Sirius said, trying to sound hurt, "we may be pranksters, but we're not cruel!"

"Could have fooled me," Lily said under her breath.

Nott sang one more time during dinner while Snape serenaded everyone twice before exiting the hall. James was leading the Marauders out of the hall first, still cackling about Snape's "All You Need Is Love" song.

Suddenly James was slammed into an opposite wall. But to everyone's surprise, he was still laughing.

"POTTER!" Snape yelled again as he stormed into view with his hand clawed around his wand.

"Getting a tad touchy, are we Snivellus?" James asked sarcastically through his laughter.

"Akra Ignis!" Snape cursed, bringing his wand above his head and swishing it down towards James.

"Protego!" Sirius yelled, blocking the hex off James so it hit a tapestry. It burst into blood red flames before disappearing altogether. "Sod off Snape," Sirius growled. "Just walk away." This time his voice was steady and even.

"Well that's a first," Snape sneered. "Black being charitable I suppose?"

"Seriously Snape," he said. He turned around and started to walk with a stunned Peter and Remus. "Just go drown your head in a toilet or something…" he trailed off, waving his hand carelessly over his shoulder.

Snape's face was priceless: it was a blend of amazement, speechlessness, and pure rage. "Sliticus!" the Slytherin yelled as his wand shot straight up at the retreating Sirius.

At first it didn't seem as if anything had happened to Sirius from everyone else's point of view… until he turned around. Upon Sirius' grim face was a heavily bleeding cut. It stretched across his left cheek, starting beside his eye and ending next to his mouth. His anger was practically rising off of him like steam.

"I gave you a fair warning Snape," Sirius spat. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He raised his wand up.

"Sirius, what happened?" Hermione shrieked as she laid her eyes one Sirius fresh cut. She noticed someone beside her moving. "Immobulus!" she yelled at Snape. He froze in mid-strike, his wand above his head, ready to add more slashes across Sirius' face.

Sirius walked up to the still Slytherin boy. "Yoo hoo, Snivelly!" Sirius taunted. He waved his hand in front of Snape's face and then snapped his fingers. He turned to a pair of chuckling students: Hermione and James. "This is brilliant! How come we never thought of this before?" he asked James. He went back to mocking Snape, now dancing in front of the pissed off Slytherin.

The crowd that had formed around them started to dislodge itself from the entrance hall and made their way into the many staircases that would lead them to their common rooms. All that was left were the teachers.

"Mr. Black!" Professor McGonagoll screeched as soon as Snape came into her view. Sirius had been poking playfully at Snape's hair and calling it the after affects of a grease bomb. Now he stood in mid-poke and staring at McGonagoll. "You must really love detention, Black, because you have just earned yourself another one!" she said.

Sirius was about to give his usual speech saved just for new detention time until a bold voice spoke up next to him.

"Please, Professor, I started it." That brave soul was Hermione. She stood still with a defiant spark in her eyes as they rested on McGonagoll.

"Miss Snicket?" she asked. McGonagoll did not believe a word Hermione had said, but since the girl volunteered… "You can join Mr. Black in his detention at the dungeons tonight at seven." McGonagoll turned on her heel and stormed down the corridor whilst muttering to herself about detention must be the "in" thing at the moment.

Sirius turned to Hermione slack jawed. "Hermione, why did you—"

"Oh Merlin, Sirius! We really need to take care of that cut," Hermione said. She walked up to him while taking some spare cloth out of her bag. Its original purpose was to be sewn into a hat for the house-elves. "Here," she said. She laid it on his cheek. He reached up to hold the cloth in place as Hermione's slender fingers slipped out from underneath his. "We should really go to Madame Pomfrey." Hermione took Sirius by the elbow and lead him down the corridor. She called out to the stunned Marauders and Lily, "We'll back soon!"

"Dueling again, Mr. Black? Madame Pomfrey asked disapprovingly. She hurried into her office to grab a certain medicine plant. Hermione stared after the nurse; she had really let herself go over the years. At the moment, Madame Pomfrey was a skinny, young woman, her face wrinkle-free.

"Hermione," Sirius said softly. Hermione did not look at him but busied herself with fixing her skirt. "Hermione," he said a little louder that that time. She couldn't go on ignoring him forever.

"Yes?" she asked, now looking at jar of some plant preserved in green goo placed behind Sirius on a shelf.

"First I want to say thanks," he said timidly. He wasn't looking at her either, but over her shoulder at one of the adjacent beds. "For taking some of the blame I mean. And for taking me to the hospital wing too."

"And second?" Hermione asked. She focused her eyes on Sirius' face. He looked straight at her as well.

"Why'd you do it?" he asked bluntly.

Hermione sighed and sat on the bed next to Sirius. "I don't know. It just seemed like the right thing to do. You didn't duel with Snape. You actually tried to walk away. And that's sort of brave. But that's also how I made my first two friends. Bailing them out of trouble, I mean."

"Really?" Sirius asked, sitting up straighter. "That's how I met James. I had to bail his arse out because he jinxed part of a dinner to dance across Gryffindor Table."

"In his first year?" Hermione asked incredulously. Sirius nodded. They both laughed softly.

"Here you go, Mr. Black," Madame Pomfrey said while making her way up to Sirius. "Juice from a Ganmo leaf, should clear things right up." She dabbed his cheek with a soaking wet rag filled with purple liquid one could guess as the Ganmo leaf juice.

Sirius' cut looked as if it was healing in slow motion. At first it stopped bleeding, then grew into a rather gruesome scar. Finally the skin grew over to leave a faint pink mark, which just disappeared seconds afterwards.

"There," Madame Pomfrey said promptly. "I doubt, Mr. Black, that you need to stay overnight. Just don't go itching it!" she yelled as he started to scratch. His hand dropped at once. "Off you go!" she ordered as she pushed the two teenagers out of the hospital wing.

Hermione turned towards Sirius in the hallway. "When is our detention?"

"Seven."

Hermione glanced at her watch. "We better hurry if we need to get to the dungeons in time." She started to speed-walk down the hall. Sirius ran to catch up with her.

"What, you've never been late to a detention before?" he asked sarcastically.

"I've never been in detention before," Hermione said sheepishly.

"What?" Sirius asked in an outraged tone. "Oh, and you were the tops of your classes too I suppose?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

Sirius said nothing, but he did take note on how fast Hermione was travelling, and for being new here she definitely knew her way around. He was about to comment but ceased when Professor Smirch came into view. The Professor was quite young, only in her twenties but she gave off an ominous demeanor that would send any student into tears by just a glare. Her black hair was let down long to reveal a shine that could only be produced from magic. She glared at the two oncoming students.

"You're late," she spat. Hermione and Sirius came to a sudden halt.

"Tell us something we don't know," Sirius grumbled.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that Black," Smirch snapped. "Follow me." She spun around on her heal and into her office. Sirius and Hermione entered the Potions dungeon reluctantly.

The office looked the same as it did in the future except the name plate on the teacher's desk read Professor B. Smirch instead of Professor S. Snape.

"You are to reorganize these two shelves of potion ingredients so that they are in alphabetical order with no magic. I don't care if you talk. Just don't go snogging each other!" She added that last part directly at Sirius. Sirius just grinned mischievously. Hermione rolled her eyes but at the same time wondered how many times Sirius had gotten caught doing that. "I will be in my office, but I would advise you not to come in to ask me questions. You can leave once it's done." She crossed the room and slammed the door shut that lead into her office.

"All right, let's get this over with," Hermione said. "I don't fancy being here till ten at night."

"Who would?" Sirius asked.

"Good point. Let's start."

They first took all of the jars out of the two shelves.

"Let's start with the A's," Hermione said absently.

"Really? I thought we should start with the Z's," Sirius asked sarcastically.

They continued to work for the next hour. To ease the tedious minutes, Sirius informed Hermione of what not to do during Potions class by telling her stories. One included Sirius making his wolfsbane do the disco while the teacher was lecturing the class about immaturity.

After hearing all those stories about Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James, she was blown away at their skill level. One could argue that their intellect level was higher than Hermione's (minus Peter). Other than their brilliant schemes being ingenious, Hermione thought some were rather funny, which was odd for Hermione. She usually disapproved of all useless pranks. Take the Weasely twins for example. The only schemes she actually liked were the ones that had a purpose other than causing mischief among the castle.

Sirius admitted to himself that this was his best detention ever. Here he was, talking to this pretty cute girl in an empty classroom. But the best part was making her laugh; it was addictive. Every time she laughed, Sirius couldn't help but laugh or at least smile along with her. What struck Sirius to be odd was she would not talk about her old school. From his experience, girls loved to talk about themselves, but this girl would do anything but that. All Hermione mentioned was her parents were muggles before her eyes widened and her mouth shut close. Sirius decided to not push it; Maybe she didn't have a choice about leaving her own school, he thought.

Once they finished, they left without bidding Professor Smirch goodbye. Hermione looked at her watch.

"Merlin's Beard, it's almost ten o'clock!" she said in utter amazement.

"What?" Sirius asked, even though he had heard he the first time.

"Padfoot!"

Hermione looked down the halls, expecting to see James, since she had just heard him yell, only to see Sirius laughing.

"What?" she asked.

"Hold on," he said to Hermione. He took a small mirror out from his pocket. Instead of his reflection being there, James' head was inside the mirror. "Yeah Prongs?" he asked the mirror.

"Are you finished with you detention?"

"Yeah."

"Whoa," Hermione breathed. She stepped behind Sirius to see James better. "I've read about these mirrors. Where did you get them?"

"Oh, I forgot you were with him, Hermione," James said, a bit more downhearted than he was aiming for. "So that's why you ran so late."

"We were just talking, mate," Sirius said. He couldn't hold back his grin though.

"Hm mmm," James said, still unconvinced. "When did you finish?"

"Just a minute or so ago," Hermione answered.

"You?" Sirius asked.

"Quite awhile ago," he said noncommittally.

Sirius and Hermione started to walk. Sirius held out the mirror so James could see both of their faces.

"Guess what Padfoot?" James asked excitedly.

"You got another detention?" Sirius guessed.

"Better," James answered. He seemed to be bouncing up and down, switching from one foot to the other. "Lily actually spoke to me without biting my head off!"

Sirius had to hold back his laugh. "That's—that's great Prongs!" he choked out, trying to sound as if this wasn't the funniest thing he ever heard from James.

"Hey, are you talking to Sirius and Hermione?" Sirius and Hermione heard from the mirror.

"Yeah Moony, want to talk to them?" James yelled to someone that was probably standing near him.

"Sure," They twosome heard. Next thing Hermione and Sirius saw was Remus' face next to James. "How was your first detention?" Remus asked Hermione.

"Rather funny, actually," Hermione answered. Remus raised his eyebrows. "I heard some amusing stories from Sirius."

"Uh-oh, what did you tell her Padfoot?" Remus asked worriedly.

"Just a very interesting story about both of you," Hermione said to Remus and James, whose faces instantly turned cold, "and how you two entered the Great Hall one morning while forgetting to put on you robes."

Remus and James choked out a laugh.

"Did Sirius happen to mention the time he—" Remus started.

"Oh, look at the time," Sirius interrupted. "We better hurry if we want to get back to the common room before curfew."

"Since when do you care about curfew?" James asked.

"Probably since we were about to share some of his embarrassing moments with a girl," Remus answered.

"See you guys soon," Sirius said loudly. He broke the connection and placed the mirror in his pocket carefully. "Come on," he said hurriedly to Hermione. "I know for a fact that a kitten called Mrs. Norris roams around this corridor around this time at night."

As if on cue, they heard a meow just a few meters to their left. "Quick!" Sirius grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her into a giant crack in the wall. The crack was actually quite narrow so when they were facing each other inside it, their bodies were practically pushed up against each other. They waited in absolute silence until Mrs. Norris passed by. They waited a few more minutes just incase she decided to come back, as she usually did. Hermione stared intently at Sirius' face while his head was forced to look the other way. If he faced Hermione, their noses would almost be touching.

"I think she's gone," Sirius said at long last. He squeezed out of the narrow crack as Hermione followed him. He looked down at their hands to find them still interlocked. He quickly let go of her hand and muttered an apology. "We better go."

"Yeah, or else Mr. Filch will have our heads," Hermione added absentmindedly.

Sirius looked at Hermione as if to question how she knew about Filch, but decided that Remus must have told her.

They walked up in silence all the way into Gryffindor Tower. Hermione didn't stay long to chat; once she saw Lily wasn't in the common room, she practically ran upstairs to find her.

Sirius was at the moment running over the past few hours in his mind. He was basically grinning from ear to ear as he flopped down on the couch next to Harry. He even decided to challenge Harry at wizard chess. Sirius found out, much to his pleasure, that Harry was almost as bad as he was.

"Moony is the wizard chess king," Sirius told Harry.

Harry was about to nod but remembered that he wasn't supposed to know who Moony was. "Who?"

"Oh, right," Sirius said, smacking his head. "The Marauders kind of gave each other nicknames. Remus is Moony. Peter is Wormtail. James is Prongs. And I'm Padfoot."

Harry chuckled, heightening his oblivious effect. "Those are pretty random names. What do they stand for?"

Sirius' face didn't falter. He had practiced this so many times. "They're just names, no meaning behind them."

"I don't know about you guys," James said to the Marauders and Harry (they were the only people left in the common room), "but scrubbing bed pans tired me out. I'm turning in."

Everyone else grumbled in agreement. They all got up and slowly made their way upstairs and into their beds.

"G' night everyone," James said through the closed curtains.

"Good night," Harry said, only to hear a snore in return from James and Peter. He chuckled to himself before falling asleep.

Sirius and Remus weren't especially tired, but seeing as everyone was asleep, they decided to join their friends in their dreamful sleep.

A/N: Nice and long... So, was it good? I hope so. Would you care to review?

Pieceocake- Put the pitchforks down! You'll be getting more even faster once finals are done and over with.

Hi Im Crazy- I'm glad someone commented on my apartment of miseries. Every time I read it I still give a chuckle.

Darcy- Remus and Hermione probably won't officially get together. Don't worry!

Kitty katty- I hope you mean sick as in good… if so, thanks!

Luna Gypsy- You're not the only one. But alas, our wee little Hermione is a goody goody, so she won't be breaking the rules anytime soon… unless Sirius gets to her…

Gabrielle Madden-Lovato- Harry and Hermione, in one of the upcoming chapters, are going to have a fight, and that's when Sirius comes in. I don't think Remus is going to actually hook up with Hermione…

Mane Black- Dang straight! Of course Hermione and Sirius should be together! And about bringing Sirius back after they are back in their own time, of course! Sirius shouldn't have been dead in the first place!

Thanks to all you reviewers out there! I'll update soon!