Two Years Later
Hermione stared in shock at Molly Weasley, her mouth gaping open and closed like a fish. Her hands went limp, let go of the teacup that had been grasped in her hands. A soft sigh escaped from between gently parted lips.
"So what you're saying is that I had wizarding parents I never knew as my parents, but I knew at least one and now it's my turn to save them?"
At the nod of Molly's head, Hermione shuddered. Nothing was ever simple here, was it? Of course it wasn't. She knew the answer to that question. Stroking her fingers along the rock that sat along her left ring finger, she gave a soft sigh. Viktor would never understand.
"Its Sirius isn't it? The one that I have to save, the one that's trapped."
" Yes Hermione. He can be saved also, but only with the blood of his living relative. You."
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So what should I do from here? Give me some ideas!
