"Don't forget, he won't remember who he is." Molly Weasley raised her eyebrows at the three teenagers in front of her. "Sirius will still be Sirius, but he won't know it. Dumbledore said, if they would be able to retrieve him from behind the veil, he will be alive and healthy, but he will have lost all memories about his identity. He will of course still have his magical powers and he will know he is a wizard and how the wizarding world works, but everything he experienced In his life, everything that formed who he is, or was, is gone. So be gentle with him and don't ask him too many questions. Leave him time to get used to the situation."
Mrs. Weasley watched the three friends and especially Harry Potter, who was very excited, given the fact that his beloved godfather Sirius Black, whom he had believed to be dead for almost two months, would walk into his old home every minute. Then the brown-haired girl to his right, Hermione Granger, asked a very good question: "So, we are not to ask him about what happened behind the veil. But shall we tell him everything we know about him?" – "Albus said, it would be wise to wait until he wants to find out himself. So as I said, leve him time to… Oh, here they are!"
The great old door of grimmauld Place Numer Twelve had opened and announced the arrival of four people: The old, wizened Albus Dumbledore, wearing a hard-to read-expression, Mr. Weasley, who looked extremely relieved and an exhausted Remus Lupin, who walked next to a tall, black-haired man.
Sirius looked a bit ragged and confused, he looked around himself with a mix of curiosity and doubt. "Sirius!" Harry sprinted down the stairs to greet his godfather, who smiled faintly: "you must be Harry, my, my godson, right?"
His voice still sounded strange to him, and he found it hard to belive that this great, ancient house was his. Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley and Remus Lupin had explained as much as posible to him about his current life and the people in it. He had already met his old headmaster and his old friend, who, along with Mr. Weasley tried to fill him in with a lot of information.
He had seen a lot of photos and had had to memorize loads of names, that didn't have any meaning to him.
So he immediately recognised the tall black haired young man, who was greet ing him enthusiastically. Harry was nearly as tall as himself, with bright green eyes and jet-black hair and he wore an expression that was nervous, but still overwhelmingly happy. Sirius could ot help but smile at the boy, and hug him, as Harry seemed very unsure whether this was the right thing to do. When they broke apart, Sirius had a chance to look at the other people in the hallway.
He saw a short, very kind looking woman, who was unmistakeably Mrs. Weasley and a tall, lanky redhead. Harry's best friend Ron. Both Harry and Ron were somewhere between boy and man, they had grown up since the photos Sirius had seen, had been taken.
He greeted Ron and Mrs. Weasley, when he realised that there was someone else in the room. Standing a few stairs behind Ron, was a girl.
Or better, a young woman, who took Sirius a few moments to recognise. She was tall, with a slim, but also quite female outline. Her long legs were dressed in a pair of jeans, and she was wearing a dark red, would be casual T-Shirt, that completely failed to hide her great figure, and also revealed her delicately tanned, soft skin on her arms and neck. She was looking at him out of great, dark brown eyes.
Her face was not to be called girlishly pretty in a common sense, but interesting and special, dominated by those deep brown eyes and their intelligent look. She had sharply drown, flexible eyebrows, and a high forehead which gave evidence of a deep and intense mind. High, gracefully formed cheekbones lead down to a strong and resolute chin area. The impression of the all-dominant intelligence and determination was foiled by full and sensual lips.
She wasn't wearing any make-up, and she didn't need it, with her skin showing a beautiful summerly glow. Firtstly it was her hair, that made Sirius identify her: Long, untamed, dark brown curls were falling down over her shoulders. Not as bushy as in the picture, but still, Hermione Granger, Harry's other best friend.
But how she had changed. The photograph had shown a girl, pretty and clever looking for sure, but far from the feminine, mature and fascinating charism of the young woman he was looking at right now. "Hello Sirius, I'm Hermione, Harry's friend." – "Yes, I know, I've seen pictures, you know." For a moment, she just smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back, as suddenly Harry said: "Come and meet the others. They are waiting for you."