DISCLAIMER: I wish I could say that I own Harry Potter, but the lawyers in my head are telling me that that would be a BAD idea….

A/N: From here on out, I'm totally making everything up…My notebook I decided to throw away as I have decided on a different course to take with this story. Therefore, depending upon the things I have to do through the week, the updates may take longer…

Chapter 21:

After Hermione and Sirius reached the common room around dinner time, they say down and snuggled on the couch, completely ignoring those who came in and out. The day was growing dark and soon the upper class students would be returning from Hogsmeade.

So basically they had every intention of enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasted.

Hermione's thoughts went to Harry. She could just imagine him now, sitting in the common room, surrounded by Valentine's Day gifts of every shape and size from his fan club that consisted of about every single girl at Hogwarts.

A laugh escaped her lips as she remembered the past two years and how Harry's popularity among the girls had grown, breaking the silence and causing Sirius to look down at her.

"What's so funny?" he asked bemused.

"I'm just thinking…," she answered softly with a small smile playing at her lips.

"About what?"

"Harry," she stated simply.

Immediately, Sirius' eyes became hard and impassive as his arms unwrapped from around her. He stood up abruptly and walked over to the window, leaving Hermione to stare after him with confusion on her face.

"Sirius?" she asked gently as she slowly rose and walked over to him. She reached out to touch his arm and was surprised when he jerked his arm away from her touch.

"Sirius, what's wrong with you?"

He continued to glare out of the window, ignoring her presence. He folded his arms up over he chest, a gesture he usually performed when he was irritated at something she said and yet didn't want to start a fight though hoping she would.

"Please tell me what's wrong," Hermione pleaded.

Sirius remained standing where he was, pouting and acting as if she wasn't there. Really, it was all rather childish and both he and she knew it.

Hermione threw up her hands in frustration, letting out a growl as she did so. "Fine! Pout, I don't care!"

She spun around and started to walk away when he shot out his arm and grabbed her, spinning her roughly around to face him. His eyes were alive with anger. "Don't walk away."

"What do you expect me to do?" Hermione spat angrily. "Stand her while you pout? I don't even know what the bloody hell is wrong with you and yet you expect me to baby you."

"You should know what's wrong!" he charged.

"Well I don't," Hermione stated simply through clenched teeth. "Why don't you enlighten me?"

"All you ever think about is Harry!" Sirius growled. "It's always 'Harry this' and 'Harry that', well, I'm tired of hearing his name repeatedly coming out of your mouth!"

Hermione stared at him incredulously. "So that's what's wrong? My being friends with Harry?"

"The way you talk about him, one would think you wanted to be more than just friends!"

Hermione couldn't believe he was acting like this. She thought he understood her friendship with Harry but apparently he didn't. He didn't understand anything…

"I don't want to be anything but friends with Harry," Hermione said. "You said you wanted to know about my past, well he is my past."

"A past you refuse to tell me anything but a few details about!"

"I told you, I can't!"

Sirius clenched his fists at his side, his jaw tightening until she was sure it would break. "Then I can't be with you."

A rational Hermione would have tried to talk him out of it. A rational Hermione would have calmed him down and talked some sense into him. But, right now, she was anything but rational. "If that's what you want…"

"That's what I want," he confirmed.

"Then I guess there's nothing left to say but goodbye," she stated before turning and stalking out of the common room.

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The messy hair teen adjusted his robes once more, reaching inside to check if his wand was there. He was a wreck of nerves at the moment though he was trying desperately not to show it.

The past seven months had been a trial on not only him, but the whole Order as Voldemort began attacking in force, striking out at muggles and wizards alike. They had lost a good deal of their members during the battles, but as a consolation, the Dark had lost at least three times as many.

Severus Snape had shown his true nature finally during a particular attack back in December. It was by his hand that Albus Dumbledore, the only known wizard who Voldemort feared, died, but not before whispering an important date to Harry.

Harry had vowed then that the war would come to a close, that those who had betrayed them would suffer the ultimate price. Voldemort would fear his name before it was all done with and he would cower in front of him.

On the other side of the hill, Voldemort's army lined the horizon, a wall of flame illuminating them. The war had finally arrived and Harry would see that it was won for the Light even if he had to pay for it with his own life.

"Harry?" Remus Lupin questioned softly, moving up beside of him. The werewolf looked haggard standing there under the waning moon's light. "The werewolves are all hidden behind the archers so that we can make a surprise attack.

Harry nodded once. He was the unspoken leader of the Order and those fighting against Voldemort since Dumbledore had passed on. "Are the giants ready as well?"

"Hagrid is making sure as we speak," came the reply.

Harry nodded once more, searching the crowd across from them for any sign of his arch nemesis. Still not there…

"Harry," Remus said softly, "if you're going to do it, you need to do it soon. We cannot afford to have you gone for a long amount of time, especially as they appear ready to battle."

"I know, Remus," Harry answered, his eyes softening to the tenderness they often reverted to when his thoughts shifted towards her. "Have two giants and two werewolves sent to my tent to stand guard. I'll go collect the potion from Master Broncelli."

The lycan nodded and left Harry standing there alone on the hill as we followed orders. Harry stared up into the dark sky, spotting one and only one star against the black velvet- the dog star.

"Soon Hermione," Harry whispered a promise into the night, "I will be there for you. I will bring you back to where you belong, where you'll always belong."

And as the last ember died from a fire nearby, those who were near the Boy-Who-Live could of sworn they heard him whisper, "I love you."

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Lily and James stood at the common room entrance, their mouths gaping open, listening to the fight raging within. They both gasped when they heard Sirius say that he couldn't be with her.

They jumped back when the common room portrait swung open and Hermione stormed out. She looked livid.

Lily sighed. "You take Sirius and I'll go after Hermione."

"Actually, I was going to suggest that we give them a little time to cool off. They're both angry at the moment and probably, if I had to guess, not thinking very rationally," James pointed out. "Neither will listen to us if we tried to talk some sense into them."

Lily nodded. "You're right, of course." She glanced down at her magical watch and then back up at her boyfriend. "How long do you think we have till this is all over school?"

James watched as a group of first years and second years eagerly exited the portrait hole, gossiping giddily amongst themselves before rushing down the corridor.

"I say approximately five minutes."

"Really?" Lily said with some doubt. "I give it two."

James smiled. "You're on."

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Sirius glared at the closed portrait hole. He couldn't believe he had just broken up with her. Of course, his temper had always gotten away with him and now it just ruined the best relationship he had ever been in.

He could, of course, go after her and beg her forgiveness. But him, being the prideful man he was, could not find the will to admit he was wrong. Just like a man!

He stared around the room, looking for something to release his anger on. He saw a tiny vase and picked it up. Turning to the portrait hole, he chucked the vase with all his might, hurtling it into the wall.

Luckily for James, Sirius had bad aim whenever he was angry, because he had chose that exact moment to walk in. James stared at the pile of broken glass on the floor then back up to his stalking friend.

"Hello to you too mate,"

Sirius glared viciously at him. "Sod off," he hissed.

"Hey, I didn't do anything!"

Sirius ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. "I know…it's just…"

"The fight with Hermione," James finished for him.

"How do you know about that?"

"First off, Lily and I heard it. You two weren't exactly being quiet about it. Second, so did a bunch of first and second years so the whole school found out about two minutes ago."

"Shit!"

"Yeah, I owe Lily ten galleons."

"I'll pay Lily the ten galleons if you help me figure out what to do," Sirius said heatedly.

"Go after her," James stated simply.

"It's not that simple!"

"Only if you don't let it be," James said rationally.

"She won't listen to me."

"She definitely won't if you don't go and at least try."

Sirius turned around and walked to the window. He stood staring out it, deep in thought, for a long time. James faithfully stood behind him, giving him the peace he knew his friend needed at the moment.

Finally Sirius turned back around. James sighed when he saw the emptiness in his friend's eyes. He knew that the outcome of his thoughts were not going to be good.

Quietly, Sirius turned and walked towards the boy's stairwell without even a word in his friend's direction. His solemn face said it all.

"So that's it then?" James called after him. "You're just going to let her go."

"It's better off this way," Sirius stated sadly and continued up the stairs.

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Hermione could feel the tears starting to burn her eyes. She closed them tightly to stop the threatening tears from falling and ran blindly down the corridor. She briefly registered another set of footsteps in the corridor but paid no attention to it. Until she ran into the owner of those footsteps that is.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed as the tears finally began spilling down her cheeks. She looked up and gasped suddenly, stumbling backwards into the wall for what greeted her when she looked up was a smiling face and sparkling emerald eyes.

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