Part 2- Hogwarts

Chapter 1

July 17th, 1995

The first thing he noticed as he awoke was the familiar smell of antiseptic, mixed with the slightly off scent of stale potions. At first, he thought he might actually be at Hogwarts in the hospital wing, but then he heard a magically magnified voice speaking softly, similar to a muggle talking on an intercom system. The second thing he noticed was the warm pressure on his right hand, as well as the weight on the edge of his bed.

He opened his eyes blearily, blinking to adjust to the light in the room as he brought one hand up to his head and raked his fingers through his hair. He smiled once his eyes had adjusted properly. Of course she was there. She must've been exhausted, because she'd fallen asleep leaned over on the edge of his bed, one arm under her head while her hand gripped his own like a drowning person gripped a rope.

"You gave us quite the scare, pup."

Harry's mind ground to a halt. He'd known he would have to face this moment eventually, and he'd also known there was no way in hell he'd ever truly be ready for it. Glancing to his left, Harry locked eyes with his godfather for the first time since he'd travelled through time.

So many emotions exploded within him in that one second all he could do was gape at him as his godfather crossed the room in three great strides, stooping down to wrap Harry in a fierce embrace.

"Sirius!" Harry managed to choke out, clinging to him, fingers digging into his coat as the tears he'd been trying to hold back began to fall freely.

"There, there pup." Sirius said soothingly, patting him on the back as he held the young man he loved like a son. "It's all right. You're safe now."

So much had happened in the past few days that Harry was nearly at the end of his rope, but this was too much for him. Seeing Sirius again brought back so much pain, but also so, so much joy. His fingers dug into his godfathers ragged coat as he held onto him for dear life and sobbed like a child.

Harry finally pulled away after what felt like an eternity, wiping at his eyes as he did so. Sirius took a seat in the open chair on the left side of his godson's bed, trying and failing to casually wipe the mist from his own eyes as he watched him.

Suddenly Harry's head snapped up, eyes wide with panic.

"Sirius!" He whispered. "You've can't be here! If the find you…" Harry began, already looking around for his wand in case he had to help his godfather fight his way out.

Sirius silenced him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Easy now, Harry." He said softly. "Nobody knows I'm here. As far as the staff is concerned, I'm just your lovable dog."

Thanks to his outburst, Hermione began to stir next to him.

"Harry?" Hermione said sleepily, lifting her head to look at him. She shot straight up as she realized he was awake, her eyes filling with tears as she brought her hands to her mouth. "HARRY!" She cried, launching herself at him and crushing him in a fierce embrace that took the wind from his tired body. He held her for some time, running his fingers through her hair and rubbing her back gently as he whispered soothingly into her ear.

Eventually the two parted, but only when Sirius coughed awkwardly. When they did, they both looked over at him to see him grinning like a fool and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione simply rolled her eyes and huffed good naturedly, but it did get a laugh out of Harry. Hermione turned her body and sat down on the edge of the bed as she wiped the tears from her face, looking him over protectively.

"I was so worried." Hermione squeaked out. "You've been unconscious for three days. The healer said you had severe magically exhaustion, and they weren't sure when you'd come out of it."

"You certainly don't do things by half." Sirius added, smiling proudly. Harry grinned back at him.

"Not that I'm not ecstatic to see you two, but what the bloody hell happened?" Harry asked. "What were Dementors doing in Little Whinging?"

"To be honest pup, we haven't a clue." Sirius said, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms.

"Was it him?" Harry asked softly, making sure to let his voice waver.

Sirius met his gaze. He seemed to be contemplating whether or not to answer Harry for a long moment before he finally spoke.

"It's possible, but right now the information we have says no." he said. His tone was hushed and carried an air of finality. Harry understood, knowing that while they were relatively safe here, there was no guarantee that someone wasn't listening.

Harry took a moment to process Sirius's words. Of course, he knew full well who had orchestrated the attack the last time, but with events changing so drastically now he could no longer be positive it was the toad.

"How did you know I was in danger?" Harry asked.

Sirius sighed and leaned forward in the chair. He knew his godson, and he knew his temper wouldn't like what he was about to tell him.

"Look pup, you're not going to like this, but we've been keeping an eye on you this summer." Sirius started.

"What do you mean, we?" Harry asked. He had to take care to ask the right questions, since he was supposed to be ignorant of the order as of now.

"The Order." Hermione started, taking his cue. She opened her mouth to keep going, but Sirius raised his hand to stop her.

"All in due time." He told her, giving them both a meaningful look. Not here, it said. "As I was saying, we've been keeping an eye on you, but that there was… well there was a mistake. The person that was supposed to be watching you managed to muck up the time, so you were left unguarded." He said, his tone growing bitter at the end. Harry didn't fail to notice it but decided to pull on that thread later.

"We had all just sat down to dinner at… the house." Hermione said, eyes flicking over to Sirius who nodded approvingly as she spoke. "When some kind of alarm spell went off."

"It was a charm we had placed on your home to alert us to any danger." Sirius added. Harry nodded understandingly. He didn't miss Hermione's lip quirk as she repressed a smile. After all, the fact that it took the house being blown up to set off their sensors and not the incident with the Dursleys was a validation of her work on the loadstone.

"I've never seen so many people move so quickly." Hermione added.

"We had prepared for something like this, but by the time we got there it was too late." Sirius said softly. He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "The house had already been destroyed, and you were nowhere to be found." He paused for a moment. "Your Aunt is gone Harry. The dementor kissed her. She's here in St. Mungo's, but she's gone. I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry looked down at the sheets, his hands clenching into fists as Petunia's terror filled expression flashed before his eyes again. He buried his feelings, unsure of how to even begin processing what had happened to his aunt.

"I know." Harry said. Sirius looked at him quizzically. "I'm the one that blew up the house." He admitted, not meeting his godfather's gaze.

Sirius's sat back in his chair with an almost comical thud, absolutely gobsmacked.

"No wonder the ministry showed up, and so swiftly." He said after a moment. "That much magic was sure to be picked up by the trace."

"What happened to Dudley?" Harry asked. The silenced that followed his question was deafening. He looked between his partner and his godfather, his heart sinking.

"Your cousin is here too, Harry, but he's…" Hermione said, looking away as she trailed off.

"NO." Harry said loudly, stiffening. "I made it in time! He was moving when I got there, they couldn't have taken his soul yet!" he said, his volume growing with every word.

"He still has his soul, Harry." Sirius said, palms raised in a placating gesture. "But he suffered severe and extensive exposure to dementors. His mind is all jumbled up, like someone who's spent decades in Azkaban."

"Will he recover?" Harry asked, his voice barely a whisper. Hermione felt her insides twisting as he spoke. Despite everything, Harry still felt responsible for protecting those around him.

"I don't know Harry." Sirius said solemnly.

"Has anyone told my uncle?" Harry asked. For some reason, he was afraid of the answer.

Neither Hermione nor Sirius spoke.

"Well?" Harry asked.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but Hermione beat him to it.

"I'm so sorry Harry. He's dead." She said solemnly. Harry's eyes widened.

"How?" He asked. "He wasn't even there!"

"He died in the muggle hospital that night." Sirius said. "We sent someone to speak to him, but the muggle authorities had beaten us there. From what they told Remus, he'd already had some kind of mental breakdown, and when they told him his home had been destroyed and his family was missing, he went into a fit and his heart gave out. Poor bloke didn't even get a word out."

A tense silence fell between the three of them once again as Harry tried to make sense of what had unfolded. He felt dizzy, so he cradled his head in his hands as he hunched over. Hermione placed a hand on the back of his head, guiding him into her chest as her arms wrapped around him.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall, instead blinking them away rapidly. It killed her to put all of this on him at once, but she knew he needed to know where they stood. By some struck of luck, or possibly divine intervention, nobody had been told of what had transpired at the Dursleys home in the days before the dementor attack, but they needed to get ahead of this.

Sirius watched the two teens closely, his own assumptions about the state of their relationship being proven right before his eyes. When Harry pulled himself away from her embrace, she took his face into both of her hands, and while she didn't kiss him, which he'd expected, the two shared a long and tender look. A knot formed in his chest as Sirius's mind was filled with flashes of his beloved best friends showing each other the same affection.

"As far as how your Ms. Granger and I came to be in Surrey three nights ago," Sirius began, "When the alarm sounded the… group… mobilized, and her being underage and me being… let us say unpopular with law enforcement, they refused to let us come."

"So how did you?" Harry asked.

"I insisted." Hermione said, her tone deadpan.

Sirius barked out a laugh.

"More like demanded." He said. "Minerva refused to let us use the portkey, so we waited until the others had left and followed them. Since I'd been to this area before, I was able to get us there by apparating. Once we arrived, I saw what happened to the house and knew there was trouble. They were shouting about you not being in the house so I turned into padfoot so I could sniff you out."

"Sirius was so worried he took off when he caught your scent, and the Aurors had started arriving then, so I suppose nobody noticed when I went after him." Hermione added. "When we found you…" She said, choking up at the last bit and averting her gaze.

"I'm fine Hermione, thanks to the two of you." Harry said, taking her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

She nodded at him, unable to speak.

Sirius stood suddenly, clapping his hands together as he did.

"That's enough talk for now. I think it's time for your lovable mutt to see how much trouble he can get into." He went over to the door.

"Behave." Hermione commanded.

"Never have, never will Ms. Granger." Sirius said dramatically, grinning. "Besides, the mediwitches love me!"

With that he cracked the door open and quickly changed into padfoot before slipping out, the door closing behind him. Hermione heard a loud yelp followed by a woman laughing as the door closed. She met Harry's gaze and the two grinned at each other. Past or future, Sirius would never change.

For a moment they just stared at each other, basking in each other's presence, but soon Harry's smile fell, and he looked away. Hermione's smile simply became more tender as she brushed her thumb over his hand. She knew he needed to process everything, and she would give him this brief moment. Finally, Harry took a shuddering breath and met her eyes again.

"So, what now?" Harry asked. Hermione knew what he was asking her, just as she knew he would understand her answer.

"Well, the mediwitches will likely want to go over you one more time, but they told Mrs. Weasley a few hours ago that you could be released once you regained consciousness." She said.

She had assumed correctly. Judging by her response, he knew it was likely that they couldn't risk speaking freely here, even with privacy charms. She gave his hand an encouraging squeeze.

"You mentioned that the ministry showed up." Harry said. Hermione nodded as she toyed with his knuckles absently.

"Yes. The whole neighborhood was practically crawling with Aurors once they found us. Thankfully Professors McGonagall and Lupin were there to distract them from why padfoot and I were there."

"I'm in trouble, aren't I Hermione?" Harry asked, again making sure to let his voice waver a bit as he spoke.

Hermione's eyebrows lifted in response to his question.

"For using magic?" She asked. He nodded. "As far as anyone has told us, no."

Harry gaped at her.

"I blew up the bloody house and cast the patronus is full view of a muggle and I'm not in any trouble?" He asked her, flabbergasted.

"There's more to it than that, Harry." She said. "The Aurors could tell that you used the blasting hex to try and repel the dementor. And you had… you had just seen something terrible happen to a relative, so your magic reacted. You were just defending yourself." She told him. "Same with casting the patronus."

"So they're not going to kick me out of school?"

"Not that we've heard. Even underage wizards can defend themselves if their lives are at stake." Hermione said. "But I think I did hear Mr. Weasley mention something about a possible inquiry by the ministry." She added, giving him a meaningful look.

Harry sat back for a moment, processing what she'd told him. There wouldn't be a trial? That had been a large part of this summer previously. Why had that changed? Was it because there had been another witch as a witness to the dementor attack, instead of the squib Mrs. Figg? Even as a muggleborn, the ministry would have to at least give some credit to Hermione's testimony.

"Why would there be an inquiry?" He asked after a moment. In answer, Hermione reached down and pulled a newspaper from her bag beside the bed.

"You should probably read this." She said, handing it to him.

Harry gave her a quizzical look but took the paper from her. Her own expression left no room for argument, so Harry glanced down at it. It was the Daily Prophet from the two days prior, and his jaw dropped at the headline.

DEMENTORS ESCAPED! TERROR IN SURREY!

Terror is sweeping across the country. Last night, the unthinkable happened when the Ministry of Magic issued a nationwide warning to alert the public to an escape from Azkaban prison. Not of prisoners, but of their nightmarish guards. Yes. You read that correctly. Dementors have escaped from Azkaban! Preliminary estimates by Ministry officials put the number of missing Dementors at nearly a hundred. The demons descended unto an unsuspecting Muggle town near Surrey, and have already been credited with slews of attacks, including two confirmed kissings and one death from exposure.

Harry swore loudly as he looked up at Hermione. No wonder they weren't pressing charges against him, the entire country must be in an uproar.

"It goes on to speculate if the escape is related to you and Dumbledore claiming You-Know-Who is back." Hermione said. She pulled up another piece of paper, this one just a single page. "Read this too." She said. Harry took it, noting the article was the front page from this morning.

CORRUPTION IN THE MINISTRY!

Reports have now surfaced that the deadly Dementor outbreak that began two days ago may have been planned, not by a dark wizard, but by someone within the Ministry of Magic itself! This bombshell report comes just days after the escape, as well as unconfirmed reports that Harry Potter himself was a victim in one of the attacks that led to a muggle being kissed and another being hospitalized at St. Mungo's for exposure. The report comes from an unnamed source within the Ministry, who claims that the only way for that many Dementors to leave the island and not be seen was for a Ministry official to be involved. While the Minister has remained unreachable as he deals with the crisis, Undersecretary Umbridge gave this impassioned statement to the press: "This type of lawlessness and corruption will not be tolerated, and while the reports of a Ministry official being involved have yet to be substantiated, an investigation will immediately be launched. If such corruption is found: IT WILL DEALT WITH!"

Madame Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, echoed Undersecretary Umbridge's sentiments, adding that the DMLE has already begun its own inquiry into the event. Neither would comment on the reports of Harry Potter being involved.

This event has come at a dire time for the administration, as approval ratings for the Minister and his staff are at an all time low, and there are growing rumbles of corruption in the hallowed halls of our Ministry.

As of now, less than a dozen of the missing Dementors have been captured.

"That explains it, then." Harry said, running his hand through his hair. "They've got enough to deal with."

"Quite." Hermione said.

He couldn't help the savage sense of satisfaction he felt. Let the Ministry run itself ragged trying to find the missing Dementors. Harry knew they never would, and it would serve as a wonderful distraction for the public while they did their work. Still, it surprised him that some of the foul things had managed to escape his wrath. He'd known of the two in the alley, but others must've survived or gotten clear before he'd released the spell. He felt some guilt, but only that he hadn't destroyed them all.

He sighed heavily, shoulders dropping as his eyes grew heavy. He was still weak from exhausting all of his magic, and he knew he would need to sleep again soon. Hermione bunched up some pillows behind his back so he could lay back against them and rest. He smiled at her, which she returned sweetly.

They would have to talk privately and in depth soon, but for now he knew he could rest with her watching over him.

Several hours later, Harry Potter awoke to an empty room. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the rapidly darkening room. The lamp on his beside table had been turned off, and so had the main light for the room. The only sound was the soft rain pelting the window. Harry propped himself up onto his elbows and stared blankly out the empty window, trying to process everything he'd been told earlier.

His aunt and uncle were gone, and Dudley… He wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of himself felt they deserved far worse, but another still felt responsible. It was maddening. He'd wanted revenge. He wanted them to suffer for what they'd done to him as a child, but to have things end the way they had… suffice to say that hadn't been what he had planned.

With a grimace Harry decided to bury his feelings for now. He would sort himself out later. First, he needed to get a handle on the current situation. He was about to rise from the bed and head to the bathroom when the door to his room burst open.

"HARRY!" Mrs. Weasley crowed as she barreled into the room like a freight train. The room suddenly grew brighter as she entered, and he squinted at the light.

Harry bristled at the sight of her but managed to keep his expression neutral enough.

She was followed into the formerly peaceful room by Ron and Ginny, the latter of whom looked ready to throw herself at him.

"Oh Harry! We were so worried!" Ginny said as she came to his side. She reached for his hand but Harry moved away quickly, shifting his position to cover the movement. Her expression soured for the briefest instant before the sickly sweet smile returned.

"Alright, mate?" Ron asked from the end of the bed. Mrs. Weasley had come around the other side and was currently fluffing pillows for Harry to sit up against.

"Steady enough, I suppose." Harry replied dryly as he relaxed against the pillows. "where's Hermione?"

"Down at the café with Snuffles." Ron replied. Before, Harry might not have noticed the slightly defensive tone or flash of irritation on Ron's face when he would speak about Hermione, but he certainly noticed it now. It made his blood boil. Did the buffoon actually think Harry didn't have the right to speak about her?

"I didn't think she'd ever leave." Ginny said quietly, her tone dismissive. Harry glanced at her briefly before looking back to Ron.

"When can I get out of here?" He asked, pointedly ignoring Ginny's comment and her pouting expression.

"Just a few more things to tidy up dear, then we'll be off." Mrs. Weasley said cheerily. "Arthur is getting things sorted with the Ministry officials and the mediwitches should be in shortly to perform a final checkup."

"Brilliant." Harry scoffed. He leaned back and closed his eyes, feigning still being tired to give himself a moment to think.

Merlin, he felt for Hermione now. He'd only been around them for a few minutes, and he was ready to hex them all to bits. How she'd managed Grimmauld by herself he had no idea.

As if on cue, Hermione strode into the room, the large black dog following closely at her heels. The only acknowledgement anyone in the room gave her was a pining glance from Ron, which she pointedly ignored. Instead, she flashed Harry a brilliant smile, which he returned eagerly.

"I smuggled some biscuits up for you." She said, holding up a small paper bag.

"Wicked." Harry said, reaching out for them.

"Oh, none of those dear." Mrs. Weasley said, reaching out to intercept them. She would've succeeded, if the large black dog hadn't picked that moment to come surging up between Hermione and Mrs. Weasley and jump up onto Harry's bed. Molly squawked wretchedly and raised her hand to swat at him but stopped when a short, low growl emitted from him. She stepped back as if burned, and snuffles continued to stare at her until she made shuffled off, busying herself with gathering the few things in the room that were Harry's and muttering darkly under her breath.

Harry grinned at his godfather and reached over, scratching his ear. Snuffles barked jovially.

The two hours or so had passed painfully slowly for everyone involved, much less the two teens. Harry had found that Hermione was surprisingly adept at faking conversations with Ron and the other Weasleys, at least when she was included. Harry had let her take the lead most of the time, discussing school, the weather, and other such innocuous things as they waited. Finally, Mr. Weasley had come in, grinning at Harry and clapping him on the back. Shortly thereafter Harry was up and dressed, and they'd taken him back to Grimmauld Place.

His entrance was eerily similar to the last time, with a similar note from Dumbledore and instead of Tonks knocking over the troll leg, it had been Ron. The portrait started screaming right on cue, and Harry was hurried up stairs to the room he was given. To his surprise, he was awarded his own room since he was still recovering. When she'd shown him to his room Mrs. Weasley seemed oddly irritable, and Harry looked over to Hermione, who only smiled.

Harry had been exhausted, so he'd taken Molly's suggestion to rest without argument.

"We'll send some supper up for you." Molly had told him. "You just rest."

"Don't worry pup." Sirius had said from the doorway behind her. "I'm sure you have questions, but we're in no hurry. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Or not at all!" Molly mumble scathingly, giving Sirius a pointed look. He only grinned at her and winked at Harry.

Finally, the adults had left, and it was the once golden trio alone again in the room. There was a long, awkward silence as Harry sat on the edge of his bed, Hermione in the chair at the simple desk and Ron leaned against the door frame.

"Bit of a come up from the Dursley's, I expect." Ron said, attempting to break the ice. In any other situation Harry might've laughed, but he only scoffed bitterly.

"I suppose so." He said as he lay out on the bed, resting an arm over his eyes. Hermione tried not to let her irritation show. Ronald never was able to be tactful, and now that she knew the truth of him it made her blood boil even more.

"We'll just let you get some sleep then." Ron said awkwardly, knowing he'd made a mistake. He turned to leave and looked over to Hermione. "Come on Hermione." He said, nodding to the door.

"I'll check on you in a bit." Hermione said pointedly. She followed Ron from the room, and Harry was left to himself again. Thankfully, he was so tired he dozed off before his paranoia could kick in. As he drifted, he couldn't help but compare his arrival to his godfather's home in this timeline versus the last. It was certainly quieter this time.

He awoke much later; the sky outside was black and the rain was coming down much harder than before, the glass rattling slightly in the windowpane. The door to his room opened and Harry had to fight the urge to go for his wand. He did tense up, but relaxed when he saw it was Hermione.

She was carrying a tray of food, but Harry could care less about that. She looked positively radiant to him. She had tied her mane of brown hair back into a haphazard ponytail and was wearing a simple blue jumper and jeans. In that moment the reality of how close he'd come to never seeing her again hit him, and he felt a tightness in his chest. In that moment, she'd never been more breathtaking to him.

Hermione carried the tray over and gently set it down on the desk. Harry opened his mouth to speak but she raised a hand, silencing him. She pulled out her wand and cast a silencing charm as well as a privacy charm. He'd sat up now, looking at her quizzically as he swung his legs off the bed.

"There we are." She said triumphantly. "Now we can talk, extendable ears be damned." She turned to him and crossed the room in a flash. Before he knew what was happening, she was upon him, fingers fisted into his dark hair as she kissed him, hard and needily. Harry groaned into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her midsection as he pulled her as close as he could without bringing her down on top of him. Merlin, he'd missed the feeling of her flush against him.

Hermione didn't pull back until she absolutely had too, so when they broke apart both of them were panting softly. Once more she held him to her chest. Her hair fell around him like a curtain, shielding him from the world.

"I was so scared Harry." She whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Harry knew full well that she wasn't just talking about him being attacked.

"I know." Harry said softly, stroking her back. "I'm sorry Moine."

"When I saw you in that alley…" She said, trailing off.

"I know. But I'm safe, and I'm here with you now." He said, pulling back to meet her eyes. "You saved my life again." He told her.

"You'd think I'd have a tab going." Hermione said, trying to laugh around her tears and only succeeding in hiccupping cutely. "I'm sorry." She told him after a moment, wiping away her tears. They stayed like that for a few moments before she pulled away, having regained her composure. A comfortable silence fell as Harry held onto her, until finally he spoke.

"Does it get easier?" He asked softly, unable to meet her eyes.

She knew what he meant.

"Not really." She said, running her fingers through his hair gently. "You get used to it, but I don't think it's any easier."

"It just…" Harry began, his voice cracking a bit. "It feels so normal, being here. Being with them. Even though I know what they're really doing, I can't help but…"

"Shh, Harry." She said soothingly, pulling him to her again. "I know."

"They were the only family I… and now the Dursleys…" Harry whispered.

Hermione didn't speak, knowing he need to get this out. Instead, she held him, whispering to him soothingly as Harry released the emotions he'd been burying. It was slow at first, just a few tears, then built into a flood as his young body was racked with sobs, his shoulder buckling.

Hermione held onto her lover as he wept. She knew the storm he was feeling well, as it had been building in her own heart since she'd left him. Still, Harry was always more attached to the Weasleys than she was, so she knew how hard this was for him.

After a while he calmed, lifting his head up and fisting away his tears.

"Sorry." He mumbled blearily.

"No need to apologize Harry." She said softly, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

"I'm surprised nobody else came up with you." Harry said after a moment.

"Oh, you can thank Sirius for that." Hermione said with a smile. "He's keeping everyone distracted for a bit so we could talk."

Harry grinned at that.

"Do I want to know?"

His question was punctuated by a loud crash from downstairs, followed by the screaming portrait.

"Probably not." She said dryly. "That's the signal that our time is up." She added, standing. She bent over and gave him one last long, lingering kiss before she moved towards the door. "We'll talk some with the others tomorrow. And we'll have our own talk after once you're up to speed. We've a lot to discuss."

Harry was moving over to the desk to eat his food when he turned back towards her, noticing her hardening tone at the last bit.

To his surprise, Hermione was glaring at him.

"Like graveyards."

"I love you."

"I know." Hermione told him as she spun on her heal and left the room, brown hair whipping behind her as she went.

Harry sighed as he sank into the chair.

He was in trouble.

A/N- Hello everyone! I know this update has been much more recent than my last few. I'm trying to get more consistency there. Hopefully everyone enjoyed the chapter, and it answered any lingering questions from part one. This chapter was meant to give our duo some time to recover, and to show how easily the Weasleys can be deceitful. Also, I was not ready for how much I love writing Sirius.

Part two has begun, and I'm excited for it! Next time, the two face the order together for the first time. As always reviews are appreciated.