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Sirius couldn't have been prouder of Hermione. Despite Harry's behavior, she had managed not to shout at him when she left the building, settling instead on a mumbled, "she wants to see you" and strolling out. She had handled herself with grace, and kept her cool when most would have panicked. It was as if she had regained confidence in herself, and was well on her way to finding eudaimonia.

His glow intensified. If she was well on her way to finding eudaimonia, then he was well on his way of getting into heaven! There was no way he wouldn't have a few centuries taken off his Purgatory time if she now had the confidence to hold her head up high despite such awful circumstances! He could finally enjoy heaven while Severus…

Was broken because he was no longer with his beloved Hermione, and she was just as heartbroken from the separation.

He turned dark blue as he followed her down the crimson hallway. As much as he wanted to go to heaven, he no longer wanted to do it at Severus and Hermione's expense.

When had he started caring about Severus' feelings?

Hermione stepped outside, into the sunlight. A few birds chirped as they flew above the gray buildings. She took a deep breath before relaxing.

Was there any way for Hermione and Severus to be together without her dying? Could Sirius help make that happen? Would the Trinity ever allow them together on this earth, or would they say a thousand years was like a day and leave it at that.

"You!"

Sirius' glow went white and dulled.

"You!" The voice grew nearer. "You need to help me!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow as the stranger approached her.

"Stay away from her!" Sirius yelled. "You have no right to be near her."

The intruder glowered at him until he went white and wilted.

"Go away," the intruder growled.

"You, you can't hurt her," Sirius argued.

"Go away before I tell the Trinity you are fooling around instead of working."

Sirius stared at him before his glow turned red. "We'll see how the Trinity reacts to you being here."

With that, Sirius disappeared. He wasn't fool enough to take on Metatron alone.

Hermione stopped and turned around when she heard her name called once more. A man approached her, his eyes aflame with a purpose. His hands were balled into fists as he scowled.

"I need your help, and I need it now," he demanded.

She pointed to herself.

"Yes, you." He spoke to her as if she was daft.

Hermione glanced around. Upon seeing that nobody else was present, she took a deep breath. If she was lucky this would be a small favor, or this man would take the hint and leave.

"You need to help me."

"How can I help you?"

"I need a new bottle of tequila and a cup nobody has ever taken a sip from."

She didn't know which she found odder; the bottle of tequila, the pristine cup, or his overall demeanor. Everything from his red suit to his well kept hair screamed high price attorney who needed no help from anyone. She would be lying if she said she didn't find him at least somewhat appealing though. Perhaps that's why she wanted to stay and hear him out.

"Did you not hear me?" He demanded.

"I heard you," she drawled. "You want tequila and a glass nobody has drunk from."

"Yes, and I need them both within the next twelve hours."

"Twelve hours?"

"Yes, I'll be too busy to get them myself after that timeframe."

She continued to examine him. Unlike most people who scurried about Hogsmeade demanding liquor, there was no scent of alcohol on his breath or any smudge on his body. The time frame was odd as well. Why twelve hours? What was so pressing in thirteen hours?

"Can you please help me?" His voice was softer.

"Perhaps," She replied. "But first I must ask; why do you need a bottle of tequila and a glass?"

"It can't be just any glass. I need a glass nobody has drunk from."

"Fine, a glass nobody has drunk from. Why do you need either?"

He tapped his foot and glanced up at the sky. Then he shook his head. "I very much like the taste of tequila and would like a bottle for my enjoyment, as well as my friend's."

"No offense sir, but you look like you have more than enough galleons to buy a bottle for yourself."

"I, uh misplaced my wallet."

"What about your friend? Don't they have money?"

"No, and she doesn't have time to get money either."

"If you need the bottle of tequila within twelve hours surely you can find it within that time frame."

"My wallet is too far away for me to just get."

"Did you leave it somewhere?" A black horse and buggy passed by on the cobblestone street.

"Yes," he admitted. "It's in a place I can't reach at the moment."

"Shouldn't you be at Grignotts trying to replace your lost funds then?"

"I don't have an account."

"Why not?"

"I'm from another place so I haven't set one up yet."

"You might want to ask them about accessing your other bank account. They could help with that," she suggested.

"That isn't an option."

"Why not?"

"It is a very long story, one you would take little interest in."

If Hermione was honest with herself, she had no idea why she was continuing this conversation. Perhaps she was curious as to the reasons behind these strange requests, or perhaps the man had a charisma she couldn't help but appreciate. The fact that he looked like Severus and had a similar voice worked in his favor.

"Listen, I know this all sounds bizarre, but I promise it is for a good cause," he wasn't pleading, but the fire of defiance had died in his eyes.

"What cause would that be exactly?"

The man's posture was less straight, but he did not sigh as Hermione would expect someone to do in his situation. This encounter was only getting stranger…

"I...er, my friend, is very irate with me over something stupid I did. The only way to make it up to her is to buy this bottle of tequila and a glass nobody has drunk from."

"Did she ask for tequila? It seems like the last thing you should bring into this equation is alcohol."

"Yes, she asked for it specifically," he gave her a wistful smile. "She's never had it, but has heard me mention it in passing a few times. After awhile she requested it, and who am I to deny her anything?"

Hermione decided not to ask why she couldn't get her own bottle.

"She wants it in a glass only she's drunk from because it will show that I made an effort to win her back. Not to mention she prefers things clean."

Hermione blinked. She could've sworn she saw him glow. The moment passed. Perhaps she was hanging out with a certain spirit for too long.

"Please." His eyes were softer, but his posture straighter. "If you can do me this small favor, I promise to repay the favor in a great way."

"How?" She asked.

"I'll find a way," he promised.

Hermione stared at him. Nothing about this situation made sense. If he was anyone else, she would have walked away. Still, there was something trustworthy about this man, something which made her want to help him, as inadvisable as it might be.

"Will you help me?" He asked.

"I suppose." She exhaled. "I have another hour before I need to get back to work."

A smile crept across his face.

"There's a liquor store a few blocks from here. If you follow me, we can get her the best I can afford."

"Oh thank you." She swore she saw him glow again. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"It's no problem Mr…."

"Enoch." He extended his hand. "Mr. Michael Enoch."

"I'm Hermione Granger." She took his hand and shook it.

"Yes, I know." He muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing." He withdrew his hand from her. "Why don't we get my tequila now?"

"Yes, let's," Hermione answered, wondering how she could be so at peace after the day she'd just had.