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SHATTER ME

Chapter 7

Hermione stared at the book propped on her lap, trying to ignore the quiet conversation around her. She knew that she was no longer absorbing the words on the text book. Hermione had spent another two weeks in St Mungo's recovering from the shock her body went through trying to pass through the magical barrier at Kings Cross station. Tears leaked from her eyes and she snapped shut the book automatically to avoid them falling and smudging the pages. The sound of the book shutting stopped the quiet conversation around her for a moment before continuing.

A black handkerchief was handed to her by the person on her right. Sirius watched as she grieved silently for her family. She had been extremely grateful to his support as she struggled with her grief and healing enough to be moved to a safer location. He was also one of the few in the Order whom tried to advocate in allowing her to attend her parent's funeral. Remus and Tonks were also sitting across from her. They were part of several in the Order to act as her guard to move Hermione to a safe house. One of Voldemort's agents had tried to infiltrate to her ward, and even the healers felt it was best that she be moved to avoid the risk of the other patients.

They were currently waiting on a signal to go ahead. It was going to be difficult as they had wanted to use Polyjuice. Yet it had to be dismissed for Hermione could not risk it. So instead she had to wear a dark veil to cover her. Tonks was sitting in another wheelchair to play as one of the decoys. She was chosen as she could easily morph to look like Hermione. Sirius and Remus were to use Polyjuice to transform into two different muggles.

Hermione frowned as she thought of the risk these volunteers were willing to risk for her person. She had tried to argue that she was not important to have this kind of attention. That had resulted in Sirius yelling himself hoarse at her, because not only were her parents murdered; You-Know-Who had personally done it himself. Something that hadn't happened so publicly since Harry's own parents were killed. It did not help that Harry and Ron had sent owls as well with the same words Sirius had echoed. Ginny on the other hand had pointed out that she then had the opportunity to spend more time with a certain Animagus now she that going to be having him as one of her tutors and carer. Hermione was torn between wanting to strangle the redheaded witch or agree with her.

"You are sulking again Hermione." Sirius commented dryly. He had been watching her as they waited in her hospital room, smirked as her thoughts changed and he guessed where they were quite accurately. As much as Sirius had yelled at her for her not willing to risk anyone's lives for hers, Hermione was also extremely vocal when Professor Dumbledore visited and advised her of the new arrangements of her care. He took her protests with some amusement, and then asked her if she wanted to do sixth year next September or study it remotely with Sirius and Remus who both kindly offered. Sirius had to admire Hermione realising the trap Albus put her in, because everyone knew there was no way she was going to choose to fall behind.

"I do not sulk." Hermione sniffed and straightened her back, lifting the borrowed handkerchief to demurely wipe her eyes. Before Sirius could rebuttal, a patronus passed through the door, signalling that it was time to move. Remus nodded to Sirius and they downed the cups of Polyjuice they were nursing as Tonks and Hermione dropped the dark veils over themselves. Sirius opened the door and let Remus who now looked like a Tall slender balding man push the chair out with Tonks.

Sirius, who now looked like he could have been a member of the Weasley family, waited till they reached the end of the hallway before turning to Hermione, "Ready?" Sirius asked snapping her from her thoughts. She looked up nodding; letting him push the chair forwards pushing Hermione out of the room. They had made it to the foyer when they noticed their first death eater, trying and failing to blend in. He was looking at the now four sets of people in wheelchairs all covered in veils being pushed by different people. It was clear he was only assigned to be lookout for her, and not willing to risk harming her. Hermione didn't realise she was holding her breath until she was bundled into a muggle taxi and it drove off. Three other taxi's followed before they all turned different directions.

Sirius took her hand and squeezed it gently. They knew that their taxis would be followed so at varying places they needed to swap transports. Hermione and Sirius's taxi pulled into a car-park in a shopping centre and hurried to a van. Then they stopped under a bridge and changed to another car this time driven by Sirius. Hermione noticed they had left London properly.

"We aren't going to Grimmauld Place?" She asked quietly as Sirius took a turn off the highway; they had left London behind an hour ago. Sirius shook his head as they drove onwards checking behind to make sure they weren't followed.

"No. There is too much magic in that house. Too much dark magic at any rate. We are going somewhere I used to live a very long time ago." He glanced at her. She had pulled off the veil when they got into the van. Hermione had her wand in her hand only to use as a precaution. Sirius took another turn and slowed as they reached their destination.

He flicked his wand at the garage door and it opened out. He pulled into the parking space and the garage closed behind them. Sirius stared at the garage he had not seen in several years. Remus and Sirius were the only two that were to know the end location of where Hermione would stay, until she had arrived safely. As far as they knew the Terrace house in Coventry was the only place both of them knew. It also only had protective spells around it. The only magic that lingered in the house was the door handles on the ground floor. It also happened to be in Hermione's name, but she didn't know that. And both agreed to keep it that way, even from Dumbledore.

"Home" Sirius said softly. His features had returned back to normal. Sirius climbed out and helped Hermione out of the car. They walked from the garage straight into a kitchen. The kitchen had been cleaned and everything appeared new.

"It's lovely Sirius." Hermione said taking in the surroundings. Sirius smirked and said nothing as he turned the door handle and opened it to the library. Hermione's eyes lit up at the tall shelves filled with books. She grabbed the wheels on the chair and pushed herself into the room to inspect the shelves. Sirius chuckled and went back to the kitchen to make tea for them while awaiting the others to arrive, via the fireplace at Grimmauld place.

He was pouring hot water into the teapot when he heard a thump and Hermione berating herself loudly. Sirius rushed out and saw the wheel chair on its side and Hermione on the floor trying to get up.

"I would ask why you didn't ask me to help, but you seem to insist on doing everything yourself." He scolded as he strode across the room and picked her up from the ground, allowing her to find her feet.

"I will be so glad when I can walk properly again!" She fumed as Sirius walked her to the sofa.

"Actually I will be happy when I can use magic without feeling like I was hit by a truck!" Hermione huffed. She squeaked in pain when Sirius's hand tightened on her arm. The look of fury on his face stopped her protests.

"Hermione. Do not ever say that again." His voice was like ice. Making sure she was in the chair he stormed away into the kitchen. Hermione jumped when the sounds of crockery began breaking in the other room.

The flames in the fireplace whooshed and Remus stepped out followed by Tonks who had returned her hair back to its original bubblegum pink colour she favoured.

"Wotcher, Hermione." Tonks greeted Hermione, her grin fell when she heard something shatter. Remus looked towards the kitchen then focused his gaze back on Hermione.

"Hermione, what happened?" He asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why is it that you assume that I am at fault he decides to throw a tantrum? Go ask him, because I don't know!" Hermione snapped, hurt tears brimming in her eyes. Tonks shot Remus a look and sat next to Hermione putting an arm around her.

Remus found Sirius drinking on the floor in the Kitchen surrounded by shattered crockery. Sighing he flicked his wand and the shattered dishes zoomed back together and restacked themselves in the open cabinets. Sirius glared at Remus, as he slid down to the floor beside his friend. Reluctantly Sirius offered the bottle to him.

"What happened?" Remus asked, shaking his head at the offered bottle. Sirius laughed darkly and took another long swig before responding.

"Apparently it feels like she gets hit by a truck when she tries magic. A fucking truck." Sirius spat, grabbing one of the plates sitting in the cupboard next to him and flinging it against the wall opposite. Remus sat there stunned. Sirius offered the bottle again and this time Remus took it, drinking deeply.

"And of course we can't say what we know." Sirius grieved; his face a mask of sorrow. They sat in silence for several minutes.

"I remember everything Moony. From when I was five, at Christmas, my seventeenth birthday and waking up to the best fucking present in the world, that night babysitting Harry. I remember every time, every moment; especially that night. I thought I lost her that night." Sirius unloaded to Remus, who also had his own memories vivid in his mind about the girl in the next room.

They sat in silence sharing the bottle of fire whiskey between them. They had volunteered to help Hermione recover. They volunteered knowing if she did start to remember they would help her. Remus checked his watched and sighed heavily.

"We better move, I would say everyone is assembled." Remus handed the bottle back to Sirius and stood up, offering his oldest friend a hand up.

"Do you want me to go get her?" Remus asked. Sirius shook his head.

"No just give me five minutes." Sirius said setting the empty bottle on the counter. Remus walked back out to Tonks and Hermione. He sighed inwardly noting that Hermione's temper had cooled. She now looked at Remus concerned.

"Is Sirius OK?" She asked. Remus nodded.

"He will be. He had a friend that was in an accident. A truck collision." Remus explained, "When she came back into the world, she wasn't quite the same."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Hermione frowned, understanding the choice of words affecting him in such a way.

"Don't be. You didn't know and he did as you say, have a tantrum." He smirked. Hermione's lips pulled into a reluctant smile in return.

"Sirius has always been overdramatic Hermione. Or so I'm told anyway." Tonks grinned at Remus.

"Unfortunately we need to go." Remus said, looking at Tonks.

"Oh right, yes! Another appointment." Tonks squeezed Hermione's hand. "We will see you very soon ok." Hermione nodded, as they bid their farewells, shutting the door to the kitchen as they left. Hermione looked over to her wheel chair and sighed, knowing she was going to have to wait for him to come out and help her. She groaned at the thought of the physical proximity of being near Sirius. It wasn't helping her silly feelings and the attraction she felt each time he picked her up or held her or touch her. Yet she felt like there was a hook in her stomach pulling it and releasing butterflies each time he was around her. Not only that, she felt like all her dreams these days had him as the main star in them.

Sirius walked in, and crossed the room with such grace Hermione immediately felt the hook pull at her stomach the closer he got to her. Hermione wanted to look away, but could not until she took in his appearance. His fit build that had filled out properly since he was able to have decent meals, shown in the slight tightness of his shirt across his chest and shoulders; the angles of his face like they were carved from stone, softened by his close trimmed goatee.

Hermione finally looked down at her hands before she could look at his storm grey eyes, afraid he might see her infatuation. She felt Sirius sit in the place Tonks had vacated and took her hands into his.

"Hermione," He paused, all of a sudden unsure what he was going to say.

"I'm sorry." Hermione beat him to it. "Remus told me about your friend and her accident." Hermione said finally looking into his face.

"Please believe me that if I knew, Sirius, I would never have said that." Sirius looked at her face, her earnest pleading look. He groaned and pulled her into a hug.

"What? Sirius!" Hermione protested, trying to pull away.

"Consider this me accepting your apology." Sirius chuckled and reluctantly released her. Hermione huffed, blushing slightly at the sudden affection. She didn't have time to think when Sirius stood and picked her up off the couch.

"Come on. I still have to show you the rest of the accommodations." He said as he set her back into the wheelchair. He pushed her back to the kitchen and explained to her about the door handle, turning it to one of the four directions; she could access the library she was just in, a study, a lounge and lastly a huge ballroom.

Sirius clicked it over to the ballroom and opened the door and pushed her into the room. The room upon entering was dark and lights came on, and Hermione found herself face to face with a small crowd of people all shouting "Happy Birthday!"

There was a banner and streamers from the ceiling, and balloons of every colour and shape. The decorations were the courtesy of Fred and George, their latest in their merchandise; they were also two of the loudest guests in the room when Hermione was wheeled in. Hermione looked around at the small gathering seeing Molly and Arthur Weasley, Bill and Fleur as well as Tonks and Remus, both stepped forwards arm in arm

"Told you we would see you soon!" She grinned at the young witch, who was stunned by the surprise. Sirius pushed her forwards, further into the room. Leaning down to whisper, "Happy Birthday Hermione" Hermione felt her cheeks tinge pink as she felt his breath on her skin as he whispered to her.

A large pile of presents were piled on a small table and another table had a birthday cake, made by Mrs Weasley with candles burning brightly above the frosting. Sirius stopped her before the cake and stepped around joining in with everyone singing her a happy birthday. Something flashed in her eyes and she realised that George had taken a photo with a very new Polaroid camera.

Everyone finished the song waiting for her to blow out the candles, but all Hermione could think about was that this was her first birthday and her parents were not there for it, in any sense. Hermione grabbed the wheels and pushed herself back tears filling her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I- I can't." She gasped as she turned the chair and fled as fast as she could wheel herself out of the room, leaving behind the small group.

"Well that is a little bit awkward." George broke the silence, lowering the camera.

"She didn't even try to blow out the candles!" Fred said, disappointed.

"Poor dear. I should go check on her." Molly said, and hurried out of the room. Hermione had escaped to the study. Molly found her sitting by the window staring out weeping silently.

"Oh my dear girl, you have been through so much." Mrs Weasley said sadly enveloping her in a hug. Hermione's sobs renewed crying out the sorrow of everything that was missing on her birthday. When her sobs slowed Molly pulled away and handed her a handkerchief.

"Thank you for the cake Mrs Weasley. It's lovely." Hermione gave the older witch a watery smile as she wiped her eyes.

"It's no problem dear. Do you think you will be ready to go back in?" Mrs Weasley kindly asked. Hermione took a steadying breath and nodded, letting her push her back to the ballroom.

The others were all enjoying a piece of Molly's raspberry and white chocolate swirl cake. There were two pieces set aside for Molly and Hermione. Sirius handed them over to the two witches; Hermione's slice had a candle in it burning.

"You still need to make a wish." He said, smirking slightly. Hermione rolled her eyes, and blew out the candle.

"So, Hermione, what did you wish for?" Fred asked appearing beside Sirius, George on the other.

"Did you wish for one extremely handsome man?" George asked, winking at her.

"Or two extremely handsome men?" Fred asked smiling broadly and winking at her as well. Hermione dimpled trying not to laugh at Sirius's sour expression.

"Isn't it bad luck to say what you wished for?" She asked, a smile pulling on her lips despite herself.

"It definitely is." Sirius grouched.

"It's a shame you didn't get to cut the cake Hermione," Fred continued.

"Yeah we missed out on the potential birthday kiss from the birthday girl!" George said dramatically. Hermione raised an eye brow at the twins as she picked at her cake.

"Who said it would be one of you two that I'd kiss?" She asked demurely taking a bite of her cake.

"Hermione, considering there are presently only three bachelors in the room; that would mean your only other available choice would be Sirius." Remus spoke up, joining in the conversation.

"Does that mean you and Tonks are officially an item?" Hermione looked up at Remus, her eyes lighting up. Even Sirius grudgingly had to admire her tact at changing topics to avoid answering.

"You betcha!" Tonks said; putting an arm around Remus and planting a kiss on his cheek. Remus flushed slightly at the open display of affection.

"Hey! You never asked permission to date!" Sirius said, scandalised.

"What Remus has to ask you permission to date me?" Tonks asked disdainfully.

"No. You were meant to ask my permission to date Moony!" Sirius smirked. Everyone burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the moment.

Soon after the cake was eaten, people began to say their goodbyes. Bill and Fleur left first, Fleur kissing Hermione on each cheek, as well as extracting a promise to go on a shopping trip with her when she became more mobile. Mr and Mrs Weasley followed shortly after, Mrs Weasley giving Hermione another hug.

"If you need anything, anything at all send me an owl and I will be here for you alright?" Mrs Weasley said.

"Thanks Mrs Weasley." Hermione replied politely as they left. Fred and George had cornered Sirius to discuss business and expansion. Hermione took this moment as her chance to leave and began to slowly wheel herself out of the room. She was stopped at the door.

"Where are you going?" George said, holding her chair.

"You cannot leave a giant pile of presents unopened on your birthday!" George turned her chair around and pushed her in front of the gifts, and stood waiting for her to pick up her first present.

"Are you really going to watch me unwrap each gift?" Hermione asked with narrowed eyes. George just grinned and nodded for her to begin opening her presents. Most of them were books, ranging from muggle novels, to advanced magical textbooks; including one regarding how to become an animagus, from Remus. He had also included an Encyclopaedia on animals. Hermione snorted as she set them with the growing pile of books, at the not so subtle suggestion. She also received from Fleur a how-to guide on hair and makeup with witchcraft, as well as a lovely dress Hermione knew must have come from a designer in France.

Hermione had received cards and gifts from those that were unable to come, mainly all her friends at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had pitched in together and bought her a photo album. There were already photos in it, some she could tell were courtesy of Colin Creevy, and most recent were several Polaroids.

"These should fill that up a little more!" Fred appeared over her shoulder and dropped a small pile of Polaroids he had taken at the party. Hermione looked through them seeing her and her initial reaction to the party, quite a few of the twins posing at the camera, as well as all the people who came.

"Oh you will probably want this as well." George added, handing the camera over as well, their present to her.

"Thanks boys. They are really sweet." Hermione smiled up at the twins.

"Boys. You hear that Freddy, she called us boys." George put his hand over his heart as if wounded.

"You are boys." Sirius snorted. Watching as Hermione unwrapped a makeup kit from Ginny and Luna, and a miniature set of glass winged unicorns from Hagrid, that moved and flew around like the real ones. Lastly she picked up Sirius's present. Inside the wrappings were two jewellery boxes, opening the first was a locket and the second was a gold bracelet watch.

"Sirius, this is too much!" Hermione looked up at Sirius surprised by the gift.

"Nonsense. Today you officially come of age. I am not giving you a book for coming of age. I will be personally offended if you do not accept them. Especially the locket." Sirius said, slipping his hands into his pockets and looked at her imperiously.

Hermione looked back down at the locket, frowning as she turned it over. She opened it slowly and gasped. Tears pooled at her eyes as she looked at the images of her mother and father resting on each side of the locket. Hermione put her hand over her mouth trying to hold back a sob. She looked back up to Sirius, tears leaking out.

Three handkerchiefs appeared before her, causing her to hiccup instead. The three men before her all chuckled. Hermione politely accepted each of them, wiping her eyes.

"Well Freddy, We better be off. Thanks for the discussion Sirius. We'll be in touch once we get more details. Happy Birthday Hermione!" George nodded at Sirius and Hermione.

"Just remember Hermione, you technically owe one of us a birthday kiss!" Fred grinned leaving quickly, after his brother as Hermione scowled at his cheek.

"A smack seems more deserving." She muttered as she watched them disappear out the door.

"Well a smack could be arranged." Sirius smirked at her. His smirk broadened as she blushed at the innuendo.

"What happened with Tonks and Remus?" Hermione asked noting that they had disappeared without saying goodbye.

"Remus mentioned that you may want a cup of tea. Tonks said that he would need help." Sirius said, grinning. Hermione rolled her eyes and allowed Sirius to push her out of the ballroom. As they came into the kitchen they found Remus and Tonks, making tea, though both looked slightly dishevelled. Neither Sirius nor Hermione said anything as Sirius turned the knob on the door to open the lounge room.

Sirius settled her onto one of the lounges opposite the fireplace. He had just taken a seat when Remus and Tonks came out of the kitchen floating the tray with tea before them. Both looked suspiciously neater in appearance.

Remus poured the tea and handed it out to everyone before settling onto the couch next to Tonks.

"No troubles?" Sirius asked about the decoy to get Hermione safely to the Terrace House. He called in a bottle of fire whiskey pouring it into his tea, offering it to the others.

"They followed us most of the way; lost them in the underground, only because we went past the stop near headquarters. They got off expecting us to." Remus took the bottle and added some to his own tea.

"They couldn't get back on the train before it pulled out. We disapparated between the stops. The lights had gone out in the carriage and the muggles didn't even see." Tonks grinned taking a sip of her tea, refusing the whiskey. She looked over to Hermione who was staring into her tea, a crease on her brow in deep thought. Her other hand was playing with the pendant about her neck.

"So you like the place Hermione?" Tonks interrupted Hermione's thoughts. Hermione looked up, smiling softly at Tonks.

"I've really only seen this downstairs." Hermione answered quietly, picking up her tea sipping it to join the conversation.

"Everything OK Hermione?" Remus asked.

"Yes. Just, well I am having a feeling of De-Ja-Vu." Hermione shrugged. Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance between them, knowing the full truth. They finished their tea then Tonks had to go. She gave Hermione a hug saying she would be back when she could so she could have some girly time. Hermione smiled at the pink haired witch as she stepped into the fireplace.

"Would you like a tour of the rest of the house?" Sirius asked Hermione as the green flames died away.

"That depends." Hermione answered narrowing her eyes at him slightly as she shifted on the chair.

"On what?" Sirius asked smirking at her slightly.

"Whether I get to walk on my own." Hermione said with sweet venom in her voice. Both men burst out laughing. Sirius had made it a habit to carry her if the wheel chair was not around if she needed to go anywhere. As much as Hermione insisted she could manage, Sirius was adamant that he did not mind in the slightest, which left her feeling flustered being in such close proximity to the older wizard.

Remus reached over the back of the couch and pulled out a pair of crutches, handing them over to Hermione. Hermione took them threading her arms through the loops and standing on her own. She looked up smirking at Sirius.

"Just remember the Healer said you shouldn't try stairs just yet." He crooned at her. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. She reached the opposite side of the room where there was a staircase. She glared up at it in distaste. Sirius waited as she reluctantly withdrew her arms from the crutches and handed them to Remus. Before she could draw a breath Sirius had her in his arms.

"I think you enjoy this way too much." She grumbled as they ascended the stairs. Sirius just chuckled.

"I will hex your balls if you tell anyone you have to carry me Sirius!" She snarled at him.

"Firstly it's Mr Black. Secondly, you have been told not to do magic until you are medically cleared. And Thirdly, I'm more concerned about what Molly Weasley would do to me to even consider telling someone. Your secret is safe Princess"

"Princess?" Hermione raised a brow as Remus chuckled behind them.

Sirius grinned, "Consider me your knight in shining armour, Princess."

She huffed in annoyance when she realised he wasn't putting her down, as he gave her the tour of the second floor. Hermione also discovered to her dismay that if she needed the bathroom she would need the second floor, which meant if she was on the ground floor she would need Sirius, at least until she could manage the stairs without his distracting assistance.

There were only two bedrooms, and a step ladder to the attic. He stood her up as they reached the master bedroom; he advised that would be her room. The room was large and luxurious. Along with a massive bed there was an armchair and small desk. It also had an enormous walk-in wardrobe and ensuite on the other side.

"Shouldn't I have the other room?" Hermione asked as she moved to the armchair to rest.

"Not unless you want to share with me and Sirius." Remus was leaning against a bed post. "We wouldn't mind at all." He said with a smirk that made Hermione blush.

"But this is clearly the master bedroom." Hermione persisted. "Isn't this your house?"

Both men chuckled at her. "Oh Hermione, the owner of this house would prefer you use this room." Sirius mused, watching as she tried and failed to hold back a yawn.

"Why don't we leave you to get acquainted with YOUR room. You are welcome to wear anything in the wardrobe. The person whom owns this place would not mind in the slightest." Sirius emphasised and strolled out before she could argue further.

"Just shout if you need one of us Hermione. One of us will be nearby." Remus said as he followed and quietly shut door.

Hermione looked around at the room, pausing to yawn again. Sighing she stood up and moved towards the walk-in robe that lead to the ensuite on the other side. The clothes all looked brand new. She found an entire cupboard full of pyjamas ranging from see-through camisoles to satin gowns. Finally she found a pair of flannel pyjamas and with difficulty changed. She wished she had asked Tonks to stay to help her.

Hermione collapsed onto the bed, too tired to pull the covers open before falling onto it. She pulled up the throw rug and snuggled in, falling asleep before she had finished.

Hermione was in the kitchen at Grimmauld place, cooking a large batch of pancakes. She was currently waiting for the one she had just poured into the pan to bubble. Hermione smiled at the pan, they had been the very first thing she had learned to cook at home with her mother.

Behind her on the table were large stacks she had already made, some choc chip ones, blueberry, strawberry and plain. She had already set the table and was waiting on the boys, to come down stairs. The pancake now bubbled perfectly she flipped it in the pan with a flick of her wrist; a skill that had taken many wasted pancakes to master. Her father had been extremely proud she could do it.

Behind her the unmistakable sounds of her boys grew louder. The pancake in the pan was ready so she floated it over to the others on the table as her boys came through the door in the kitchen. She gave them a quick shy smile and focused her attention to the coffee pot as both took their seats with huge grins on their faces.

Remus asked her a question regarding her own place. She didn't want to eat. Hermione should have known better by now that they could be bullies as Sirius summoned a plate and cutlery to zoom over to the table and settle in front of her. She pouted as he lifted three off his own stack Remus, who still had the jug of syrup, poured some over for her before handing to Sirius.

Hermione glared at them. She could look after herself! She had been for so long already. But they simply sat and stared impassively back at her. Hermione made a sound as she picked up her fork and sliced into the pancakes on her plate. She had decided that she found it highly frustrating being watched as she ate. They picked up their cutlery on her third bite and dug in. Both making noises of pleasure that Hermione could not help but grin; feeling pride that they loved her pancakes…

Sirius and Remus stood in the doorway listening as Hermione slept. They were both on their way to bed when they heard sounds and had knocked and opened the door.

"Take the leftovers for her Remus. She would probably appreciate the breakfast as well." Hermione's voice clear in the darkness.

"If she knows we know she does this at night and remembers any of it we are both screwed." Remus whispered as Hermione mumbled something under her breath. Sirius snorted.

"You realise Moony that these dreams are everything she has forgotten?" Sirius asked softly as Hermione turned in the bed.

"If I can change anything in time, it will be ensuring that Remus is happy." Hermione said smiling in her sleep. Remus swore softly.

"That little chit!" He growled softly. Sirius chuckled again, nodding to shut the door.

"Don't I make you happy Mr Black?" Hermione's voice was a caress through the darkness. Sirius let out a breath of air like he was punched in the chest. Remus watched his friend sadly.

"She will remember Padfoot. Love as deep as that cannot be locked away forever." He reassured him. They moved down the other end of the hallway to their shared room, leaving Hermione to continue to dream.