Sirius is a bi playboy, Hermione is mostly straight but will have run-ins with a female and a trans-female OC down the line. I am LGBT+, and reading fanfics that included characters with sexualities such as these in my youth has helped me come to terms with who I am in a healthier light. If you don't like reading characters like these, there are lots of other straight fanfictions out there, and I do hope you find what you're looking for. Kind reminder that this is a romantic, M rated fanfic, and will be written as such. Love y'all 3
The walls of the once grand castle that they called home were crumbling in on each other. Bodies lay strewn about on the floor, with sightless eyes that stared into whatever came after death.
Curses and hexes, flew from every corner of the room, leaving none safe and unscathed. Hermione saw, in her peripheral vision the body of Colin Creevey in a pool of scarlet. Her breath hitched but her spells never slowed in speed, blocking attacks from every angle and shooting shots at every black mask and robe she could see.
"Ginny, be careful!" Hermione called out to her friend, as the ginger was in an intense duel with Bellatrix. Time suddenly slowed down as Hermione saw a sneak attack spell being cast by Bellatrix. A spell Ginny hadn't seen. She was close enough, she'd make it. The decision was made in an instant. She ran and she jumped and-
She woke up, in the infirmary. It was cleaner. Brighter.
A woman dressed in the same outfit Madam Pomfrey usually wore walked by, and noticed Hermione was sitting up.
"Oh dear girl, let me help you." She fussed, rushing over and fluffing up the pillows behind her so she could sit up comfortably, before Hermione reached to grab her shoulders, but finding that her hands couldn't move much past the edge of her cot.
"Just a precaution dear, just for now as the Headmaster helps to sort you out." she assured.
Ignoring the healer's words, Hermione hurriedly asked, "Did we win? Did we defeat him?" while searching the woman's eyes.
"Now, now, please calm down."
"Did Harry die? Did Voldemort die?" The lady let out a hitched gasp at the second name.
The healer's emotions were mixed but steeled in resolve in a few seconds. "That's quite enough from you! I'll be calling Headmaster Dumbledore over soon, and you will have a chat with him, instead." She said, steeling her voice, and beginning to walk off.
"Headmaster Dumbledore- what do you mean?"
She paused upon reaching the end of Hermione's bed, but didn't answer the question. Waving her wand, a cup of tea and biscuits appeared. "Eat, if you're hungry."
Dumbledore was alive? How? How long was she knocked out? Who was that lady? Was Harry alright? Was Ginny-
"What are you in for?" A voice that was somehow gravelly and crisp at the same time rung to her right. She turned and was faced with- "Sirius?" She squeaked out in an oddly high pitched voice.
The form sitting on her neighboring hospital bed certainly looked like Sirius, but he looked... young. It was as if the years he spent in Azkaban had disappeared.
Amused, he responded, "Glad to see my reputation precedes me-"
"Am I dead?" Hermione asked, cutting him off.
"Dead? Darling, of course not. The closest thing death here, would probably be how drop dead gorgeous you are." He flirted with a wink.
Hermione's eyebrows rose at the man who was pretty much her uncle, not knowing how to respond. "You don't- you don't know me?" She asked, dismissing his comment.
Sirius seemed to lose his composure a bit at her lack of response, but gained it back quickly with another successive wink. "If I'd have ever seen you around, I would've certainly remembered it."
"That's not good. I need to find Harry." She bit her lip worriedly and tried tugging at the invisible bindings were wrapped around her wrists.
"You won't get out of those, I've tried. Who's Harry?"
"Harry, he's my friend- he's your-" She cut herself off, sounding a silent "Oh."
"Blimey, I've never asked for your name, love!" Sirius gasped.
"It's… Hermione." She replied just as Dumbledore walked into the Hospital Wing. "Hermione Granger."
"Professor Dumbledore, I think I'm from the future." Hermione said the minute Dumbledore told her it was safe to talk in his office.
He stayed silent as Hermione described the events leading up to her waking up. She paced across the room as she did so.
Finally concluding the story, she stopped and placed her palms on the back of the chair in which she was supposed to be sitting in. "Is there any way for me to get back?"
"Mrs. Granger," he started off slowly, "I'm afraid time turners only go one way."
"So I'm stuck here?" She asked with a trembling voice.
"Yes." He affirmed. "There is no way for you to get back to the future, you're stuck here, in the past. However, now you are here, you'd be best off being enrolled, and make friends. There's no reason not to finish your education. I'll make arrangements for you to be placed in the Gryffindor girl's dorm." Waving his wand, the school uniform showed up in her arms, another wave, and a makeshift dressing room was propped up in a corner. He gestured for her to change, and she did.
She'd stripped out of the clothes that she'd had on for over a week now- there'd been too much stuff going on, and she didn't have time for anything else but a quick scourgify, but now the danger was gone. She still looked disheveled. What she really needed was a bath. She adjusted the tie once the uniform was on and gave herself a glance before she stepped out.
"Miss Granger, if you ever need somebody to talk to, my office is always open. I'll let the gargoyle know to let you up here whenever I'm in."
"Alright. Thank you, Headmaster." She whispered quietly and exited the office, and down the stairs. She'd made a beeline straight to the room of requirement.
She couldn't help but start to tear up.
Sorry about the other story, I lost everything I wrote for it and I don't remember where it was headed. It's up for adoption now, I suppose.