A/n: What? Azorrah's done it again.

I'm such an attention whore, a few reviews and I pop out a chapter. these last two chapters (this one and the one before it) were a bitch to write because I couldn't just jump around and skip the inbetween moments.

"As I told you before Professor Dumbledore," The potions master's monotonous hissing cut through Hermione's unconsciousness, "Somebody, I don't know who, but somebody conjured not one but two corporeal Patronus that sent off the dementors."

"This is neither the time nor the place Severus," Professor Dumbledore raised a dismissive hand, "this conversation is no longer private, wait in my office and we'll have word when I'm done here."

"There is an extremely powerful wizard skulking about the grounds and you think we should wait?" Professor Snape's voice was beyond condescending, "The damage they caused to the school grounds with that fire not aside, I do not believe it wise to wait for Sirius Black's ally to strike again."

"As I've said before Severus," the headmaster remained calm, "we'll discuss this later. Right now, I have four teenagers pretending to be asleep that require my attention."

Professor Snape huffed angrily before turning on his heels to leave and shutting the doors behind him. Hermione immediately shot up in to sitting position and turned to face the headmaster in her hospital bed, "Professor Dumbledore, Sirius Black is innocent."

"Is that so Ms Granger?" The elder man gave her a penetrative stare.

"It was Scabbers," Ron nodded his head aggressively as he spoke, "he was secretly a middle aged man that Sirius Black taught to be an animagus."

"Peter Pettigrew," Was all Kurt added, but Hermione could see his mind hard at work. Hermione gaped as the slender boy pulled out a cigarette from his bottomless handbag, lit it and took a long drag; all in the presence of a member of staff.

"He betrayed my parents and killed those muggle," Harry spoke sullenly, "he faked his death and framed Sirius."

Hermione raised an interjectory finger before Professor Dumbledore could ask his next question, "Since when does Kurt smoke?"

"I don't generally, the pack was a Christmas gift from 'Pa," Kurt took a long dramatic drag, "I thought it was a dramatic way of showing everyone how stressed I am."

"And why are you stressed?" Hermione raised a confused brow, Kurt was usually calm in most situations unless there was something he didn't understand; everything was at face value at this point, there was nothing to misunderstand.

"You know contrary to popular belief, I have a soul too and I almost lost it today," Kurt took another long drag; allowing them to mull over what he said, Hermione rolled her eyes at his dramatic antics, "If Professor Dumbledore doesn't know that Sirius is innocent then clearly he isn't aware that Peter Pettigrew is alive. Which begs the question, what happened to Pettigrew?"

The cogs in Hermione's head clicked into place, "Firstly, love what you're doing with the cigarette." Kurt gave her a small smile as he put out the stump, "secondly, that is a very good question, does anyone know what happened to Pettigrew?"

"Well," Ron scoffed, "When you all abandoned me even though I couldn't run for my life from werewolf Lupin, I saw." All eyes turned to Ron, whose leg was in a cast in a sling, "he used the commotion caused by Professor Lupin's transformation to change back into a rat and scuttle off to god knows where."

"We didn't leave you alone," Kurt shook his head in disbelief, "we left you with Professor Snape."

"I'd have been better off alone," Ron chortled.

"Hey," Kurt scolded, "that's the second time Professor Snape has ensured that you received the medical attention you required, give him some slack." Kurt then turned to Professor Dumbledore with an accusatory glare, "That's also the third time a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher has put the lives of students in direct danger."

"Wow," Hermione was floored by how brutally honest Kurt was being, "nearly dying makes you really bitchy."

"The dementor nearly sucked out his soul," Harry pointed out, "he has every right to be bitchy."

"And if what you've told me is correct," Professor Dumbledore looked them all in the eye as he spoke, "and I'm sure it is, an innocent man will suffer a worse fate within the hour."

"Surely there's something to be done," Hermione wracked her brain, "You have six witnesses to testify to the truth."

"Professor Snape isn't Sirius's biggest fan," Harry pointed out, "there's no love lost between them, we can't rely on him."

Five, Hermione counted down, "Professor Lupin is a werewolf and in the eyes of the ministry cannot be trusted." Kurt spoke between mouthfuls of chocolate, "he and Sirius are also besties and as such his testimony isn't reliable."

"Ron's off his rocker from shock," she admitted to herself, "which leaves the three of us."

"With the rumours that he's my father, people will think my testimony is fabricated," Kurt added, "it'll seem like I'm trying to get my father off."

"And I doubt the word of three teenagers would have convinced the ministry anyway," Professor Dumbledore admitted, the clock tower chimed in the distance and suddenly his gaze fell on Hermione, giving her a sharp look. The headmaster's gaze shifted from Hermione to Kurt and back again, this went on for a minute, "Funny thing time. Although linear in nature, with the right tools one can forge it into many a beautiful shape."

"No," Kurt said sharply and she agreed, what Professor Dumbledore was suggesting was reckless but she feared it necessary, "do you know how many rules we'd be breaking."

"Do you know who creates and enforces the rules?" Professor Dumbledore countered, "But I must warn you not to be seen or you might fail and more than one innocent life is at stake. A visit to Professor Flitwick's office in the west tower will be in order," Professor Dumbledore turned to leave, "I'll see to it that you aren't disturbed, but be sure to be back before last chime; just for dramatic effect."

When the headmaster was gone there was a lingering silence as Kurt and Hermione looked at each other and tried to decide whether or not to do what Professor Dumbledore expected them to do. The silence was broken by Harry; who, as would be expected, was confused and Ron echoed his sentiments, "What was that all about?"

Kurt let out a defeated sigh, "fine, let's do it."

Kurt gestured for her to explain, "You know how we seem to be taking every subject on offer for third year students at Hogwarts?" Harry and Ron both nodded, "that's because we are, we've been using time turners to go back in time and attend more classes at the same time; it's a privilege for the cream of the crop."

"You've been travelling back in time?" Ron gave them a look of disbelief, "using what?"

Hermione and Kurt pulled out their time turners from under their sweaters, "time turners." Kurt spoke condescendingly, "don't you read?"

"I thought those were best friend charms or something," Ron countered.

"Padma Petil has one," Hermione said, as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet, "I'm not even sure if we like her."

"I think we're mostly jealous of how pretty and smart she is," Kurt countered with some rigorous nodding, "otherwise, she is a lovely girl."

"I really hope she and Finn become a thing before they both give up on their feelings for each other," Hermione added, nodding in time with Kurt.

"Wait a damn minute," Harry pointed an accusatory finger at Kurt, putting an end to their synchronised nodding, "attending multiple classes at once, which means that there was more than one Kurt in the castle at once." Harry shot to his feet, "you made me think the Marauders' Map was defective!"

"Calm down, it's supposed to be a secret," Kurt rolled his eyes, "you have no idea what we're giving up by telling you this."

Harry gave Kurt a momentary glare before turning to Hermione, "So, what's the plan?"

"I think we should go back in time," Hermione began.

"Did you figure that out all by yourself or did someone help you?" Ron tilted his head expectanly as he spoke, Kurt gave her tight lipped smile that encouraged her to ignore Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "As I was saying, we start by saving Buckbeak; if we're breaking the rules of time travel then we're going all out."

Kurt's eyes went wide, "all out?" Kurt smiled as his mind worked at a mile a minute, "I'm going to use the bathroom, you go on without me and I'll meet you at Hagrid's."

Hermione quirked a brow, "is this one of those 'don't question it moments'?"

"You get me," Kurt smiled and disappeared.

"Ron," Hermione smiled weakly, "because of your leg injury, we're leaving you here."

"At least stop me from breaking my leg," Ron shouted at them as Hermione swung the necklace over Harry's shoulders, "Or give me the idea to ask Kurt for something to dull the pain, feeling murderers."

"Pain Killers," Harry corrected but they were already being shot through time.

When the room stopped spinning, the sun was up again and the hospital wing was empty, "We should head down to Hagrid's, we'll get our bearings after we meet up with Kurt."

They took off at the human equivalent of light speed, for the non-athletic on Hermione's side, down the stairs; careful not to be seen, "Where do you think Kurt went?" Harry asked, his voice so low Hermione almost didn't hear him, "like I get that he went to the bathroom and all but where do you think he went?"

Hermione shrugged, "to be perfectly honest, Kurt goes where he pleases and does whatever he pleases without answering to anyone." Hermione smiled at the idea of her friend, "he's very closed off you know, keeps so much to himself but he hides it by throwing random titbits into conversation randomly. You could know every fact about Kurt Hummel but you'll never understand the boy unless he tells you how each fact makes him feel and what it makes him think."

"You know him," Harry looked a little concerned, "that sounds like a lonely existence, it'd be nice to think he has you."

Hermione chuckled at Harry's naïveté, "Kurt doesn't feel undesirable emotions, loneliness is for ugly people and as such is unsuitable for Kurt Elizabeth Hummel; that's what he tells himself." Hermione pulled Harry up against the wall just before they exited the castle and stumbled upon themselves, "Look it's us."

"Right," Harry nodded as she gestured for him to keep low and follow her out an open window into some shrubbery that would hide them more effectively than any attempt to flatten themselves into the wall, "This is the part where you punch Malfoy, we should have bought a camera and filmed it."

"I'll do it again some other time and you can photograph that," Hermione smiled at him over her shoulder before turning back to watch herself punching Draco Malfoy; it wasn't as satisfying to watch as it was to do but it was still bloody great.

"Good punch," Harry clapped her on the shoulder encouragingly.

"Thanks," she watched as first their quartet left then Draco and company picked themselves up, "let's go before somebody else comes along."

Hermione and Harry scurried down the slope, trying not to be seen. When they reached the bottom they hid behind the pile of pumpkins they would hide behind after fleeing the hut, Harry seemed antsy, "We should set Buckbeak free now."

A pale slender hand reached out from nowhere and grabbed Harry by the forearm, "the minister for magic needs to see him before we set him free or else he'll simply think he's been had, remember how we're not reliable witnesses and as such can't offer Hagrid an alibi?"

"You just showed up out of nowhere and nearly gave me a heart attack," Hermione scolded.

"We had plans to meet here," Kurt shrugged.

"Look, Pettigrew is in that milk spout," Harry pointed in through the window to where Kurt was holding the copper jug whilst lecturing the room on his relationship with Dumbledore, "Let's get him now."

"No," Hermione and Kurt chorused as they held him in place.

"Ever hear of an ontological paradox?" Kurt asked with an overly dramatized eye roll.

"No," Harry shook his head, "I have friends."

"Don't get fresh with me," Kurt scolded, "We have the same friends."

"Guys," Hermione snapped her fingers angrily, "not the time or the place. It's honestly like being with Kurt and Ron." Hermione glanced over both their heads, "Here comes Fudge," she turned her head to the hut's side door but nothing happened, "why aren't we leaving?"

"The clay pot hasn't broken," Kurt pointed out, "where are the petrified seed pods?"

"Like the ones we're standing in?" Harry asked with a subtly quirked brow.

"Exactly," Hermione bent down and picked up a handful; she threw the first and hit the clay pot, she threw another and it hit Harry on the back of the neck, "sorry."

"That's what that was," Harry chuckled, "that really hurt you know; but that is quite the arm, have you ever considered playing quidditch?"

"We're coming," Kurt hissed as he pulled his Hermione and Harry into the forbidden forest without negotiation

"Not even once," Hermione laughed at the idea of her on a broomstick for longer than absolutely necessary, "I hate flying."

"Our loss," Harry shrugged, past Hermione looked back and almost directly at them for a moment before being pulled away by future Kurt. Soon as they were gone, the three time travellers shot out of the trees to free Buckbeak; they knew they were out of the line of sight of their past selves as they hadn't seen the execution. Harry bowed to Buckbeak and the hippogriff bowed back, Harry then unhooked the hippogriff's chain from the scare crow's post; Hermione and Kurt were keeping watch, one was watching the path from the castle whilst the other watched the hut for movement.

"They're getting up," Hermione warned with a sense of urgency.

Harry let out a defeated sigh, "he won't budge."

"Let me try," Kurt took the chain from Harry, bowed and looked the hippogriff dead in the eye with a gaze colder than ice, "up." Kurt's voice was firm and intimidating but he had little effect on the stubborn hippogriff, "don't make me tell you again."

The hippogriff got to his feet but Fudge's party was already at the door, "this is taking too long."

Hermione glanced around the clearing for something that might help but seemed to be coming short, till she spotted the dead ferrets, much like the ones Hagrid had on the day of their first lesson. She picked them up and waved them in front of Buckbeak's beak just as Kurt was explaining who was helping whom in this situation; which, though a valid argument, wasn't helping them, "Come get the nice dead ferret."

Buckbeak followed Hermione as she lured him with the dead ferrets like a carrot on a stick, as soon as they'd disappeared into the safety of the forbidden forest she let Buckbeak have the ferrets; it was truly disturbing to watch him swallow them whole.

"We have a good while before our next meeting," Kurt pointed out, "who is interested in a Celine Dion sing along?"

"What do you mean a good while?" Harry look scandalised, "when are we getting Pettigrew?"

"Right," Hermione settled down on a rock for one of Kurt's lectures, "Do you remember how the situation at Hagrid's played out?" Harry nodded, "Did you see how everything seemingly played out the same? Our past selves think Buckbeak's dead and Hagrid isn't in trouble for setting him free?"

"It was literally two minutes ago, not a lifetime ago," Harry gave Kurt a patronising glare, "even my memory isn't bad enough to have forgotten."

"I offered to sing Celine Dion but you needed a lecture," Kurt returned the gaze with a steely one of his own, Hermione was almost certain that Kurt's gaze was the cause of the cold breeze that rolled through the forest, "take what I give and be grateful."

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged, Hermione shoes to intervene, "you could give without being a bitch about it."

"There's somebody out there casting two corporeal patronuses… patronii? I'm not sure what the plural is," Kurt shrugged, "anyway, at once and I can't even cast a non-corporeal one. I don't think I could possibly do anything without being bitchy."

"It was my dad," Harry admitted sullenly.

Kurt did a double take and quirked a brow, before he could say something potentially hurtful Hermione spoke first, "But, Harry, your father's…"

"Dead, I know," Hermione hated that she couldn't say it and that Harry had to say the word for her, maybe she should have let Kurt do this after all, "but I'm just telling you what I saw."

"Then what makes you think your dead father is casting patronuses?" Kurt tilted his head curiously.

"He's Prongs," Harry explained, "his Patronus was a stag, Professor Lupin told me, and both patronuses were stags."

For a moment Hermione saw guilt on Kurt's face, he was hiding something and what was worse was that it was something that made him feel remorseful; the poor people's emotion.

"Honey," Kurt took a deep breath and let out a dejected sigh, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, "I don't think it's wise to go down this road, it only ends in pain."

"Drop it, I know what I saw," Harry snapped and Kurt recoiled as if bitten before turning cold, "tell me why we can't go after Pettigrew."

"Because if we do it before the shrieking shack we won't find out that Sirius is innocent and as such won't have a reason to come back in time," Kurt's words were void of emotion, "it's one of the time travel paradoxes that come into play when one deals with themselves in time travel."

Kurt sat down on one side of her and began to dig in his purse, he put a cigarette to his lips and lit it with a finger; he'd gone from a non-smoker to a chain smoker in next to no time. It seemed Harry wanted to be alone with his thoughts, so she sat beside Kurt.

"I don't think Sirius Black is my father," Kurt said abruptly.

"That's not what's bothering you but let's go with that," Hermione curled up close and laid her head on Kurt's shoulder, "I don't think he's your father either."

"He looked far too homeless for my liking," Kurt shook his head as if assuring himself of his dismissal of the man as his father.

Hermione giggled, He kind of has been homeless for the last year."

"That's no excuse," Kurt grimaced, "You know that smoking doesn't actually relieve stress, it has an irritant in it and it's slowly killing you, if anything it elevates your stress but people tell themselves otherwise and so it works."

"I'm sure I'm not the first person to tell you this," Hermione grabbed Kurt by the cheek for a moment before he smacked her hand away, "but you're not good at deflecting."

"I don't have to be," Kurt took a long drag of his cigarette, "People never ask and so I never actually have to tell till I'm ready."

"It has to do with Harry thinking that his father cast the Patronus," Hermione gave Kurt a reassuring smile, "You know something that you can't tell us and it's eating at you."

"We'll discuss this later," Kurt patted her, rather condescendingly, on the head, "the volatility of this situation doesn't allow for this conversation to go on right now." Hermione followed Kurt's upward gaze to where Harry was hovering over them, "I'm sorry that I'm a bitch but you're just going to have accept that about me."

Harry smiled and took the space on Kurt's other side, helping himself to the boy's other shoulder, "So, if the wizarding world has access to time travel then why haven't they ever used it to stop Voldemort? Save all the people he killed."

"Because the results are unpredictable," Kurt explain in a soothing voice, "time is linear and can be reshaped but it is elastic in nature; they were to neutralize Voldemort before he became a bad guy then somebody else would have taken his place as the dark lord."

"Like Mr Malfoy?" Harry furrowed his brow, "I thought we weren't afraid of him and his cheap extensions."

Hermione straightened up and looked Harry dead in the eye, "Lord Voldemort had other more loyal servants who went to Azkaban because they wouldn't deny him, people much scarier than Draco's father who were turned docile by their subordination to Lord Voldemort." Hermione shuddered, "there are people who came by affluence and respect more easily than Lord Voldemort who believed in blood supremacy just as much as he did, if not more."

"People who would have spread terror through legitimate channels," Kurt added, "we'd probably would have never been born or would be long dead. The backlash caused by the murder of a seemingly innocent child alone would be unsurmountable."

There was a short silence, "on the lighter side of things, Sirius asked me to come stay with him when this is all through."

"That sounds lovely," Hermione's heart was warmed by Harry finding a home to call his own, "you wouldn't have to go back to those awful relatives of yours."

"The Dursleys," Kurt sneered, "you know, I know somebody who could have them erased from existence."

"You do not," Hermione countered, knowing Kurt was pulling her leg.

"I don't," Kurt admitted, "but I'm sure Sirius met a few in Azkaban."

"I don't think people get out of Azkaban very often," Harry chuckled.

Kurt mulled it over for a moment before nodding, "I suppose they don't."

"I think we should get something in the country," Harry diverted the conversation, "somewhere you can see the sky, I think he'd like that after all that time in prison."

"So basically anywhere above ground," Kurt gave a sideways smirk.

Hermione couldn't help chuckling, "we made this person our friend."

"You don't want to live in the country," Kurt shook his head, "finding a Niemen Marcus is near impossible." Kurt's mind went to work again, "You could live in Knightsbridge; with the amount of money Sirius is set to inherit from the Black dynasty, you could buy a place in the sky."

"The Black dynasty?" Hermione quirked a brow, she wasn't one for society pages.

"Sirius comes from The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black," Kurt's voice did this thing of going low like a whisper whenever he was teaching them something, "I asked Professor Dumbledore about them and then the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black wouldn't stop talking about how great and wealthy the family was."

Hermione gaped at the amount of information Kurt was able to keep in his head for a moment before realising how dark it had gotten, "What time is it? I think we're supposed to be coming out of the tunnel under the whomping willow about now."

"It's after six," Kurt confirmed shooting to his feet, "we're late." The three teen shot to their feet at speed and took of within the thicket of trees toward the edge of the forest nearest to the whomping willow, when they got there Professor Lupin was charging toward them in his werewolf form, "I'm going to need Hermione to howl for me."

"Me?" Hermione was taken aback by the request.

"Just do it, okay," Kurt demanded shaking her to emphasize the urgency. Hermione cup her mouth and let out a loud high pitched howl, "perfect."

"And now he's coming straight toward us," Harry spoke in a panic stricken voice, though it was obvious that he'd made some attempt at supressing his anxiety about their predicament, "what do we now Kurt?"

"Run," Kurt pointed in a general direction and they followed the instructions on blind faith.

"Isn't this the direction of the lake?" Hermione slowed her running to a swift jog, "where our past selves are?"

"Wait for it," Kurt stopped running completely and raised a finger.

"Wait for what?" Harry looked around them as the rustle of dead leaves and low hanging branches got louder, Professor Lupin was almost upon them but suddenly he stopped when a series of howls from many different directions called him away, "How did you know?"

"We were late," Kurt shrugged, "I'm sure Finn, Ginny and Luna thought I was messing with them, they needed time to get back to their posts before howling."

"You did that?" Hermione gaped at him, she didn't understand how Kurt had managed it, "How?"

"You know how people never ask," Kurt smiled devilishly, "they'll do almost anything I say on blind faith."

"You're a genius," Hermione heard herself declare.

"Just very self-absorbed," Kurt giggled.

Harry smiled, "Now we go get Pettigrew."

"No Harry," Kurt laid a hand on the dark haired boy's arm and his eyes filled with sorrow, "we can't, I heard what Professor Trelawney said to you when she was in the beyond; I'm so sorry but we don't catch Pettigrew, it would simply delay the inevitable."

"Then how do we prove Sirius is innocent?" Harry choked back a sob.

"We don't," Kurt's voice was barely a whisper, "but I will make sure he never goes back to Azkaban and the dementors never get within ten feet of him. Right now I need you, not your father, to make sure we don't die on that lake."

"Me?" Harry's face was now streaked with tears, "How could I possible think happy thoughts right now?"

"Because you've had worse days," Kurt smiled modestly, "and life just keeps getting better for you; you have friends and family, right now both need you."

"Besides," Hermione smiled, "you were the stag, at least one of the stags. I remember catching a moment of it at the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match."

The three of them took off at speed and came to rest on the bank opposite to Kurt's dome of blue flames, which lit the vicinity like a midnight sun, just before it collapsed in on itself, Harry took a step forward as the dementors moved in to perform the kiss on all four of them, "Expecto Patronum."

Once more the night was lit a pale shade of blue whilst Harry's voice echoes through the school grounds; a large white antlered beast galloped across the lake and the dementors turned to face it instead as it ran them over one by one. It was soon joined by a twin that helped ward of the hoard of nearly a hundred dementors; the more Hermione observed the two patronuses, the less they looked alike.

"Who?" Hermione heard herself ask as she turned to Kurt in amazement, if there was another caster it could only be his work.

"The person I would not only trust with my life but whom I would trust with the lives of those dearest to me," Kurt smiled broadly.

"Neville?" Hermione did a double take and felt a pang of guilt for doubting the boy's abilities, "how?"

Kurt waited for the dementors to disperse before answering her question, "it happened after the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match, I asked myself what was so different about Harry from me that made him different from me and able to cast a Patronus." Kurt's smile was contagious and Hermione couldn't help smiling, "then it hit me; we'd both known true tragedy but Harry's whole life before coming to Hogwarts had been miserable, my life had been mostly been happy. I don't value happiness as much as he does, it came after I considered the things I hold dear; money and friends. I once lived off welfare so being wealthy is important to me because I hated being poor, and I didn't have friends before coming to Hogwarts so you guys mean the world to me."

"You lived on welfare," Hermione's eyes shot wide open at this discovery about her best friend, "when?"

"When I had cancer; my mother died and my father lost his job due to the amount of time he took off, we didn't have any income," Kurt shrugged, "it's a time filled with terrible guilt and shame for me. We got rich after my mother's life insurance pay out and the malpractice suit from the botched up surgical procedure."

"You've never mentioned this ever," Hermione was wounded that Kurt would keep this from her.

"Shame is for everyone," Kurt waved a dismissive hand, "don't interrupt, this is what I was guilty about earlier. Harry's happiness is amplified by his earlier misery much like my materialism is by my former poverty." Kurt smiled at his Burkin, "I asked myself, who else has had similar experience?"

"Neville Longbottom," Harry face palmed as the pieces fell into place on his end.

"And he was a natural," Kurt smiled, before giving Harry a comforting smile, "I'm sorry you thought it was your dad."

"Don't be," Harry chuckled, "my semi-conscious self couldn't comprehend seeing itself and created a coping mechanism."

"How did you know so perfectly when what needed to be done?" Hermione asked Kurt, he had been a true asset today and she was curious as to what the secret behind his success was.

"I came back in stages," Kurt blushed violently, "observing how we did things."

Hermione smiled, moving closer to Buckbeak, "let's go break Sirius out and call it a day."

Harry helped her onto Buckbeak's back, she pulled him up and they both extended their hands toward Kurt. He simply shook his head, "I have to go thank our many saviours, I'll see you back in the hospital wing."

"Kurt," Harry called out as Buckbeak was getting ready to take off, "thanks, for everything."

"You're my friend," Kurt smiled, "I'd do anything to protect you." Kurt turned to leave before scurrying back just as quickly and handed Hermione a chocolate bar, "give this to Sirius Black, won't you."

Buckbeak took off at a run and Hermione's stomach did a summersault before dropping as they took off at great speed; she truly loathed flying, she could do it in a plane but otherwise it was just too unpredictable. They flew up to the west tower, Hermione knew which window was Professor Flitwick's office by memory, "Bombarda."

Both the window and the frame shattered, Sirius was curled up in a ball on the office floor but slowly got to his feet and came towards the window; Hermione held out the chocolate bar, "Kurt sends his regards."

"That boy," Sirius tucked into the chocolate bar with less grace than Kurt would approved of, "I wish I could take credit."

"You're not alone in that category," Harry giggled as he held Buckbeak steady next to the window sill. Soon as Sirius was safely mounted they took off, flying to a corridor near the hospital wing where Kurt was waiting for them.

They dismounted and Sirius pulled Kurt into a tight hug, "thanks for the chocolate."

"Seriously, what about me invites people to touch me?" Kurt rolled his eyes when Sirius didn't let up, "I hear eating your feelings helps."

The man let Kurt go and he took the opportunity to lather himself in hand sanitizer. Sirius turned to Hermione and bowed, "due to your age and gender, touching you might land me back in Azkaban; truly the brightest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw herself." Hermione smiled and whispered a quick thank you before moving to Kurt sides and linking arms with him. Sirius turned to Harry, "this isn't good bye, but I'm going to have to run far before I can run near."

"You have the best guardian angel," Harry pointed at Kurt as he hugged the man tightly.

"More like a guardian demon," Kurt giggled as Sirius mounted Buckbeak.

"True friends are hard to come by," Sirius pointed a firm finger, "friends who know what they are, almost impossible to find; hold on to these two."

"Always," Harry giggle.

The clock chimed loudly once more as Sirius and Buckbeak took off into the night sky, the three teens took off at a run as well; up the stairs and down the corridor toward the hospital wing.

They walked straight into Professor Dumbledore, Harry smiled broadly, "we did it."

"Did what?" Hermione, Kurt and Professor Dumbledore chorused with furrowed brows; Harry simply gave them an understanding nod.

The three teens entered the hospital wing just as just as their former selves were disappearing, "But…" Ron spluttered, "you were just and the bathroom?"

"Whatever do you mean Ronald?" Hermione asked with huge smile on her face.

Kurt moved up to his side and held up a bottle of pills, "somebody clearly needs painkillers."

"I hope you know that Kurt throwing pills at you means you're for the knackers," Finn seemingly appeared out of nowhere in particular, hugging Kurt tightly and swinging him around.

"Put me down you great ape," Kurt giggled wildly.

Hope you all liked it!

Almost at my second favourite book in the series! I know you're all tired of not knowing who Kurt's parents are but I've tied my hands and only have a handful of characters who can tell him but it is coming... and soon.