A/N - Finally got off my arse and am posting. If there is anyone out there that thinks I have a chance and want to become a beta please PM me. I need one, badly. (I know I am not very good).


Once she had her bag she went back into the bathroom to check out what she had inside. She found her parents letter along with necessary survival tools. A tent, books, money and even some food in stasis. Ever since they broke into Gringotts she has kept all her money on her. The Goblins are still not happy with her. They allowed Harry off with a fine, but because he was a very wealthy young man they forgave him. Her, not so much.

Not only does she carry all her money with her, both Harry and Sirius made her carry a combined million galleons of theirs, so if they ever need to go on the run they will be set.

~ooOoo~

August 2000

"Wait a minute, I'm confused," exclaimed Harry. "If the Hermione that we know was under a glamour and one so radically different from her true form, how do you two know that it is her?"

"Well, it is true that she is different as night and day but you must remember that Hermione never went anywhere outside of this house without her little-beaded bag. Between the two of us Harry, she was always carrying around over a million galleons. She also had most of her life in that bag. All of her photo albums were duplicated and she carried them with her everywhere, along with that damnable stinky tent, food and potions. She had changes of clothes for all of us, you, Remus, Ron and me. She was determined to always be ready to take flight with us if needed. I figure within a few years that habit may wear off but…"

"Merlin, I hate what this war has done to her and to us. We will never have a normal life. One free of strife and misery," groused Remus.

"I mean really, how many people can say that they were dead for 2 years or even 2 hours. Only in the Potter-Black-Lupin-Granger world would that happen," snickered Sirius.

"Now Sirius, you know you love being the centre of attention. If you are not, you will make sure that everyone around you puts you there, and what better way than to come popping out of the Veil," Remus chuckled.

"Well, you seem to like it as well Remus. Sitting up amongst all the dead bodies and scaring the bejesus out of those poor ministry workers," barked Sirius. "And Harry is not much better. Being carried back by Hagrid as a limp rag doll only to disappear while everyone was distracted and then showing up as Old Moldy was fighting in the Grand Hall."

"It was bloody brilliant from what I heard and saw. Hermione showed me her memories of the final battle."

"I miss her already. It has only been a day and I feel like someone ripped a chunk of my heart out," sobs Harry. "Go on with your story, what ever happened with Miah?"

"Where did we leave off? Oh yeah, she just woke up and was screaming at us. Remus why don't you tell Harry about our early days with Miah. She was always more partial to you in the beginning."

"Okay, don't get your knickers in a twist there Sirius. You know she loved both of us equally. Differently but equally."

"I know, I was just jealous at the start because you seemed to be hovering around Miah and ignoring me," pouted Sirius.

Running his nose up the side of Sirius' neck, Remus breathes out "you know there is no one that can replace you, Sirius. I have room for one more in my heart."

"Ugh! Enough you two, get a room with extra strength silencing charms."

"Harry, you know you would hit this if you swung my way."

Gagging, Harry takes a swing at his dogfather. "That is disgusting Sirius. You are like my father, besides I am more into the bookworm types." Harry leers at Remus, throwing him an exaggerated air kiss.

Sirius puts Harry into a headlock and starts giving him nuggies. "Stay away from my man there Harry, or next time I will hex your bits off," barks Sirius.

Remus rolls his eyes and chuckles at the antics of his mate and pseudo son/nephew.