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The Twins
The crisp April morning on Diagon Alley was bustling with witches and wizards who were busy with their Saturday shopping. The hum of many people, all speaking at once in various conversations filled the air along with the soft shuffling and tapping of shoe clad feet. Shop doors could be heard opening and closing, an occasional shop bell floated out across the busy pathway. Hermione and Sirius walked hand in hand, pausing intermittently to comment on an interesting window dressing. They were on their way to the Enchanted Crib to begin their preparation of the nursery. Hermione was unusually quiet as they walked along, worrying her lower lip in nervous concentration.
"So, when do we know what we're having?" His words pulled at her gently, tugging her out of anxious thoughts.
"Oh, uh, next week, the appointment is next week." She blinked her eyes, clearing out the last of her fretful musings. "I thought we could get a few of the basics today, basinet, crib, pram, that sort of thing."
She paused to peer into a bookstore window display of an award winning book on ancient runes. Sirius followed her eye line and smiled. "Want it?"
"Hmm? Oh, maybe later." She was slipping back into her distraction.
"Nervous about tonight?" She simply nodded but didn't add to the conversation. "Has the ministry delivered the certificate of registration yet?" He paused to open the door to the Enchanted Crib for her.
She nodded again. "This morning, I still can't believe Umbridge got the paperwork through the system in a little over two weeks."
Sirius grinned at her. "Amazing what a good piece of blackmail can accomplish."
"I'm still surprised she didn't dispose of something so vile earlier." She paused to watch a charmed book read to a group of children and smiled, picturing her own child coming here for story time.
"That woman is mean and bigoted but not all that bright. I doubt it occurred to her that something so dangerous to the Daughter's might exist until you brought it up." Sirius picked up a toy stuffed dragon that puffed illusory flames from its nostrils.
Hermione fingered a set of sheets with cauldrons that appeared to bubble and brew. "Professor Snape met me at the gate to Hogwarts so I could research laws in the school library."
"Oh?" he said cautiously. "You mean the day you had tea with Minerva?"
"The same," she answered, with a guarded flick of her eyes, meeting his briefly. "He escorted me to the castle giving me a chance to speak with him."
"And how is Sniv- erm, Severus?" The insult died on his lips as he remembered the service his old enemy had done for them.
"I thanked him for saving my life," she said quietly.
"Feel better now?" He wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Much, although I don't think he cared one way or the other." She peered over the edge of a crib and smiled.
Sirius nodded. "I can see that. He's always been strange." He paused. "So, tell me, what is Minerva's position again?"
"Madam President, she presides over the entire group. Any proposal a committee has must go through her before it gets voted on. I'm fortunate that she has chosen to endorse my brainchild. Only she can give me the floor to speak at tonight's meeting. If one of the Chairs were backing my idea they would make my presentation and who knows what they would say." They had come to a stop in front of a row of prams which were displaying their different charmed attributes.
"So, do they vote on it tonight?" He helped her pull one of the prams off the line so she could get a better look at it.
"Oh, no, tonight is just the presentation. I have to show proof of the ministry's approval, account for what is in the treasury…" Sirius interrupted her.
"I took care of that yesterday, forgot to tell you." He followed her back over to the crib section.
"Are you sure you want to donate so much?" She paused to look at him hesitantly.
"Absolutely, besides, its not that much for us." He walked around the side of a crib, flicking his wand at it, testing its safety measures.
She decided not to argue. She knew it was an impressive start up donation and would go a long way to proving F.L.E.M.'s validity. She continued her explanation of the coming evening. "So, then the eight witches who have agreed to serve on F.L.E.M.'s committee will speak briefly…" He interrupted again.
"Wait, when do you list all those laws you found at the ministry?" They were paused at a self rocking basinet.
"During the presentation." She took a last appraising glance at the rocking basinet and moved on to one that sang lullabies. "After tonight I have to get at least thirty three members to agree to vote for F.L.E.M.'s inclusion at the next meeting."
"That's going to take a lot of socializing isn't it?" He watched as she walked back to the self rocking basinet.
"I like this one," she said, turning the price tag over so she could read it.
"It's nice," he said sincerely but distracted. "Listen, are you sure you want to take on those other classes considering how busy you are? I worry you are going to put yourself under too much stress." His hands slid around from behind her and rested on the swell at her middle.
"I'm busy but it's not too much, besides, I've already talked to Hagrid about Care of Magical Creatures. I'm good, really." He sighed and let her go.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you." She turned to him, giving her full attention.
"Hmm, what's that?"
"Well, its my fault that Harry won't have a home after graduation. How do you feel about having him move in with us?" His eyes slid away from hers, betraying the guilt he felt over robbing Harry of a home.
Hermione broke into a huge smile. "That would be wonderful!"
Sirius let out a relieved breath. "Have you, uh, ever been up to the room he stays in when he's here?" He tried to sound as casual as possible.
Her expression puzzled. "Once or twice, why?"
"Have you ever been in the closet up there?" He followed her back over to the prams.
"No," she answered slowly. "Why?"
Sirius fidgeted for a moment, watching her compare the same two prams as before, wondering if he really wanted to do this. Before he spoke he let the emotion he was feeling wash over him, riding it out so he wouldn't choke on his words. "James used to live with me, before he married Lily."
Hermione tensed, she turned around to face him, knowing that something important was about to be said in this conversation. "I didn't know that, does Harry?"
Sirius shook his head. "No, I never told him, couldn't." He flicked his eyes at her and then away.
Hermione closed the small space between them and wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her body into his. "What's in the closet?"
She felt him tremble slightly in her arms. "Quidditch robes." He couldn't bring himself to say that they were James'.
"What do you want to do with them?" She gave him a squeeze and then released him.
"I'm going to give them to Harry." He kept an arm around her waist.
"Are you sure? It's ok to keep them, you know." She pulled her choice of pram out of the line.
"Yeah, I know. I want to." He followed her back over to the cribs and basinets, pushing the pram for her.
"I really think we should get a crib as well," she said to break the tension.
"Oh, yeah, whatever you want, sweet." The change in topic was unexpected but appreciated.
"I miss Harry, it'll be nice having him close." She gave him a smile and turned her attention to one of the cribs.
"Should be interesting when Ginny comes to visit," he said with a chuckle.
"Not that interesting," she said dryly, her hand flew to her mouth, a blush rising on her cheeks.
"Just before Christmas you said…" He trailed off as she furiously shook her head. "You're joking," he said disbelieving and humorously sad.
"He let it slip accidently," she said with a giggle.
"Well, his father couldn't close either." He shook his head laughing.
"That's crude, Sirius." She frowned at him, disapproving.
"True," he said in mock challenge and then tickled her.
She shied away and steadied herself on a crib. "Ginny's not entirely happy about the situation." She looked at him pointedly.
Sirius' eyes flew open as it dawned on him what she was getting at. "Oh my god."
"Godfather," she reminded, relieved she didn't have to spell it out. "I like this one." She looked around the store. "I think that's enough for today."
"Enough indeed," he said ruefully.
She motioned to the saleswitch who came over immediately. Once the order was placed Sirius paid her and the delivery arrangements were made. Sirius held the door for her and together they walked back out onto Diagon Alley. He put an arm around her waist and led her across the alleyway to a jewelry store. The name that hung on the sign read Gildingham's and underneath that was written London, Hogsmeade. Hermione glanced at him questioningly.
"I've got to check and see if something is ready." He held the door and followed her inside. He paused to watch her peer into the cases that were on display. He left her to speak to the young, finely dressed wizard behind the counter. His gold nametag read Antares Gildingham. "Hello, Antares," he greeted. "Is your father here?"
The young wizard smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Black, let me get him for you."
Sirius thanked the young man and looked over his shoulder at Hermione. She felt his eyes on her and looked up with a smile, there was a light flush on her cheeks. She looked like she had been caught at something she shouldn't be. He made a note of the case she was looking in and turned back around, hearing voices get louder as two wizards emerged from the back of the store.
"Hello, Sirius. What can I do for you today?" The older wizard's nametag read Algorab Gildingham.
"I came to check on that charm I brought to you about a month ago." Sirius chanced another glance at Hermione who was still at the same case.
"We just got a shipment from our workshop. Let me see if it's in." Algorab shuffled off to the back.
Sirius walked up behind Hermione and placed his hands on her hips, making her jump in surprise. "What's caught your eye, baby?"
"Just looking," she replied.
"At the same case since we walked in?" He kissed her neck before looking over her shoulder. In the center of the display was a large ruby, surrounded by diamonds, set onto a ring. "Just looking, huh?" His breath on her neck made her shiver. "That certainly is a pretty ring."
Hermione dragged herself away from the case with a last longing look. "It's ok," she said unconvincingly.
"Oh, I see. So you're not completely smitten with that ruby ring." Her let his fingers dance up her sides, tickling her softly.
"No," she said, swatting at him.
"Mr. Black." The young wizard called from the back of the shop.
"Excuse me, sweet." He poked at her one last time before leaving her side.
"Here we are," said Antares as he opened a box. Inside lay the charm Sirius had given her. "When the chain was broken the charm was unaffected. It holds as strong as ever. We repaired the chain so it's ready to go."
Sirius looked over his shoulder and grinned. She was back at the ruby. "You see that case my wife is standing in front of?"
Antares peered around Sirius. "Yes, sir."
"There is a ruby ring on display and she loves it. I want to give it to her as a surprise, so could you take it out of the case after we leave? I'll pick it up next week." Sirius waited while Antares wrote down his order and instructions.
"The ring isn't charmed, it's just a ring," said Antares, explaining. He pushed a sales slip to Sirius who looked it over carefully.
"It's not just a ring," corrected Sirius as he wrote his account number on the slip and signed his name. "It's a ring she loves." He pushed the slip back to the younger man.
"Thank you for your patronage, Mr. Black," said Antares politely.
Sirius acknowledged him with a nod as he picked up the long box and sauntered over to Hermione. "I got something for you."
She tore her eyes away from the ring, meeting his grey eyes with her brown. "You didn't have to."
"Well," he said, "technically I already gave it to you but then I royally screwed up." He opened the box and smiled when her hands flew to her mouth.
"Oh, Sirius, I felt so bad about this."
"Don't," he said, taking the necklace out of the box. "Turn around, baby," he said softly. "I feel so much better with this on your lovely neck."
She shivered as he his rough fingertips grazed along her neck and throat. "Thank you, Sirius."
He turned her around and met her lips with his, soft and tender. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I love you and couldn't stand it if something happened to you."
"I love you too, Sirius." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.
"Do we have anymore shopping to do?" he asked before leaving little kisses on her neck. She glanced at the young wizard at the back of the shop who was smirking at the entranced couple.
"We were going to stop by WWW, remember, to say hi to Fred and George." She pulled back and took a step away.
He pulled her right back. "Couldn't we just skip it?" he asked, his voice husky and full of emotion.
Hermione nodded. "Absolutely."
He took her by the hand and led her out of the shop. He pulled her close so they could Apparate when a familiar voice broke through their single minded determination. "Hello, dears," called Mrs. Weasley from across the cobblestone pathway.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear her." Partly joking, partly not.
"No," said Hermione urgently. "Percy."
Sirius swore under his breath. "I forgot about him," said Sirius darkly.
"I have to tell her," she scolded.
"I know, I know," he muttered. "You're in trouble when we get home." He bit her neck and sucked at the skin. She felt an electric thrill shoot through her as Mrs. Weasley walked up. She pushed him off to compose herself.
"Hello, Molly." Sirius pushed away his frustrated thoughts as best he could. "How have you been?"
Mrs. Weasley hugged Hermione and then stepped back to look at her critically. "Hello, Mrs. Weasley."
Molly nodded to Sirius and then turned her attention back to Hermione. "How far along are you, Hermione?"
"Just over three months, why?" Hermione looked down at her growing belly.
"No reason," said Mrs. Weasley, still appraising. "When is your next check up?"
"Next week," replied Hermione unconcerned. It was like Mrs. Weasley to fuss over her.
"I read the article in the Prophet about, oh, what was it called…" Molly trailed off trying to remember the name.
"Fellowship for the Legalized Equality of Muggleborns," supplied Sirius.
"How in Merlin's name did you get it up and running so fast?" Molly motioned toward some benches where they could sit and talk.
"Well," said Hermione, taking her seat. "I backed Umbridge, who is the Chairwitch on the Liaison to the Ministry of Magic for the Daughter's, into a corner over that fiasco a few weeks ago, you remember." Molly nodded and let her continue. "She gave me access to all documents that L.M.O.M. had sent to the ministry for consideration."
Molly raised her eyebrows. "How did you know she wouldn't destroy them?"
"Magical contract," replied Hermione.
"So, what did you find?" asked Molly cautiously with a sense of foreboding.
"A fair number of things but one in particular was very, very bad. It was dated just days after the ministry fell and had been signed off by one ministry official. There is no way the Daughter's can claim they weren't pushing it pretty hard." Hermione was starting to talk faster and faster as she neared the climax of her story. "Bellatrix and Narcissa were the authors of the proposed law which would legalize the enslavement of muggles and muggleborns."
"Slavery?" Mrs. Weasley said the word doubtfully. "How successful would that have been?"
"Doesn't matter," answered Hermione. "It's not the ministry that has something to lose on that one, it's the Daughter's."
"So are you going to quit the Daughter's to focus on this new charity?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, no," said Hermione. "I'm going to get it added to the Daughter's."
"A brand new charity with Daughter's endorsement?" She flicked her eyes worriedly at Sirius knowing how much work that was going to take. They exchanged a grim look of worry.
"I've got try," answered Hermione. "There is one more thing that Umbridge did for me. She got me access to ministry's law library and I saw someone there."
"Who was that, dear?"asked Molly.
"Percy," replied Hermione.
Molly stiffened, sitting up a little straighter, her lips pursed. "Oh."
"He's really sorry, Mrs. Weasley. He just doesn't know how to reconnect. He's afraid of rejection." Hermione placed a cautious hand on Mrs. Weasley's arm.
"You mean like he rejected us?" Hermione looked away as Mrs. Weasley struggled to maintain composure. Sirius conjured a handkerchief and handed it o Mrs. Weasley so she could dab her eyes. She took a long shuddering breath before looking up. "It has been lovely to see you both." Mrs. Weasley's lower lip quivered.
"You too, Molly," said Sirius in a comforting tone. Hermione threw her arms around Mrs. Weasley and hugged her tightly. The older woman patted her arm, stood up and gave them both a tight smile before walking away in the direction of WWW.
Sirius scooted over on the bench to sit next to Hermione, throwing his arm around her shoulders. They watched Mrs. Weasley's retreating back in silence, each affected by the emotion of the moment they had just experienced. "Ready to go home?"
"Maybe we should visit Fred and George," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Sirius!" A man's voice called out from a few shops down.
Sirius looked up, saw who it was and then took a guilty sideways glance at Hermione before placing a hand on her knee. "That's Dawlish, there's something I need to speak to him about. Why don't you look around and meet me back here in fifteen minutes."
Hermione glanced at Dawlish who had recently been named head of the Auror's Department. "I just recently read about him in the Prophet. I wonder what he wants."
"I'll tell you about it at home. Just give me a minute to chat with him." He waited for her to nod before getting up to meet with the other wizard.
Hermione watched him walk away, wondering what that could be about. She stood up and walked down the alleyway. For a moment she thought maybe Sirius wanted to be an Auror. She shook her head. Sirius hated the idea of working for someone, although he had seemed a little bored lately. The thought of him working as an Auror gave her a chill. It was dangerous work and the hours weren't always good.
The number of people along Diagon Alley had thinned considerably as the lunch hour drew to a close. Her stomach grumbled at her for not feeding it since breakfast. She looked over her shoulder at Sirius. She could just make him out, still in a conversation with Dawlish. It worried her, the thought of Sirius working as an Auror. She continued walking along, not looking at any of the window displays that she passed. She realized there were very few reasons why he would need to speak to Dawlish.
Engrossed in her thoughts, Hermione didn't realize how close she was to Knockturn Alley. Neither did she see a blond head turn the corner and narrow eyes at her. When her arm was roughly yanked she let out a loud scream, more in surprise than in fear. She was pulled onto Knockturn Alley and shoved hard against the wall, hitting the back of her head against the bricks. She whimpered in pain and tried to struggle free. Realizing where she was and the amount of danger she was in she screamed Sirius' name before a hand clamped over her mouth.
"Think a lot of yourself lately, don't you mudblood?" Hermione felt sticky warmth on the back of her head and grasped that she must be bleeding. She looked into Draco's eyes, shocked by the raw hatred she saw there. "I know better, don't I?"
"My husband will kill you if he gets his hands on you." Her voice gave away her fear and pain.
"When I think that the same blood that flows in my veins is tainted with yours in that whelp you are carrying it makes me want to vomit." He spat in her face making her sob in shock. "We'll just have to do something about that." Draco gave her a hard push to the ground, causing her to fall on her stomach.
"Please don't," she begged, curling herself into a ball. Draco kicked at her, missing her stomach, catching her in the side instead. Hermione howled in pain, clutching her side.
Sirius and Dawlish rounded the corner and rushed toward Draco. Sirius got to him first, slamming him into the wall. "I WILL KILL YOU FOR TOUCHING HER!" He raised a fist and made contact with the blond's nose before raising his wand against Draco, a barely human look of rage contorted his features.
"Sirius." Her weak voice, heavy with pain, pulled at him. Dawlish pulled Sirius off of Draco roughly and then bound the blond. Sirius knelt down beside her, struggling between wanting to make Draco pay and helping her. "He tried to kill the baby, Sirius."
He picked her up in his arms and felt the blood from the back of her head, releasing a low growl. He turned in time to see Dawlish releasing Draco. "What the fuck, Dawlish!"
"I'm sorry, Sirius. He didn't use magic, there is nothing I can charge him with." Dawlish looked murderous. "It's an old law that has never been taken off the books. If a pureblood injures a muggleborn without the use of magic, it's not a crime."
"He's right, Sirius," said Hermione, her voice weak and hitched with pain.
"We're going to St. Mungo's," said Sirius in a tight, angry voice before he spun on the spot. He rushed her to the fourth floor because he knew Stromwell would see her right away. He burst onto the floor and started yelling for Stromwell.
She erupted out of a patient's room, furious until she saw the blood on the back of Hermione's head. She motioned for Sirius to follow her as she opened an empty room. "What happened?"
"Draco Malfoy. He pushed me against a brick wall, that's when I hit my head. Then he pushed me down and kicked me in the side." She watched Sirius carefully. He hadn't lost the dangerous glimmer in his eyes. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth. His face reddened with the rage he was struggling to control.
"Let's look you over." Stromwell lifted her shirt over her head. She was covered in scrapes and bruises on one side but the worst of it was on the other side. Underneath her ribcage was a large, dark bruise. Sirius let out a strangled groan of dismay. "Have you informed the Auror's of this?"
"An Auror was with me when I found her." He stroked his hand over her hair. "I'm so sorry I let you out of my sight. I should have known you'd be a target."
"Sirius, this is not your fault. I won't always be near you." She leaned her head into his hand. "What we need to do is change the law."
"Let's lay you back," said Stromwell, helping Hermione down on the exam table. She waved her wand over her stomach, causing two balls of light to glow brightly underneath the skin. "You're a bit banged up but the babies are fine." Stromwell smiled at the couple, giving them a moment to take in what she had said.
"Wait," said Sirius, "did you say babies because I think you meant baby." He turned away from Hermione to face the healer.
"Nope, you're having twins." It warmed her heart to see them twine their fingers together.
"Twins?" Hermione's voice was soft but steady.
"That's right," said Stromwell with a large smile. "Do you want to know the sex?"
"We're going to need a different pram," said Hermione reasonably.
"That's what you think of to say?" Sirius turned to her in amusement.
Hermione touched her belly, rubbing her hand over it. "Are they fraternal or identical?"
"I'll go get the potions." Stromwell left the room, closing the door behind her with a click.
Sirius lay his hand on her stomach, leaned in and caught her lips in a soft, tender kiss. "You are going to be huge," he teased.
"Sirius, don't," she whined. "You're going to think I'm fat and disgusting. You won't want to touch me anymore."
"What? Of course I will. Hell, every time I even think about you being pregnant with my child." He paused to grin at her. "Erm, correction, children, I want you so much I can't think straight." To make his point he took her hand to touch his hardening length.
"Is that why-" he interrupted her.
"Yes." The intensity in his gaze held her transfixed as the room fell away, time stood still and they were the only two who had ever or would ever, exist. They began to move toward one another in predictable fashion when reality knocked politely and entered the room. Hermione snatched her hand back, blushing hotly, hoping the healer hadn't caught her feeling up her husband.
"Alright," said Stromwell, with a smirk at Sirius. He just grinned, unabashed by her discovery. Hermione caught the interchange and wanted to disappear. "This will feel a little cold." She poured a small amount of liquid into her hand and rubbed it on Hermione's belly. The healer studied the reaction of the potion, taking notes. "Fraternal." She cleaned the potion off of Hermione's belly. "Do you want to know the sex?"
Hermione glanced at Sirius who nodded. "Yes, please."
Another potion and another observation, this time taking longer. Hermione reached for Sirius who took her hand in his. Stromwell looked up from her work and smiled. "One of each."
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Hermione and Sirius returned home to find Remus, Tonks, Arthur and Molly waiting for them in the family room. The news of the attack had spread like wildfire while they were at St. Mungo's. Dawlish had returned to the ministry in a foul temper, frustrated at having his hands tied.
"Dawlish told us about that infernal law. The whole Department of Magical Law Enforcement is in an uproar over it," said Arthur tightly, watching his wife fuss over Hermione.
"Dawlish told us something else," said Tonks with a wild grin.
Sirius shook his head. "Not after this."
"What?" Remus looked at his friend in surprise. "Why?"
Sirius cleared his throat. "Hermione said something today that stuck with me." Hermione looked over at him, wondering what that was. "She said we need to change the law and she was right. Arthur, will you let Kingsley know that I need to speak with him about my hereditary seat." With her head lilting slightly to the side, Hermione smiled at him softly. He really would do anything for her. The reaction in the room was that of great surprise.
"Damn," said Tonks sadly. Sirius shot her a look of warning.
"What's wrong?" Hermione touched Tonks' hand.
There was still unresolved tension between the two witches. Tonks' hand twitched causing Hermione to draw back. "Nothing," she muttered.
The grandfather clock chimed, Hermione looked up to check the time. "Oh, god! The Daughter's is in an hour!"
"You're not still going," said Sirius incredulously.
"I have to," she returned, firmly. She wasn't going to argue this point.
"How about we share our news before you go get ready," he said resignedly.
"Oh, yes," she said, almost whispering.
"News?" Remus looked at Sirius curiously.
"While we were at St. Mungo's," said Sirius to the room, his eyes locked with hers. "We found out that we're having twins. A boy and a girl."
He tore his eyes away from her to look at Remus. His childhood friend was still the only one who could completely understand why moments like these scared Sirius. Happiness terrified him because he'd had so little of it and now that he did, he had trouble believing in it. Remus understood because he felt it too. In that moment of visual connection and reassurance Sirius was settled. His gaze slid back to Hermione who was waiting for him to return to her. "You better get ready, sweet."
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Hermione returned home a few hours later, thoroughly exhausted from her day, ready to fall into her bed and snuggle close to Sirius. She stepped through the fireplace into the living room to find Remus and Arthur were still there and had been joined by Kingsley. The four men stood as she entered, looking tired and worn out.
"How did it go," asked Sirius, taking her hand and guiding her to a seat next to him.
"I think it went well. I'll have to talk to Cliodna about a donation from the Queen Maeve Benefit Fund and then of course I'll need to talk thirty three witches into voting for F.L.E.M." She leaned into him heavily.
"I think we're good here," said Sirius to Arthur and Kingsley. "We can talk more next week." The two men said their goodbyes to Hermione only to find she had fallen asleep next to Sirius.
As soon as the men left Remus spoke. "If you go after Draco you will kill him. I know because if it were Dora I would, so let it alone."
"You should see the bruise, Moony. He kicked her!" Sirius' character changed completely. The dangerous, angry man who was allowed to slumber most of the time was roused into full wakefulness.
"I didn't know that," said Remus quietly.
"If I run across him I AM killing him. I'll transfigure him into a rock and dump him in the Black Lake." Sirius stroked her hair gently. "She could have lost the babies, hell, he could have killed her. What if she runs across him again?"
Remus said nothing for several long moments because he couldn't. He'd do the same and he knew it. "For the sake of your wife and children," Remus looked up at Sirius, meeting his eye. "Don't get caught."
"I won't."
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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews!
I have tried to keep my chapters to a week at a time, sometimes deviating to focus on a specific day or set of days in greater detail. Now I will be making larger jumps in time. I will be covering the events that happen over a month at least, perhaps more.