So… that took longer than expected. Yes? I had a lot to do, including exams, it's been in the high 30's ferinheight(not the way to spell that) around here lately and hottness makes me tired (for obvious reasons), and other fics. I have the next chapter ready to go though so the more reviews I get the faster I'll update.

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Sirius and Hermione strolled down the streets of Hogsmead, stopping and laughing at all the new products that Hogsmead had to offer. Hermione was really starting to enjoy herself, it was nice to be back in Hogsmead. She had missed its many stores and pubs more than she knew, and it brought back memories of simpler times. She thought as she walked passed the sea of Hogwarts students mulling around the streets talking and laughing.

She looked over at Sirius and almost laughed, he looked like a kid in a candy shop, and about 10 years younger, as his eyes danced with happiness. They passed 'The Three Broomsticks' and he just about dragged her in. "Yes yes Sirius, I haven't had butter beer in a while either," Hermione exclaimed slightly annoyed.

"In 8 years Hermione?" Sirius said rolling his eyes, grabbing her elbow and guiding her into the pub. Hermione shrugged his arm off and walked on her own accord with a frustrated sigh. "I'm guessing your legs are feeling better then?" She asked.

Sirius walked past her and sat in one of the booths, "Oh, it wouldn't matter if I had two broken legs, and a purple pustule curse I always feel better in here…" His voice trailed off and Hermione sat down across from him and followed his gaze. Madame Rosa was bending down to pick up some glasses under the counter and facing the other way.

She then rolled her eyes, "You've been back less than 24 hours and your already eyeing the opposite sex." She tutted him. Sirius returned the eye roll with a wink, "Two reasons luv, not that I need them; number one Madame Rosetta and I have a very special relationship, which means she loves me to bits and number two, 24 hours is far too long." Sirius said smiling smugly, a look of triumph on his face.

Hermione let out a long wavering sigh and watched as Sirius made a fool of himself, "Oi Rose, miss me?" He yelled across the room. The bartender looked up with a start and turned around, with a start. A rosy colour true to her namesake flushed over her cheeks and nose.

Sirius turned to Hermione for a split second and mouthed an, 'I told you so' before turning back to his schoolboy crush. "S-Sirius Black?" She asked striding over to him. "The one and the same 'mam." Sirius said with a wide grin. Hermione mentally hit herself. This was going to be a long day.

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Sirius and Hermione bid Madame Rose farewell as they resumed their way through the streets of Hogsmead. Hermione was fuming, and finally she couldn't stay quiet "What are you thinking!" She almost yelled.

Sirius turned to her, "What do you mean?" he asked innocently. "Do you control my love life now?" He questioned further. Hermione blushed but stayed firm, "You haven't even showered and your already flirting up everyone you see. It's so typical!" Hermione exclaimed.

Sirius looked stunned. "Typical? You seem to be forgetting who you are talking to Hermione." He commented more than a little confused. "And for the record, I can't smell that bad." Sirius added sniffing the air in front of him.

Hermione only shook head. "I'm sorry it's just… ah never mind. We should head back anyways maybe then you can take a shower." Hermione said dully. She then apparated back to Grimuald Place. Sirius watched the spot she had apparated for a second before sniffing his arm shrugging and apparating back. Something was wrong, he wasn't sure what yet but something was bothering Hermione.

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When Sirius got back Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He walked across the empty house wondering where she was and finally decided to head to the bathroom and do what he had been repeatedly been told to do. He walked into his old bedroom and found a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved top, he assumed they were Harry's but they were slightly too big on him.

He took his new finds out of the bedroom and stopped as he passed the next bedroom over, it had been converted into what looked like a study. Hermione was sitting at a large mahogany desk, in front of her computer. Her head was in both her hands and she was staring down at the desk. She looked miserable.

Sirius watched her for a second as he leaned on the doorway and then shook his head, he told himself it wasn't the right time to have a conversation. Especially, if what both Remus and Hermione said about his um, lack of shower. He silently closed the door and walked down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door with a quiet click.

He got the shock of his life when he looked in the mirror; he looked younger than when he had last seen himself. Which he thought was thoroughly incredible. His hair was longer and his stubble had turned into a very short beard. Which of course wouldn't do, he decided with a shake of his head.

He then undressed and slipped into the shower. When he was finished he shaved and got dressed, feeling much better he even applied some of the cologne in the medicine cabinet. He strolled out of the bathroom whistling a little tune to himself, not bothering to notice the house was as quiet as the dead. He was wondering how to cheer up Hermione, as he ascended the stairs and noticed something pink and sparkly in the living room and stopped. A grin slid onto his face and he doubled back and walked around to the kitchen.

There he found about ten people huddled by the entrance to the living room. He took attendance with a swift glance before ducking back into the hallway. He heard some low whispers coming from the small group and the smile on his face spread even more. He then waltzed into the kitchen and cleared his throat loud enough to make the whole group jump.

"Who are we waiting for?" Sirius asked in a low whisper as he tiptoed over and crouched beside Remus. Mrs. Weasley squeeled. "Oh, Sirius, it really is you!" She exclaimed running over to him and giving him a hug. "Thought you could pull one on old Sirius huh? Thought I was getting to old to smell a prank a mile away?" Sirius asked pulling back with a cheeky smile on his face. He glanced around at all the faces in the room, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Remus and Tonks, Hermione, Ron who was now sporting a goatee and Dumbledore who was smiling softly.

"Of course not, just a few meters." Came a familiar voice from behind him. Sirius wheeled around and found himself facing the two identical twins, wearing glamours of non other but him. The twins and himself were identical in every way except he was the only one that wasn't sporting a large pie. "God." Sirius whispered taking a step back. Both twins tossed the pies with well-trained aim and Sirius jumped out of the way just in time. Landing Remus a pie in the face, the other pie hit the floor with a sickening splat.

Sirius let out a sigh of relief and sat up. He got a pie on either side of his face, from Dumbledore and Ron whom were both laughing along with everyone else. Sirius got up and magiked away the pies. "We knew you'd come back mate, can't keep a good pranker down." Both twins exclaimed in unison. Sirius laughed and got to his feet with some help from Remus.

"Ah I almost didn't believe it when Remus told me about you." Arthur exclaimed slapping Sirius on the back. "Already spreading gossip Rem? Might lead me to believe that you guys had nothing better to do." Sirius said cocking an eyebrow mostly in the twin's direction. "In honor of your triumphant return," One explained coming over to shake his hand. "We decided to dress to match." The second twin said patting him on the shoulder.

The likeliness to himself was truly amazing, from the stubble on his face to the voice. "Excellent!" Sirius exclaimed he then messed the twins and himself and then one of them asked, "Okay, which one is the real one?" All of them were wearing identical grins.

Half the group of on lookers moaned and the other half chuckled. "Mum and dad can't guess that would be cheating." The one in the middle exclaimed. "George…" Arthur said pointing to an empty space behind him. The middle Sirius walked forward changing into a red headed, grinning, twin. The other two Sirius's grinned even more madly.

Hermione watched this display with a smile playing across her face. She glanced over at George and caught his eye. He winked ever so slightly and Hermione almost gasped, it wasn't a twin, it was Sirius with a very well done glamour done on himself.

Hermione then glanced back at the other two who were now dancing and rolled her eyes she glanced over at Sirius again who was still in twin form and he held his finger to his lips, his eyes sparkled. She saw Dumbledore watching them through the corner of her eye and a small smile crept on her face slowly. A genuine smile was something she seemed to be doing very little of lately.

A bell rang out through the house and Mrs. Weasley snapped into action, that's the pot roast she mumbled and she sped out of the house. Both Sirius's began to chant 'Food' as they continued to dance. Finally Dumbledore flicked his wand and all the glamour's in the room were un-done. The lone twin was now back to a grinning Sirius and the Sirius twins were back to the Weasley twins who looked at each other with dismay before they looked up at Sirius and identical grins spread on their faces.

Everyone but Hermione and Dumbledore looked surprised and Ron shook his head and sat down on the couch. "Cheer up little bro." Fred said walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. Ron looked up at them with a sigh. "Yeah, have a Canary Cream." George added coming up on Ron's other side holding a custard filled tart.

Mrs. Weasly bustled in holding a carafe of gravy and levitating a large steaming pot roast to the table. Dumbledore gracefully took the gravy and placed it gently on the table before conjuring up the place settings and plates.

Everyone sat around the table as the smell of the delicious roast filled the room with the mouth-watering smell of food. The dinner conversation started and became a dull roar as everyone tucked in. Hermione sighed and took up her fork with less enthusiasm then she would have almost a year ago. Not to be gotten wrong Mrs. Weasley's cooking was always a treat but she never seemed to feel like she deserved it anymore. There were a lot of things she felt she didn't deserve anymore. She thought glumly as she stabbed at her roasted potato and looked at the decorations cheerfully donning the walls.

She looked up over the table and noticed Ron discussing his new facial hair with his mother who still wasn't pleased about the whole thing, she glanced over at Dumbledore who was sitting across beside Ron and was glancing down at his own beard, which he had tucked over his shoulder, for eating purposes, and smiling slightly.

She then looked over at Remus and Tonks, they were chatting avidly with Sirius who was laughing now. Mr. Weasley was talking to the twins about one thing or another. Hermione sighed and listened into some conversation before zoning out completely.

"Hermione? Hermione?" Hermione opened her eyes and saw Molly looking at her with concerned eyes. She realized everyone was done eating and had their dishes away. Most were avidly awaiting to finish so that they could have a good crack at Molly's delicious pudding.

Ron cocked an eyebrow curiously in Hermione's direction but she shook her head. "Just thinking." She explained shaking it off and sending her plate to the kitchen.

Dessert went quickly and everyone went home happy and full until finally only Remus, Ron and Sirius remained. The twins had to go home early because they had to open shop early the next day and needed their quote: beauty sleep.

All of them were in the kitchen enjoying a drink except Hermione who refused to get drunk and remained pleasantly sober. Everyone was describing the picture on the stairwell adamantly with Sirius who was laughing. "Dumbledore in overalls?" He managed to laugh. "He had a sock over his beard so that he wouldn't get paint on it! Because we were painting the muggle way you see, because dad wanted to know what it was like, and when he got word he apparated right out here all ready and knocked on the door. It was brilliant." Ron exclaimed.

"You'd bloody well think so then wouldn't you?" Sirius sputtered just about spilling his drink all over himself. Hermione laughed, "You should have been there Sirius honestly." She exclaimed with a chuckle. "I wish I had been." Sirius commented a little quieter, the mood in the room seemed to change automatically as the four friends took in the situation. They were all glad to see Sirius yes, but they had taken a long time to understand fully that he was gone. Even Remus who was there to witness that sad night had a hard time convincing himself that his best friend and fellow mauarder was gone.

Then Sirius stood up, and clambered onto the large wooden table they were sitting at, then he cleared his throat. "I. Sirius Black would just like to say I WAS NOT DEAD rather, I was a FISH. YES a fish in a tank of LIES!" Sirius stated before tripping off the table, getting up quickly and plopping himself back into his chair. The other three were quiet as they stared; then Sirius started clapping, the rest soon followed and Ron even let out a cheer before downing the rest of his drink and slamming the empty tankard on the table. What he didn't realize however was that the table was three inches from where he was going to slam his drink and the cup shattered on the ground. Ron let out a little cry of surprise.

"Ron! When did you get here?" Sirius asked looking surprised. The house roared with laughter except for Sirius who was in fact dead serious. Hermione stood up. "I think it's time we all went to bed." She said intending to intervene. Sirius's face fell. "But Ron just got here." He said disappointedly.

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Sirius woke with a start, a painful start. The hangover was huge, the biggest one he had had since; he groaned, in more than eight years. Memories flooded back to him and he curled himself up even further into the white linen sheets.

Footsteps echoed on the hallway's wooden floors and outside his room. LOUD footsteps. Then came a head splitting boom on his door and he covered his head with the sheets once more. Staring with contempt at the noisy door from beneath them. The door opened silently and a slender hand grasping a goblet and a piece of parchment came in and left him gifts before the hand retreated back from whence it came and the door closed with a deafening CLUNK.

Sirius lifted the sheet up and glanced at the new comers, he sniffed slightly and caught a hint of his own recipe of hangover healer and raised his eyebrows. Impressive Hermione. He then slowly made his way off his bad and onto the floor, before crawling over to the potion, plugging his nose and downing the entire thing. He sat on the floor a while waiting for the potion to kick in then picked up the parchment.

It blurred for a second as he tried to regain focus in the dark room and then the potion started to kick in. There were two pieces of parchment one was a letter from the ministry acknowledging that they had excepted Remus's proposal to enstate form B of the uncertain death clause which stated accidental come-back from above noted cause of uncertain death. Sirius scratched his head and summed up the paper to 'You're alive again in our eyes, sorry for the inconvenience.' It was signed by Minister Bones, this pleased him more than the confusing letter did.

The second piece of parchment was written in small neat scrawl, it was from Hermione. It said that she was sorry but she had been called into work that day and had to leave immediately.

Sirius got up onto his feet slowly and walked, well, stumbled out of the door. The world was a blur for a second before he blinked it away and descended the stairs and to the source of the alluring smell of coffee. It was a sunny spring day outside and Hermione had left the windows open in order to air out the large house. He could smell the fresh smell of laundry in the air and he watched as the woman across the road hung her towels and sheets on the line she had set up.

The house was bright and airy, potted plants lined the window sills and the white silk curtains poofed out as they filled with the fresh breeze. He walked into the kitchen and found the coffee set up in the carafe and raspberry jam on the counter. A smile quirked the edge of his lips as he thought about how sterile he would have envisioned Hermione's future house, eight years ago. He glanced around at the disarray of the kitchen, a green top was draped over a chair and half of it was on the floor. Burnt toast lay in the sink and a spilt mug of what looked like tea lay on the counter.

Sirius shook his head again and reached for the back pocket of the jeans he had fallen asleep in and took out his wand. With a few flicks the kitchen was back in order. Then he poured himself a cup of coffee and strolled back into the living room. He noted the muggle stereo in the corner and strolled over to it. Wondering vaguely what Hermione might listen to. He had some experience with records and CDs. Mostly because during his stint in school he did anything he could get his hands on that was even remotely muggle, to piss off his proudly pure blood mother.

Needless to say he found muggle music excellent and once he had moved out he had started a collection of his own. That collection soon turned into an obsession and he became an expert in such bands as the Beatles, Queen, Billy Idol and the Sex Pistols. Not that he didn't touch the other genres, he had most defiantly drabbled in everything he could get his hands on and often found himself tuning into muggle radio stations, especially when he had been left in hiding in Grimuald Place.

Then he remembered eight years had gone by and the new stuff he had been listening to was really old now. Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Everything had changed so much. He took a sip of his coffee and slowly pushed the play button on the machine. Music blasted through the surround sound so loud it made the whole house shake and made his hang over was back full blast. Quickly and jerkily he reached out and turned the knob for volume until the sound was bearable.

Okay, so James Blunt wasn't his cup of tea, damn, it wasn't even his cup of hangover potion. It was, however, something to drown out the quiet peacefulness of the morning. No matter how mushy it was. Then the song changed and Sirius just about spat out his coffee. Metal, heavy metal, Three Days Grace to be exact, Sirius thought to himself as he checked the display on the CD player.

Damn! The first song was just a distraction she likes rock! Sirius thought with a grin. He reached out slowly and started flipping through the disk and concluded that it was, in fact, brilliant. Depressing, but brilliant. He wondered suddenly whether she had turned to music after the war, no one had really talked much about it yet and he was slightly curious about what happened. He decided to ask Remus the next time he saw him.

Sirius got back to the first song, skipped it and started walking through the house, wondering what he should be doing with himself in an empty house. He then remembered that there was a computer upstairs and decided to investigate; coffee still in hand.

He entered the computer room, it too was messy, used tissues dotted the desk, with out a second thought vanished them before he moved the mouse that removed the screensaver. Again thanking his mother for his wonderful computer skills. The desktop was pretty standard and he decided not to snoop, it was Hermione. Then he realized one window had been left on the bottom task bar and he decided to take a look at what she had been working on. This is interesting…

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Hermione got home from another stressful day at Gringotts. The goblins weren't very accepting of the new method of vault guarding and she had been called in to help argue on behalf of the wizards working on the guarding spells. By the end of the day she wanted so send as many hexes as possible at the little freaks but had restrained herself just enough in order to get out of the door, grumbling something about having to deal with this on her own vacation time.

She dropped her bag on the ground and was about to sit down before she finally realized her CD player was on and playing HER MUSIC! She then remembered her house guest and looked around slightly frantic. She hadn't wanted anyone to know about her slightly odd music preferences. Most people associated that kind of music with leather clad chainbanger muggles and however un-fond she was with the stereotype she preferred to stay away from it regardless. Her position in the wizzarding world was more important than her music preferences, no matter how devoted to it she was.

She waved that thought out of her mind quickly decided that she needed to take a bath. Glancing around once more for Sirius she ascended the stairs.

Sirius popped out of her office with a grin on his face. "Someone's got an online boyfriend!" He exclaimed with a wink. Hermione frowned, then looked into her office and went chalk pale. She had forgotten to close the window and obviously she hadn't been betting on Sirius knowing how to work a computer.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked noticing her pale complexion. Hermione felt like she was going to faint.

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