Chapter Two

The anger she felt at that moment was that which she had never felt before,"What the hell are playing at!" she screamed. The other eaters in the café had turned to look at her.

"How dare you come in here and talk to me as of your actually him, as if I didn't watch him die in Harry's arms" She was in tears now.

He stared at her in bewilderment, "You…you really don't know who I am do you"

"All I fucking know is that you are not Sirius Black!" She was happy that Harry wasn't here to see this or he would react much worse than she had.

He leaned over the table, "Look" he whispered, desperately trying to get the attention off of them "you may not recognize me…but…I know who you are and I would never intentionally hurt you—ever." His eyes portrayed so much sadness that it was the only reason Hermione decided to listen to what he had to say.

He passed her an object and a letter. She began to open it. "Please don't!" He cried. He brought his voice to a whisper, "I beg of you, open it when you are alone at home."

She didn't know why, but the look in his eyes told her that she could trust him. "Okay" she stuttered. She felt a vague familiarity with him, "Is there anyway at all that I could know you?"

His reply was brusque, "I had hoped…No, you wouldn't recognize me"

She had to ask, "Will I ever see you again?"

He smiled wistfully, "Ms. Granger, I certainly hope so."

With that he got up and left.

Hermione sat in a stupor, she had no idea what had just transpired. Was he really Sirius Black? "No" she thought, she knew that he died. She had seen it! She had seen him die in Harry's arms!

Abruptly she thought of the dream she had last night. "What's your name she asked" he replied, "Sirius Black!"

Maybe…she thought to herself, he was the same as the person in the dream? She thought it impossible though, she didn't want to mix reality with a dream she may or may not have coincidentally had about her 'son'.

All she wanted to do now was to get home as soon as possible. She wanted to keep her promise to that man. She walked briskly through the crowded streets, bumping into people and hearing "watch were your going!" more and more frequently as she made her way home.

When she finally reached the flat she had rented in the heart of London with Ginny. She practically burst through the door. Nothing was going to keep her from this moment—except of course the presence of her roommate or anyone else.

She wanted to make sure she was alone, "Hello?" she called into the emptiness. Receiving no reply she hastily sat down on the couch and grabbed the letter.

She didn't notice the object the fell silently to the floor.

She opened the letter hastily.

Dear Hermione,

You probably won't recognize who this is… that s'okay because I am giving you a chance to see the life we may live you choose to come back to me. If you actually do use go through with this, I won't recognize you and we will start all over. But that is not nearly as important as having you in my arms again, to feel you, to wake up next to you—for that I would give up so much. The man who delivered this to you—his name is Sirius Black he is…important to us in the near future—past, depending on how you look at it. Hermione I can't say to much and can explain very little but I am telling you that if you choose to listen to my plea, to trust me, to have faith in me, then you will be rewarded—we will be rewarded together. Time is a complicated thing love, but our love, I have realized is timeless. I hope that you will give yourself the chance to realize the same.

I love you, I need you, I want you

Always,

Sirius Black

P.S. 3 turns should so the trick

Her first thought was: "What does this mean?"

She had no idea how long she had stared at the letter, she only glanced up when she heard a key in the lock. She quickly tried to hide the letter away, if she could not keep her sanity, she would at least keep her promise to the man who had delivered this to her. He was important.

Ginny, came in she look flustered, "Oh" she said surprised "I haven't seen you at home for—"

"Three days" Hermione said cheerfully, "But I took the day of and we need some quality bonding time.

Ginny didn't always see her best friend so she was definitely going to bond, "Sounds like a date to me! What do you want to—" She stopped speaking and abruptly reached down and picked up a small, gold object.

"Is this a time turner?"