The Truth Of A Certain Black Family Member

Chapter 2-

By: The Gryffindor Drummer

Recap of chapter 1:

With a soft POP, they were gone.

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When Hermione opened her eyes she saw that Harry had apparated them to the kitchen in Grimmauld Place.

"Harry! Hermione! It's so good to see you. It's been ages...alright, four weeks, but still," Sirius Black said. His face was full of joy. He walked over to the pair in the kitchen.

"Sirius! It's good to see you too," Harry said, before he gave Sirius a one armed hug. When they separated, Sirius looked at Hermione and saw bruises rising all around her face and arms. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. His face clearly read who ever did this to you is going to die a slow and painful death with my good mate MR. SPOON.

"Hermione, what happened to you? You look like you were just run over by a train. Or have you been walking into those muggle cars again?" he said, trying to make her smile. He gently laid his hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eye to see how she was feeling emotionally, because he could see how she felt physically.

"Sirius, I think that Hermione might want to get rid of those bruises. You don't happen to have a potion or a spell that could help do you?" Harry said, coming to Hermione's aid after her eyes flickered toward him for help. He could tell that she just didn't want to be touched at the moment, particularly since his had was on one of her cut up shoulders with a bruise. Sirius let go of Hermione's shoulder and turned to Harry with a worried look.

"No, but Snapes here. He might be able to make a potion to help heal her up. Or we could floo Madame Pomfrey," Sirius said. "Who did this to Hermione?" Harry looked at Hermione who was now standing next to him, instead of snuggled up to his chest.

"Harry will tell you in a minute. I just need to be out of the room. I don't want to hear it or talk about it," Hermione said. Harry kissed the top of her head while putting his arm around her shoulder a steering her out of the kitchen, not noticing the other people in the room besides Sirius.

Once Harry and Hermione got upstairs and into her room she had been given at Christmas Break last year, he helped ease her down onto the bed. He looked at her again.

"Hermione, I'll go downstairs and tell Sirius what you told me. Everything, from when it started up until this morning ok?" Harry said. Hermione nodded.

"Thanks Harry. Oh, and do you remember what my all-time favorite food is? She said with a slight smile on her face. Harry nodded. Of course he did, he would never forget it.

"Course. Strawberry ice cream with caramel topping and shaved chocolate on top," he said casually with a small smile of his own, before continuing. "I'll bring some up for you once I tell Sirius. Hey, do you want me to see if I can get Dumbledore to look for your real parents?"

"Thanks Harry. I think that I need to be alone for a bit, you know, sleep, cry, and go into a depression spiral, though not necessarily in that order. But once you tell them, can you come back up here," Hermione replied, her small smile still there. Harry nodded.

"Alright. It's good to see you still have your sense of humor," he said while grinning. His grin faded a bit, and he walked back over to her. He bent down and gave her a hug.

"It'll be alright. I promise," Harry said in her ear.

"Thanks Harry," she replied. He smiled and kissed her on her forehead before walking out of the door and going back downstairs. He entered the kitchen and all eyes went to him.

"Er...I suppose you all want to know what happened to Hermione...or is my fly open." Harry said. Nearly everyone in the room gave a little titter, before they all bombarded Harry with questions.

"What happened to Hermione?

"Who did that to her?"

"Will she be alright?"

"Why did you ask if your fly was open? You're wearing board shorts!"

"Okay, Okay! Hermione said that I could tell you, but once I tell you, you must promise not to ask her any questions about it for a while, or at least until she says that she is ready to talk about it. Clear?" Harry said before sweeping his eyes over the room, making sure that they all understood. And he glared at Fred and George for pointing out that he was wearing board shorts when he was trying to lighten the tension in the room that could easily have been sliced with a butter knife.

"I won't tell you until you promise," Harry said, slightly enjoying the one with all the power over the 30+ people in the room. After he heard a loud and resonating yes from everyone in the room, Harry nodded.

"Okay, I'll tell you then," he said.