A/N: Hey everyone, I'm so sorry this took so long, and I know it's short. But bare with me. I wish I could say I got busy, and to some degree I did, but the majority of my wasted time lately has been the result of a new pairing I recently discovered I like. And therefore, I got writer's block with our dear Remus. I'm sorry my lovelies. This is mainly a filler chapter, I've been so nervous about writing about Hogwarts so I think I've subconciously been putting it off. But, I'm going to start working on it today, cause luckily I can write in my phone and collaborate that with my computer to post for all of you wonderful people who share this obsession with me. Well I'll leave you to your reading now, please review and rate-that really keeps me going and re-builds my excitement for this story every time I read them. Thanks everyone!
~Sophia White
Hermione awoke the next day alone in the library, a certain professor's coat draped across her legs where her robe didn't quite reach. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, sitting up to stretch. A steady steam of memories from the night before made their way to the front of her throbbing head. She sighed heavily and decided she needed coffee, pulling herself to her feet and making her way to the kitchen.
Upon entering she first noticed Sirius, one eyebrow raised at her, mid-sip of his own cup of brew.
"Yes?" Hermione asked, pausing momentarily under his scrutiny, then pulling a cup from the cupboard and began to pour hot dark coffee into it.
"If I do recall, Remus was walking out of that very same library you came in from," Sirius wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, looking up from the cup poised at his lips, "care to share something?"
She looked pointedly at Sirius, then rolled her eyes, adding cream and sugar to her mug and joining him at the table, "yes, I do. You have a very wonderful friend that granted me company and did not try to take advantage of me in my inhebriated state,"
"How boring, "he jokingly rolled his eyes.
Hermione scoffed, adding cream and sugar cubes to her beverage, "you could learn something from him, you know?"
"Yeah, how to be a boring, old git," Sirius murmured.
Hermione chuckled, joining her best-friend's Godfather at the table, "nothing happened, just accept it."
"Oh sure, just like nothing happened in the tub the other week," he stated lowly, yet Hermione still heard and proceeded to choke on her hot beverage.
"Wh-what did you say?" She sputtered, using a quick 'scorgify' to clean herself off.
"Nothing, dear," he chuckled, noticing Hermione's blush.
"Accio Practical Arithmancy," she summoned the library book and dug her face into the pages, causing Sirius to laugh.
'Today's August 31st,' she reminded herself, looking for any excuse to avoid the older man that day. After Sirius' failed attempts at conversation with the embarrassed teenager he retired to his room to shower. Hermione soon made her way to her room to pack her trunk full of clothes and books and school supplies. She decided to do this the muggle way to make more time pass, but when she finished she decided to run to Diagon Alley for quills and ink jars. It was about 6 pm and after a strong debate with herself she reluctantly decided to invite Sirius, thinking solely of the fact that the store she's visiting is next to the ominous Nocturn Alley. She changed into a pair of light blue jean cut-offs and a tank with an open, flowing cardigan, made her way to Sirius' bedroom door, and knocked.
The two returned shortly after and settled into the kitchen for dinner. Moony sent a letter via owl to inform them he wouldn't be able to join them. After making a simple meal of lasagna and garlic bread they sat at the table where Sirius decided to drill the young w witch on her life before magic.
"So, where did you buy ink and quills in the Muggle-world?" was his first question.
"Well, we don't use ink and quills in the Muggle-world. We use what is called a pen," she had just finished her sentence when Sirius oushed further.
"What's a pen?"
"It's like a quill and ink almost, but think of the quill as smaller, with no feather, and the ink is inside."
Sirius just stared at her now, a confused look set in his features.
Hermione sighed and pushed from her plate, half-way, gone at the table, "I'll be right back."
She returned with a small handful of pens in her hand and handed one to Sirius, "this is a pen."
Sirius moved the muggle writing tool around in his hands, clicking the bottom to push the pen-head out, then clicking it to make it disappear again. He then focused on the inscription on the pen, the same thing Hermione couldn't pull her eyes away from. In hand-written script the side of the pen read, "Granger Dentistry" followed by an address and phone number.
"Your parents?" he asked absent-mindedly.
"Yes," her voice was small when she replied, causing Sirius to look up at the girl and find tears brimming in her eyes.
"Hermione?" the older man asked for her attention.
Hermione looked up.
"We're going to find a way to restore their memory and reunite your family," his voice was stern, no room for argument.
Hermione nodded, but the tears then began to fall freely from her eyes.
Sirius moved around the table and sat next to the young witch. She let him pull her so that she was crying into his chest. He rubbed her back and let her grip his and cry. This girl was hurting. Far more then she'd ever likely to show in front of everyone. After a few more moments of this Sirius picked up the now shaking Hermione and carried her to her bed.
"But I have to clean-up the kitchen," she protested weakly, as he tucked her into the covers.
"I'll do it, love. You start school tomorrow, "Sirius chuckled, winked, and kissed her forhead before leaving the room.