Thanks to Dave for betaing this chapter in record time. Also for the writing tips. Those little bastards help.
Silver
Control
Angry tears streaked down her face as Hermione stormed her way into the sitting room, Batty following behind.
'Hermione! What the fuck was that?!'
The curly haired witch paced the room as Batty and Hooky's eyes followed her every move. Her shallow and rapid breaths the only sound in the room as Sirius' voice echoed in her head.
I will not fucking die protecting you!
Adrenaline coursing through her veins fuelled her anger. Restlessness demanding she do something. Hermione's body trembled and vibrated with barely contained rage.
She wanted to punch something. To scream out all her frustrations and to curse someone.
No. Not someone.
Sirius Black.
The damn Marauder who'd dared to interfere with her newly settled existence. Who'd destroyed her illusion of comfort and safety by crashing into her life with the force of a freight train. He'd successfully ruined the bit of peace she had found and she wanted nothing more than to make him pay for his intrusion.
'Hermione!'
A stinging jolt to her arm caused her to flinch and she rubbed at the spot as the pain spread. She stopped pacing as her gaze settled over the smaller witch and the house-elf stood at her side as items around them shook violently.
'Stop it,' ordered Batty.
Hermione shook her head as she began to pace once more. Heat raced down her back as falling tears continued to trail down her cheeks. Her fingers prickling. Palms tingling. Her anger building.
'Fucking control yourself!'
'Stop yelling at me!' she snarled as her magic flared.
Unlit candles burst into flame. Red orange fire that flashed blue and purple gave life to dancing shadows on the walls. Something broke in the kitchen and the noise abruptly stopped. There was a moment of complete silence before chaos erupted around them once more.
The young witch slammed her eyes shut and bit her lip as the sounds around her multiplied. She struggled to think as potion ingredients moved no further than the tip of her tongue. The glass door behind her shook harder, emitting a loud bass as its metal frame creaked.
'Miss Hermione should breathe!'
She couldn't stop it. There was too much noise.
'Please stop,' she begged, her anger morphing into fear.
I will not fucking die protecting you!
'Batty.'
'-Don't make me curse you!'
They needed to stop talki- they weren't helping. Everyone was too loud. They were yelling and the noise was too mu-
'Shut. UP!'
Her gut clenched painfully as her body found its own way to release all her pent-up emotions. Her temple throbbed, her lungs burned and she felt weightless seconds before her dormant magic crackled out of her.
All noises within the room stopped. Everything within a few feet of her was rendered mute though they continued to shake.
Her belly cramped and she choked back a sob as the room spun and she swallowed thickly. She felt drained and weak kneed. She was clammy and cold sweat mixed with her heated tears. The brightness of the room too much for her sore eyes and aching head.
Hermione glared at the still burning candles. Their flames higher than what could be deemed safe. Their colours other worldly. Wild and uncontrolled. Just like her magic.
The young witch raised her hand and with a hasty, sweeping motion the candles blew out in a vortex of roaring flame.
She turned to Batty and found the old witch staring at her. Pale, sea green eyes wide and bright.
Anger satisfied, quiet surrounding her, her mind was able to clear. With it, her physical aches became more prominent. Hermione fought the urge to vomit as the room tilted around her. Large, cold and calloused hands pulled at her, guiding her to the nearest seat.
The silence continued and she looked up to find Batty pointing her wand at her own throat. Her mouth opening and closing as she tried to speak but no sound came out.
The curly haired witch shut her eyes and began to count. By the time she reached thirty the sounds had returned, when she reached seventy-three, all the rattling had stopped.
'I need to talk to Dumbledore,' she said to no one in particular as she stood.
The tiny witch nodded. 'Okay. We'll send him an owl and ask hi-,'
'-No. He's seeing me. Now.'
Batty's white eyebrow shot upwards as her eyes sparkled. 'He's a busy man Hermione.'
'I don't care,' she replied.
The brunette was well beyond caring in fact. Once again her life had been uprooted and turned on its head. She wasn't going to sit quietly by and allow it. Not this time. Not anymore.
'He doesn't have a choice,' she said, her open hand directed towards the small elf. 'He's seeing me whether he wants to or not. Hooky, take me to the Headmaster's office.'
Hooky hesitated. The small house-elf shifted from one foot to another his big, floppy ears wiggling. He was clearly uncomfortable with the request. Again, she didn't care.
She snapped. 'Hurry up!'
He jumped and had she been in her right frame of mind, she may have felt guilty but as it stood, his anxiety only worked to annoy her further. Hooky quickly made his way towards her. Batty watched, her face blank.
Hermione reached for Hooky's hand and turned to the witch as she spoke. 'We'll be back soon.'
The older woman nodded, 'I'll start preparing tea. It'll be ready when you get back.'
As the tiny witch moved towards the kitchen, Hooky squeezed her hand. 'On three Miss Hermione. One, two, three...'
With a deep breath, she felt the tell-tale sign of Apparation as darkness pulled at her and the crack of air rushing in to occupy her vacant space, rang in her ears.
Pressure closed in around her and though it was a familiar, her heart still beat a little faster. The realisation that it had been a long time since she'd Apparated came quick and panic threatened to build and spill over as the seconds passed. Hermione fought the urge to open her eyes. Her chest was burning with the need to take in oxygen, pressure within her lungs building as she fought the instinct to breathe. It was with a deep intake of air that she met the blissful feel of hard stone beneath her feet.
'What the bloody hell?!'
Hermione turned towards the voice and her jaw unhinged with shock at the woman before her.
Minerva McGonagall, caught completely unaware, had managed to stand and aim her wand at her while still holding onto her tea. The elder witch's mouth open as her eyes ran the length of her and moved from her to Hooky.
The two women stared at each other and though the older woman's younger appearance registered all Hermione could think was, Did the Professor just swear?
'Hermione, what a pleasant if unexpected surprise.'
The younger witch turned to the Headmaster sat behind his desk. Dressed in light grey, satin robes, glasses edging the tip of his nose, he was not at all shocked by her sudden appearance. If anything he looked amused. Her anger spiked.
'We need to talk.'
A single white eyebrow twitched as he nodded at her. His face perfectly blank. From the corner of her eye she saw Professor McGonagall's mouth fall open with an indignant gasp, no doubt shocked by the venom she'd heard in Hermione's voice.
'Of course. Minerva if that is all? I have an important and spontaneous meeting to attend.'
'What?!' The older witch gaped as she turned to the powerful wizard, wand still aimed at her chest. 'What the hell is going on here Albus? Who is she and how the hell did she just Apparate in here?!'
'Minerva, please.'
The stern witch, too surprised by the turn of events, stood rooted to the spot. Anger flashed through the woman's features as her mouth set into a firm and familiar line, nostrils flaring. With a reluctant nod, the witch stored her wand and set down her cup. Calculating eyes passed between her and Dumbledore.
'I'll be in my office should you need me,' she said to Dumbledore, dark eyes trained on her.
Hermione didn't look at the older witch, her unexpected presence too much like a shock of ice sliding down her back. It'd brought her back to the present and she suddenly remembered who she was, whom she was going to confront and what it meant. Intimidation settled at the pit of her stomach. Possibly dread.
Black robed and straight backed, the Scottish woman made her way out of the room shutting the door behind her with an audible click but not before sending them all a suspicious look.
'I shall pay most dearly for that.'
The curly haired witch turned to face the powerful wizard. His pleasant and conversational tone grated on her nerves and her hands curled into fists. There was a small cry by her left knee. Hermione quickly released her hold on Hooky, apologetic eyes looking down at him.
'I'm sorry,' she said to the small elf.
Hooky shook his head. 'No sorry needed Miss Hermione. I'll be helping down at the kitchens, you calls when you's done yelling.'
Hermione squared her shoulders after Hooky Disapparated and turned to the wizard who sat behind his stately desk, studying her with an infuriating twinkle in his eye.
'You've had me followed,' she said without preamble or hesitation.
Dumbledore continued to watch her before nodding slowly. 'I have.'
A new jolt of anger coursed through her and she rejoiced in it. The reckless confidence it gave her would guarantee she saw her point through. A familiar prickle began at her core and it took all her strength to stomp it down. It wouldn't do to lose control. As it was, the pain in her head was becoming unbearable. Anymore magical outbursts and she'd be stuck in bed for days again. Hard eyes met his.
'And you didn't think to tell me?'
Bright blue eyes scanned her face and for a fraction of a second, Hermione thought she'd seen his eyes flash with some odd emotion. His lips twitched behind steepled fingers and she fought the urge to rage at him.
'At the time I felt that it was for the best that you not know.' He watched her for a second before asking her the damn question she'd asked herself earlier, 'Do you think I made a mistake Hermione?'
No. She didn't think he'd made a mistake but that didn't lessen the fact that she should have been told. It was her life being toyed with. Her life he was manipulating and controlling with the skilful hands of a puppeteer. She deserved to have control of her own decisions and to be made aware of the choices that affected her and those around her.
Yes, she needed protection but she would have still liked to know about it. She would have appreciated being kept informed. After all, no one liked having information kept from them.
Tell me who you are you bitch! I will not fucking die protecting you!
The spots where Sirius had grabbed her suddenly throbbed as a hint of sympathy bloomed in her chest, quickly replaced by self-hatred. She didn't want to feel anything towards the abusive arse. Hermione understood his need for answers a bit more now but that didn't mean she was pleased about it or that she'd agreed with his methods. As it was, she felt dirty for that momentary slip of compassion.
'Does it matter what I think?' she asked through barely moving lips. 'I was under the impression that my feelings meant nothing.'
The Headmaster refused to be goaded or pulled into her line of questioning.
'You're angry with me.'
Brown eyes turned to slits. 'Nobody likes being lied to.'
'I didn't lie.'
'No. You just kept vital information from me, which may as well be the same thing!'
Hermione tried to tame the tirade threatening to escape but it was hard. His unrepentant demeanour told her everything she needed to know: He had known she'd be upset and he hadn't cared.
'I thought it best for all parties involved that you remained unaware,' said Dumbledore calmly.
'It's my life,' hissed Hermione, taking a step towards him. 'I should know more than anyone else.'
He didn't say anything, just continued to watch her with that same blank look full of infinite patience. Her temple throbbed and Fawkes let out a quiet squawk.
'Would you have been able to handle it Hermione? The knowledge that you were being followed and watched at a time when simple eye contact was beyond you?'
Hermione licked her lips. He was right and she knew it, but still. He had no right to do what he pleased with her life.
Her palms tingled and she wanted nothing more than to have him feel like she did. She hated the reasonable part of her that knew he was right. She grudgingly accepted his reasoning. She absolutely loathed herself for seeing his point and she hated him for making her see it. All of this led back to him, she realised with a sudden jolt. He had requested a Time-Turner for her. He had to have been the reason it was never cleared. He was the one hiding secrets. Always hiding, always manipulating and she was just one of his many pawns.
'It was not your choice to make,' she said through clenched teeth.
His calm and soothing tone didn't change, 'I disagree.'
Her thinly held control snapped and the candles flared. The older wizard didn't so much as blink when the flames began to crackle.
'It's not your life,' she growled, her voice trembling with rage. 'It's mine Dumbledore. Mine and you have no right!'
'It's not just your life Hermione, not anymore.'
Her hands shook and she fought back stinging tears, fingertips trembling, chest heaving. The brunette shook her head and brown curls danced. She hadn't come here for this. She hadn't wanted to hear this from him. Not these truths she'd ignored with a religious fanaticism. Hermione knew her life was no longer her own. She may have known it the second she set foot in this cursed time, that didn't mean she wanted to hear it.
'-I'm allowed respect!'
'Respect yes, but not complete trust.'
The brunette swallowed a painful lump as silver items behind him rattled and the room spun. Her right hand twitched and instinctively curled in search of an invisible wand. She became aware of her actions only after his eyes fell on her hand. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
'I deserve both.'
The Headmaster's tone had yet to change. 'You've earned neither.'
Hermione blinked and her next words died away, long before they were fully formed. Betrayal, hurt and anger flooded her. Something must have shown in her face because the older man lowered his penetrating gaze. That small act infuriated her further. She didn't want his guilt or worse, his pity.
'And you have?' she barked, eyes blazing and rimmed with angry tears.
'No, I most certainly have not,' he answered with a shake of his head. Bright eyes sought her own, 'Forgive me Hermione. That was uncalled for. It has been a long day and my temper has grown short. I apologise.'
She didn't say anything. Her mind reeling from the ugly truth of his previous statement. Once again Albus Dumbledore was right and yet again, Hermione had forgotten her situation.
She felt so incredibly foolish. All this time she'd been expecting nothing less than the level of treatment given to her before while overlooking very important details: This Dumbledore didn't know her and she'd done nothing to earn his respect or to gain his trust.
Whatever regard he'd hold for her didn't exist yet. She'd mistakenly assumed that it wouldn't be any different but clearly, she had been very wrong.
This was not the same man she had known ... and she'd forgotten that.
When Hermione looked at him she saw a hybrid between the wizard she had known and the man she had recently met, in a singular body. She had assumed and expected him to know her when it couldn't be the further from the truth. The powerful wizard knew nothing of her past - his future - and therefore saw her as nothing more than a mission, possibly a threat.
Her belly ached with sudden clarity.
'Is that what this is about?' she asked, fists clenched. 'You've had Sirius and Remus follow me to keep an eye on me?'
White eyebrows twitched at the two Marauder's names.
'Not at first,' he answered. 'I confess that in the beginning it was for your safety but it soon became evident that your actions were better monitored. You have a certain air of independence that coupled with your obvious intelligence, could only be construed as a threat Hermione.'
The brunette bit her lip hard. So that's it, she thought, he wants me accounted for at all times and well under his thumb.
'I'm not dangerous,' she spat, a hollow ache burning in her chest.
The sense of betrayal she felt grew and a traitorous tear fell. She quickly wiped it away.
'Forgive me my dear, but you are.'
The level of certainty in his voice gave her pause. He really believed that and though she hated to admit it, it hurt. The pain itself was unexpected and Fawkes trilled from somewhere above them. A comforting heat settled over her, soothing her throbbing head and aching heart. She licked her dry lips and had to steady herself before speaking.
'I don't want them following me anymore,' said Hermione, her voice shaky. 'Get someone else I don't care who but not the Marauders.'
'You have no say in this Hermione.'
Silver trinkets clanked and books behind him toppled over with a lazy flop.
'I have more right than you,' she growled, her body trembling with sudden rage.
The windows shook and the paintings of long dead Headmistresses and Headmasters grumbled, stating their obvious displeasure at having their frames bang against the stone wall. She was sore all over and her body felt strained from holding back.
The curly haired witch glared. 'I want them gone by tonight!'
The older wizard remained calm and she hated him for it.
'It is not your place to make demand-,'
'-It's my life!' she yelled, her chest heaving. Sight blurred from heavy tears that she refused to let fall. 'And you have no right making decisions for me! You want me followed? Fine. But I won't tolerate them following me one second longer!'
'It has to be them.'
The pounding in her head returned. Fawkes' song no longer effective.
'Why?' she asked sharply.
'Because I now know they can be trusted.'
His response was so ridiculously unexpected that she huffed a laugh. It was completely void of all humour.
'What you know Dumbledore could fill a cup.'
Blue eyes flickered in the candlelight and his long beard twitched. For the first time, his cool facade fell and he looked almost dangerous. Hermione blinked and the look was gone, his expression once again neutral. Blank.
'I saw Remus and Sirius in your memories,' he explained, calm and comforting again. 'Older and haggard but very much loyal. At this time, surety of one's loyalty is rare. My Order members are brave and powerful but very much human and easily manipulated. You, my dear, are far too important to place under just anyone's care. Knowing that the Prewetts will die for our cause made my choice easier: I felt confident in their sincerity to protect you. That they knew of you helped. Unfortunately, we are at war and they are two of our best fighters. Gideon specialises in mission planning you see and Fabian is a master at charms - they are vital members. Alastor, doubly so ... I needed others to look after you when their services were required, which soon became frequently. Protection for you during such times is important but difficult to decide upon because your safety would then become compromised. What I needed was trustworthy Order members whom I knew were loyal to the very end and that is when I recalled two familiar, able-bodied members. I'd seen them talking to you alongside a teenage boy who resembles a close friend. They called him Harr-,'
Her magic reacted almost instantly. Windows rattled and books flew off bookcases. Shaking items clanked to the stone floor and torches flared to life with blood red fire.
'-DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM!' she roared, all self-control gone. 'DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT HIM TO ME!'
Dumbledore once again didn't react and it only infuriated her more. How dare he be so calm, so quiet when he had no right to be? Hermione wanted nothing more than to hear remorse and shame in his voice, to receive an apology and agreement to do as she demanded - but not this.
Not to have logic and reason as his weapon of choice. Or to have Harry's name casually mentioned, like he was just another random person with a random name when he'd been anything but.
I'd been expecting too much, she thought bitterly.
'You think you have everything under control,' spat Hermione. Palms tingling. Her fingertips prickling. 'You have no say in anything Dumbledore and nothing you do will change that. You're no different than me, the only difference lies with your delusions of power. You sit there behind your desk, making plans, toying with lives for The Greater Good but at the end of the day you're just a man. A man who makes mistakes with an illusion of free will. Ariana and Grindelwald were just the beginning of your failures Dumbledore but I'll be damned if I become another casualty! I'm not yours to manipulate and I won't let you do to me what you did to Harry!'
Her voice caught in her throat as the enormity of her words slammed into her.
All noises stopped. Her magic ebbed and Hermione held her breath.
Warm tears caressed the edge of her open mouth, frightened eyes stared at the powerful wizard who was suddenly very alert and piercing her with a look she didn't care to identify.
She saw the question in his eyes and her stomach clenched.
Who's Harry?
The young witch shut her eyes as she fought the urge to flee. No longer interested in yelling, she wanted nothing more than to escape the Headmaster's overwhelming presence.
Hungry. He'd looked hungry.
She tasted bile at the back of her throat. The young witch flinched when he cleared his throat.
'I will release Remus and Sirius immediately if that is what you truly want. I only ask that you reconsider your stand on this. They are powerful and can be trusted at a time when our options are limited.'
As sound as his explanation had been, it wasn't good enough. They had to be removed from guarding her. Their lack of trust in each other and failed decisions played too grand a part in the story that was to become Harry Potter's destiny.
The Marauders had to grow apart. Remus had to suspect Sirius. Sirius had to suspect Remus. Wormtail had to betray them. The Potter's had to die and Harry had to become a Horcrux.
The future had to unfold as planned.
A long forgotten memory came to mind. Of her and Harry sitting underneath a tree, watching from afar as their hours-younger selves fought with the Whomping Willow before disappearing under its shallow path as Harry's Invisibility Cloak lay forgotten on the ground. Harry had been eager to grab the cloak but she'd held him back. Within minutes the Headmaster and Fudge had passed them, soon followed by a drunken Hagrid.
If that day had taught her anything, it was that everything happened for a reason.
'I want them gone.'
The Headmaster nodded. 'Very well. I'm afraid however, that this leaves me with a reduced number of Order members whom I can trust to guard you. As I've mentioned, those charged with your care are high ranking members with immense value to our cause.'
Her head ached, a dull pain building behind her eyeballs.
'Batty thinks you have other measures in place to protect me besides my guard.'
The man nodded, unabashed. 'She would be correct.'
'In that case, I suggest one Order member and as a precaution I could begin carrying a Portkey with me.'
The Headmaster nodded.
'Yes, that had been an option at one point but there were too many variables and what ifs to consider with that plan. Several things could go wrong and the best defences will always lead back to a skilled duellist.'
Hermione turned to the window, brown eyes taking in the inky blackness with a sense of wonder that made her feel small. When she left Godric's Hollow the sun had just begun to set, here the night had long ago staked its claim.
'Is there a specific reason why you don't want them watching over you Hermione?'
And there it was, an opening to reveal her secrets. The chance to tell the truth and be vindicated and saved from any sense of guilt.
She was tempted. So very tempted to open her mouth and cleanse her soul. To rid her mind of the constant fear that plagued her and to have her burden become his because she knew it would have. As sure as she was that she didn't belong here, she was more so sure of the fact that he would act and relieve her of all this unwanted responsibility.
Isn't that what she'd been saying to herself all this time? That the world's burden was not her weight to bear?
But perhaps it is, her mind countered. Maybe it was her responsibility to keep quiet and see it all through. Her world was all the better for any and all sacrifices made and one mistake could unravel it all.
'No,' she finally answered, her voice quiet as the world's weight once again settled on her tired shoulders. 'There's no reason at all ... They just make me remember things. Things I'd rather not think of.'
He didn't believe her, the silence that followed her statement evident of the fact but she didn't care. If she was honest with herself, she wanted him to see through her lies. Perhaps then he'd ask her his question again and she'd answer honestly, relieving herself of her heavy burden.
Except he didn't. He didn't ask and the world's weight suddenly felt heavier.
'Very well Hermione, if that is all?'
She left Hogwarts with a feeling of failure. She had accomplished what she'd wanted but gained no satisfaction. Hermione felt like she had achieved nothing. The young witch felt much like she had during her capture, when she'd begged for water; her thirst, unquenched.
'You look shit,' said Batty.
'Thank you,' replied Hermione as she made her way towards the stairs.
She needed sleep, the dull throbbing in her head had become too much and she was tired. It'd been such a long day.
'Wait!'
Hermione stopped mid-step, half-way up the stairs when she turned to look down at the tiny witch.
'What happened?' she gleefully asked. 'Did you yell at him?'
Hermione shook her head at the wide smile on Batty's face as soft green eyes sparkled. Too tired to be annoyed at the older witch's antics, she sighed as she sat on the step, her legs aching.
'Yes,' she breathed out, pressing down on her eyes, taking pleasure in the momentary release of pressure. Migraines were weird. 'I got what I wanted. Sirius and Remus won't be following me anymore.'
Batty's eyebrows shot upwards. 'He agreed?'
She nodded, pulling herself up and making her way up the stairs again. 'Yeah.'
'But - wait! What do you mean? What did he say?'
The older witch's steps followed her and Hermione fought the urge to cry. She was so tired.
'Sirius and Remus are gone, I'll have one guard and carry a Portkey with me.'
She opened her door as Batty stopped at her side.
'Just like that? No argument, no reason, no ulterior motive just ... yes?'
'I guess,' she mumbled, tired eyes staring at her bed.
'Alright, yeah.'
The young witch stepped into her room and shut the door behind her.
'I'm going to go talk to Albus Hermione,' Batty said through the closed door. 'Nothing about this sits with me!'
Hermione threw herself onto her bed, a pleased sigh escaping her as the cool softness settled over her. She opened her mouth to call out a reply but her words failed her as merciful sleep pulled her under.
'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'
What he'd said to Hermione came to mind. Lots.
Sirius wondered how true that was as Remus glared at him. The werewolf vibrated with anger. How much longer before Remus decked him? Amber eyes flashed gold with the last rays of light peaking over the horizon. Not long.
He didn't blame Moony. He'd gone too far. That was for damn sure.
What the fuck?
She'd pushed him too much and he'd snapped. It was her fault if she'd just backed off...
He deserved to be punched.
'Are you fucking stupid?!'
Possibly. Maybe. Yes.
'What the fuck were you thinking attacking her like that?'
He hadn't been thinking. With her choking and … ignoring him! She didn't give him answers and - he was losing it. He was finally losing it and soon enough he'd turn into Benjy and that'd be it.
He could've hurt her. Really, really hurt her. If it hadn't been for her magic and Remus he might've ... Fuck! He didn't know what he might've done. He didn't know and that scared the fuck out of him.
Fuck this war. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd find a way to convince the others to come with him. They'd all set off and never come back and fuck this war, he was done. It was too much.
'Pads!'
He blinked. He'd been staring at Moony. He shook his head once before walking away. Back towards his post at the end of the street.
'Sirius! What the fuck...?'
His feet dragged, his neck was sore and aching. It hurt to swallow. His hands shook and his head throbbed. Remus' eyes were trained on his back.
He'd wanted to hurt her.
He was finally losing it.
Madness had always run rampant in his family. A penchant for violence was practically a birth right and for all his hard work to run away from his name, he was turning out like them after all.
You'll always be a Black, cousin. Nothing can change that.
The hours passed by and he didn't realise it until a set of ginger heads appeared next to him. The Marauder hadn't heard them approach, too lost in his own thoughts.
First he'd assaulted the girl he had promised to protect and then he'd let down his guard. He really was shit at this. Sirius had never struck a woman, not even Bella despite the temptation, but this time ... he'd wanted to. Fucking hell, he'd wanted to. Would he have been able to stop himself? He didn't know. Fuck - He didn't know.
He had to be removed from this mission. It was too hard. No, too easy. Maybe that's why it had him on edge. If Sirius had learned anything while fighting this damn war, it was that nothing was this simple.
Except in battle where choices were simple: fight or die.
Here though, there were no clear options and he didn't know how to handle the normalcy of it. You couldn't just go from fighting for your life one day to standing still and doing nothing the next. You couldn't. All he knew was paranoia at this point and really, he wasn't so much as guarding her as he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
'Remus? Is that you mate?'
Sirius flung off the cloak and the bloke's warm greeting turned ice cold within seconds. Gideon then. Sirius groaned. He was not in the mood to mock the antagonising bastard. Not today. He was liable to snap again.
'Hurry the fuck up Black. Moody wants to speak with you.'
He didn't respond. Sirius had never got on with the orang-utan. From the word go, in fact. No real reason behind it, just cos. Whereas he and Fabian had become instant mates.
Sirius glared at the shorter prick and shoved the invisibility cloak into the man's chest, making sure to add enough force to it that the orange twat stumbled.
The older wizard glared daggers at him and Sirius saw the bloke's left hand twitch. He smirked at the bastard before walking away, making sure to bump his shoulder.
'Watch it arsehole,' growled the ginger nuisance.
He could hear Remus behind him and Sirius inwardly groaned knowing what was coming.
'Pads.'
He sped up a bit after he turned the corner.
'Sirius.'
Blossom Grove appeared in the distance and he fought the urge to run towards it.
'I'm fucking talking to you!'
Remus' footsteps were getting closer, trapping him.
'Stop!'
The garden gate was cool to the touch. He opened it as he moved past the house's stinging wards. He made his way towards the back of the house through a separate gate and entered the garden. Clearly magical, the large garden walls were far from visible as they surrounded a Quidditch field sized garden. Filled with colourful plants, both magical and Muggle alike, the garden was beautiful and quite peaceful but it was the trees themselves that had given this Potter home its name. Cherry Blossom trees danced in the summer breeze as roses and other flowers swayed near his feet. A wave of colour that he didn't pay attention to as he briskly walked towards the farthest corner to stand beneath cascading branches of soft pink. The only Apparation point located within the village, it had been created by Dumbledore for the use of those guarding Hermione. Sirius turned on the spot the second Remus pulled aside the falling branches.
He smelt the rain and wet earth long before he felt the drizzle hit his skin. The canopy of trees above protecting him somewhat as he walked towards his cabin. Every so often large drops of collected rain would fall on his head and shoulders. The cold water not all together uncomfortable as the heat of Godric's Hollow lingered on his skin.
Sirius heard a crack of Apparation behind him and without conscious thought, took off at a run. Heart racing, hands shaking, he struggled to breathe as he stumbled his way through the rapidly darkening woods.
He felt like prey as Remus chased after him. His panting breaths loud in his ears as the odd swishing of leaves followed in his wake.
'Sirius! Fucking STOP!'
The wizard flinched at the noise and hid behind a tree trunk, ducking his head instinctively as he reached for his wand. Cries of pain and fear reverberated around him. The air thick with magical residue, smoke and the scent of blood. Sweat pooled on his upper lip. Sirius clenched his fist around his wand and held his breath, ready and waiting.
The scent of blood and beast intensified and mixed with the distinct earthy smell that were his woods. The young Marauder shut his eyes, letting his head drop against the tree trunk steadying him. The familiar odours centered him and Sirius loosened his grip as Remus' heavy footsteps stopped. The werewolf's breaths loud as he fought the overwhelming urge to run away. He could feel Remus watching him. Sweat ran down his back.
'I thought you weren't scared,' mocked Remus.
Grey eyes shot open and he glared at the taller wizard.
'Fuck you,' he growled.
The tall bloke chuckled, amber eyes glittering.
'What's wrong Pads? Scared of the big bad wolf?'
He didn't reply. Sirius pushed against the tree and studied his surroundings, searching for a familiar landmark between the tall trees and mossy ground. To his left, he found a huge boulder and automatically knew where he was. They were thirty or forty minutes away from the cabin. How fast had he been running?
'So what excuse do you have for that shit back there? Cus we both know you'll try and find one. It's what you do. You cock up and then bullshit your way out of it.'
He didn't turn to look at Remus when he began walking. He had nothing to say and he didn't need a sermon. He already knew he'd fucked up. Remus didn't need to point it out.
The black haired wizard glared into the distance when he heard the werewolf follow him. He bit down on the back of his teeth when the bloke began to speak, his voice casual and damn near cheerful.
'Proud of yourself mate?'
Sirius turned his head away from the bloke, fighting down the urge to snap at him. He wasn't going to be goaded by the bastard. The dog animagus kept his brisk pace as the light began to fade.
'-I mean, you did just manhandle a defenceless, scared girl.'
He walked faster and clenched his fists when Remus did the same. Wishing the werewolf would just fuck off.
'Did I tell you she's Muggleborn?'
With a huff and a glare, Sirius jumped over a fallen tree stump and stumbled when his foot caught on a branch.
Remus on the other hand didn't struggle. He heard the lanky wizard snicker and the temptation to flatten him grew.
'That day I followed her to the shop? I heard her talking to Mr. Levi. She mentioned being Muggleborn.'
The black haired wizard tripped again and he spun around to glare at the unknown object. Grey eyes scanned the pitch black ground but found nothing. Moony quietly laughed.
He turned towards the werewolf and glared in his general direction, at what he assumed was his face. Sirius couldn't be sure however as Remus' features were darkened by shadows.
'Is that supposed to scare me?' he laughed and Sirius' anger flared.
He growled under his breath, both annoyed at himself and furious with the idiot questioning him.
Sirius closed his eyes and focus his magic inwards. His skin tingled and his magic hummed as he shifted. Within moments, the darkness faded away morphing into light grey tones. He saw everything. Smelt everything. He heard a creature scuttle somewhere in the distance, a hoot of an owl rang in his ears and he licked his chops at the sudden smell of raw meat.
A wild odour reached his nose then, muting everything else. Blood and animal. A pungent musk that set him on edge. The large dog turned towards the source and Padfoot growled. He found Remus glaring right back, his head tilted and alert. Eyes glittering, unblinking as he studied the dog's every move. He looked ready to pounce.
His ears flattened against his skull. Teeth bared, he continued to growl as he bent his feet, ready to protect himself. Padded feet, light upon the mossy earth, took several slow steps backwards and away from the suddenly alert werewolf.
He shifted back when there was enough space between them. Remus' demeanour didn't change. He eyed him like you would a threat. At least he'd now know if Remus did decide to attack him. His transformation did what he'd expected it to and he could now see in the darkness, Padfoot's enhanced senses having transferred over to his human half, if only momentarily.
'Don't do that again,' warned Remus, his voice low and threatening.
'I couldn't see,' he said, his own voice steady and measured. 'I needed to transform.'
Remus didn't say anything else, but he felt the tension in the air begin to ebb. It still felt volatile though. His eyes moved upwards towards the night sky, searching.
'It's behind you. Two more days.'
He nodded, 'I know.'
Sirius turned to and began walking away, his steps no longer dangerous. The danger now lay in the footsteps following him. He didn't run but he wanted to. It was some time before Remus started his tirade again. They were minutes away from his home.
'Do you know the best part of all of this?'
He should've kept walking. He knew he shouldn't have turned back around but he did. His damn curiosity got the best of him and he turned to face his fellow Marauder. The first thing that registered was the werewolf's grin void of all humour, quickly followed by glowing, amber eyes.
Sirius raised a black eyebrow in question and Remus' smile broadened into a condescending smirk and he clenched his fists.
He would not hit the bastard.
Remus can't help it, he told himself. The full moon was two days away and this wasn't him. The Marauders had realised ages ago that the closer it was to the full moon, their usually quiet and gentle friend turned into a blunt and aggressive arsehole with little to no inhibitions or fear. With the war however, he'd become something else - More. His anger intensified. His mouth ran away from him. His paranoia increased. He became almost animalistic in nature. Just more. Remus wasn't exactly in control though. He couldn't help what he said or did and because of that, Sirius couldn't deck him. No matter how much he wanted to.
Besides, werewolf bones were hard as fuck. He'd only end up hurting himself.
'You physically attacked a Muggleborn - Your mother would be proud.'
His fist connected with Remus' cheek with a sharp and sudden pain as the sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out.
'Fuck!'
Sirius clutched at his right hand, his teeth clenched as the pain on his hand intensified and spread. His knuckles had cracked upon contact and he bit back a groan.
To his left, he heard Remus chuckling. He looked up and saw the werewolf wiping at the corner of his upturned lips, searching for blood. There wasn't any. 'How's your hand?'
He flexed his sore hand, pale eyes stinging from the pain. 'What the fuck do you want Remus?' he panted. 'I know I fucked up alright? I don't fucking need you telling me.'
'Don't you?'
Sirius shook his head. 'No I don't. You're not my bloody minder.'
'No I'm not, but it seems like you fucking need one. You're fucking losing it Sirius!'
The black haired wizard glared. Pale eyes staring down the lanky wizard.
'You'd know a bit about that eh?'
The taller wizard's lips curled. 'Yes.'
'What are you waiting for then? An apology? Is that what you want? Me to go back and beg for forgiveness?'
Sirius swallowed thickly at that. The idea of seeing her again set his nerves further on edge. He wouldn't be able to handle being in the same room as her, not now. Possibly ever. Hermione, whomever she was, was clearly toxic to his mental health. He was dangerous to her in general.
'I don't fucking care what you do Sirius as long as you're done with this mission. It's doing your head in and it's fucking pointless to be looking out for Hermione when you're one of the people hurting her.'
He'd almost flinched. He hadn't really hurt her though. If anything, she'd used her magic to choke him. He opened his mouth to say as much but Remus stopped him with a harsh tone and flashing eyes.
'Don't you fucking dare try and justify what you did.'
Sirius shut his mouth and with a shake of his head, continued to make his way towards the cabin. The two Marauders reached it in silence several minutes later. The sudden noise and flurry of activity an odd contrast to their previous isolation.
'Moody wants to speak to us.'
The taller bloke nodded as he spotted James heading up the stairs, 'I know.'
The two wizards made their way towards Moody's office and found him sat behind his desk, studying a portfolio. He didn't look up when they entered, the bloke didn't really have to.
'Lupin,' he barked. 'You're off the mission at Godric's Hollow. Go find Caradoc, get out.'
Remus blinked and if he was shocked at this turn of events, he didn't show it. Sirius however, felt his panic rising as the walls began to close in on him. It hadn't escaped his notice that he hadn't been dismissed from the mission. It didn't matter though, he was going to request a different mission anyway.
'I want a change of mission,' he blurted out the second Remus shut the door behind him, his neck prickling.
Alastor didn't look up or say anything and Sirius began to feel awkward.
'You are officially Hermione's sole guard,' said Mad-Eye. 'Starting tomorrow morning you will watch her during the day, the nights will be watched by me or one of the Prewetts.'
He gaped at the grizzled Auror. He couldn't believe this shit. The old bastard had heard him, he knew he had.
'Did you hear what I said?'
Alastor looked up and Sirius found himself pierced by a small beady eye and a vibrant electric blue one. He swallowed when the wizard began to smile. Sincere or not it was completely fucking unnerving.
'I heard you fine.' The Auror threw a package at him and Sirius felt it slam into him. 'Don't open that. It's a modified Port-key with a flesh memory charm, make sure Granger handles it. The first time she touches it will activate it, the second time she does she'll be Port-keyed away.'
The Marauder shook his head, completely confused. He didn't understand. Was he watching the bitch or not? And who the hell was Granger?
'Am I reassigned?'
Mad-Eye grunted as his focus returned to the folder.
'Hermione,' he clarified and Sirius' gut clenched. 'Dumbledore requested that you personally watch her. Same schedule. Twelve hours, eight A.M. to P.M. Usual rules apply. Get out.'
Sirius clutched at the square package in his hands as he stared at the older wizard's bent head.
Dumbledore requested him? What the fuck was he playing at?
'No. Give me another mission - I demand another mission. I'm fucking done watching over Herm- Granger.'
Her surname felt strange and foreign on his tongue. It felt wrong saying it.
'Noted,' growled the Auror. 'Get out.'
He didn't move but continued to stare at the top of the scarred wizard's head, still bent as he studied the parchment before him.
'What the fuck?!'
A pair of mismatched eyes finally met his own. He threw the package down on the table with a hollow thud.
'I said no. Give me something else.'
Alastor pierced him with a glare which did the man no favours or filled him with confidence.
'You do as you're told boy.'
Sirius bit down on his back teeth, infuriated.
'No. I'm not watching her anymore. I don't know what the hell is going on and what you're all hiding but I'm not stupid. I need to agree to it and I don't fucking agree. I want a different mission.'
'You don't get to choose.'
'-You can't force me.'
'I just have,' barked the older wizard throwing the package back at him. 'You have been given a direct order by Dumbledore himself and you will fucking take it or you're out!'
Sirius blinked at the threat, his anger pushed aside by momentary confusion and rapidly growing humour. A slow smile pulled at his lips. He almost laughed.
'The fucking Order needs every wand it can get. Fifty odd high ranking members, dozens of cells across the country, members in government and it's still not enough. I'm not going anywhere.' He slammed the package down on the table. 'You fucking need me.'
'We need soldiers-,'
'-Not fucking boys, yeah give me another sodding line that one's getting old! I'm not watching her anymore.'
He felt the crack of magic reverberate against his chest. He saw the jab of a wand as the room glowed blue. He just registered the blur the older man had become when he felt the wall slam against the back of his head. The heavily scarred man's face inches away from his own, the Auror's hot breath filling his nostrils.
'Do you think this is a fucking game Black?' spat the older wizard, shaking him. 'That you can throw a fucking temper tantrum and get your way? You don't get to decide or make demands boy! This is fucking war and there's no room for entitled selfish little pricks. You're taking that fucking mission and you'll be grateful or you're gone!'
He slammed him once more against the wall and Sirius blinked away the dots of light that had sprung up. He rubbed at his head, his sore neck screamed in protest every time he swallowed.
Moody had just attacked him. He'd been chosen by Dumbledore to watch over Granger. Moody wasn't taking no for answer and was threatening to kick him out if he didn't fall in line. All over some bird.
Who the hell is this bitch?
Perhaps Remus was right. There had to be a reason why Hermione Granger was so bloody important. He felt spectacularly out of his depth. Something big was going on and he was now at the heart of it. If he played his cards right, he might find out what.
Sirius licked his dry lips and swept back his fringe. He matched Moody's glare and stretched out a hand. The package flew into his waiting palm. 'Alright.'
Moody's eye twitched and his head tilted as he ran his blue eye over him. Unfortunately for the bloke, it couldn't see thoughts. Sirius knew the old bastard had caught his train of thought though.
'Mind your business Black,' growled Mad-Eye.
He was half way up the stairs and he could still feel Alastor watching him. The dog animagus passed James' door and willed it to open. He wasn't inside though as no yelling or cursing came. He reached Wormtail's door and knocked, no answer which meant he'd already gone. Remus' door was closed but he knew better than to disturb the bloke with Dorcas moaning like that. If he disturbed them he'd find himself hurt. By the sounds of it, she'd be angrier than him.
Go Moony.
His feet dragged up his flight of stairs and he threw himself into bed. It'd been a long day.
He awoke several hours later after a night of heavy sleep, completely unrested. The previous day's event fresh in his mind and weighing him down as he'd prepared for the day. Remus hadn't been much help.
He'd met the werewolf down at the kitchen, preparing himself a cup of tea. The sight of the bloke's scarred chest a reminder of what was to come. Naturally, Moony had been less than cheerful and didn't hold his tongue.
Sirius had called for some coffee in what must've been a harsh tone because Tinky flinched the second she was called. Remus had spotted her reaction.
'You even manage to terrorize house-elves.'
Sirius had snapped before he realised he'd done it. 'I don't abuse house-elves!'
The werewolf didn't bat an eyelash. 'Nope. Just scared women.'
He'd hit a raw nerve and his words followed him through his journey back to Godric's Hollow and they rooted him to his current spot, across the small street, before Batty's red door. The parcel in his jacket heavy with responsibility.
He had to speak to her.
Sirius shuffled from foot to foot, a cigarette clasped firmly between cold lips as he postponed the inevitable. He had to see her, convince her to listen, he had to hand over the parcel and guarantee that she grabbed hold of whatever the hell she'd been given and the only way any of that could happen was with direct contact. He doubted the whole interchange would be less than smooth. Naturally, the witch wouldn't be inclined to trust him or to be civil. Not after yesterday.
You attacked a Muggleborn. Your mother would be proud!
You'll always be a Black, cousin.
'Fuck this,' he mumbled, flicking away his cigarette.
It was eight past nine in the morning. Olde Rosa's opened exactly at ten. Which meant he had to grab a hold of whatever bollocks he had and suck it up cos Granger needed her Port-key. And he had to give it to her.
Fuck.
He really didn't want to do this. He didn't want to be here period. He didn't want to see her face.
Was she hurt?
Fuck he hoped not. He'd never hit a woman, but he sure as hell couldn't claim that he'd never been rough with one. Not anymore. He'd seriously fucked up.
He had to man up and own it.
Sirius took the few steps needed and knocked on the door before he lost his nerve. By the last knock he was hoping no one would answer. He wasn't lucky.
A wand tip greeted him and he bit back a groan, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. A separate part of his brain argued that he deserved this.
'What were the first words I spoke to you?'
Sirius fought the urge to bat away the witch's wand. A groan did escape him then, he glared at the smiling witch. 'You know bloody well what they were.'
Batty nodded. 'I most certainly do, but a Death Eater wouldn't would he?'
He clenched his jaw as she smiled, his lips barely moving. 'Want a hand?'
'I'll forever cherish the memory of walking in on you as you were wanking.' The witch sighed, lowering her wand with a flirty wink. 'Anything I can help you with Sirius?'
He cleared his throat, cheeks burning. 'I need to talk with Granger.'
'Ohhh... Granger now is it? What happened to bitch?'
Sirius turned his head away from the tiny witch, eyes scanning the empty street. 'I have a package for her.'
'Alright, I'll make sure she gets it.'
The Marauder shook his head at the woman's outstretched hand. 'I have direct orders to make sure she opens it and handles the Port-key inside. I have to be the one who gives it to her.'
Batty's smile spread and she stepped aside, granting him entry. 'Yeah, I'm sure you do.'
He ignored the old woman and her damn comments as he walked into the sitting room proper, his heart beating fast. The relief he felt when he found that she wasn't there was ridiculous.
A tinkling laugh rang behind him and he turned to glare to at the small witch. Unfortunately, it was then that he took her in and found that Batty was wearing nothing but a silk bathrobe that was far too thin and far too short.
He shuddered at the image, quickly darting his eyes to one of her many bookshelves. Books were nice. They were safe. Not half-naked and flirty.
'Don't worry Sirius, I'll behave,' she laughed. 'It's far too early for smart arse comments. Hermione's upstairs, I'll call her. Sit down love. Relax. You'll live longer.'
He didn't relax. He paced the room. Fiddled with the parcel in his jacket pocket. Jingled his lighter, anxiously waiting for the young witch. Footsteps echoed across the walls and he clenched his fists as heat raced down his back.
'She's in the shower.'
Sirius released a breath he'd not known he'd been holding and his shoulders dropped. Batty laughed. Again.
'Fucking hell you're tense.'
'How lon-,' his voice died in his throat.
She'd gotten dressed. The thin robe was gone, replaced now by a French maid's uniform.
'What the fuck?!'
Batty flounced into the room, her skirt bouncing with her every step. The dress tight on her otherwise round frame.
'Sorry?' she innocently asked, eyes wide, red lips puckered.
'I thought you said it was too early for bullshit?'
'It is! That's why I called her and got dressed. Didn't want to be indecent and sit with you while only wearing a robe.'
He shook his head at the image from before. At least her current outfit wasn't short. Or thin. He supposed this was better.
'Sit. I'll get us some tea.'
He wasn't in the mood for tea but anything was better than talking to Batty as she wore that. Sirius sat but quickly stood. He paced and sat again, only to stand half a second later. A creak of a door's hinge almost made him jump.
'Here we are!'
He turned to face the older woman and furrowed his brow at the tiny elf with a fluffy, purple bathrobe and a face mask at her knees, glaring daggers at him.
'Don't mind Hooky,' said Batty carrying a tea tray. 'He's a bit of a bitch towards people who manhandle Hermione.'
A low growl rang out and he took a step back. The House-Elf continued to glare and he quickly turned to the approaching witch. Sirius did a double take, frowning.
Was her dress shorter? Sirius shook his head. He needed to get out of here.
'Is she almost done?'
'I don't know, I'll go see. Sit. Drink. Hooky will keep you company. Fair warning though, he reacts violently to sudden movements and aims straight for the bollocks.'
'What?!'
She was kidding right?
Sirius turned towards the small elf, his movements slow - just in case. He cleared his throat, suddenly very much self-aware.
'Alright?'
Hooky didn't reply and he slowly sat down, his hands casually draped over his lap. Had Batty been fucking with him? He hoped she was cos he really liked his bollocks. They'd been good to him.
The elf sat across from him in a high winged back chair, still glaring. He wasn't intimidated by any means but he was definitely uncomfortable. The creak of stairs rang out again and pale eyes moved to the source of the sound. The black haired Marauder now hoped it was Granger, then he'd be able to leave this damn house.
It wasn't though. Once again it was Bat - Was that a nipple?!
He shot out of his seat, backing away from the powerful witch. Her dress was suddenly two sizes smaller, was up to mid-thigh and far too low in the chest. He wasn't going to check again but fucking hell, he was sure he'd seen a nipple.
He stared at the books again.
'Do you have to fucking wear that?' he spat.
'No, of course not,' replied a soft, feminine voice. 'I'll take it off if you'd like?'
He heard the rustle of fabric and turned wide, frightened eyes to the witch. Knowing too damn well what she meant by her comment.
'NO!' he shouted at the witch, hands outstretched to stop her undressing.
His eyes slammed shut the second he laid eyes on her.
It'd definitely been a nipple.
'Batty? Is someone here?'
Shit.
He opened his eyes just in time to see shock morph into rage.
'What the hell are you doing here?!'
Sirius flinched at her shrewd tone, the sound of it painful to his sensitive ears. Batty answered for him.
'Sirius is here cos he wants you to handle his package.'
A set of brown and grey eyes shot towards the tiny witch, who in turn smiled and waved. He cleared his throat, he wanted this over and done with. He met a pair of brown, angry eyes.
'Dumbledore sent me.' He reached into his jacket and pulled out the small parcel. 'This is for you.'
Sirius didn't know what to do with himself. Handing her the parcel seemed too personal and intimidate an exchange with all things considered and he doubted either one of them wanted the familiarity. He couldn't ask the elf to give it to her either. Batty was clearly enjoying the awkwardness far too much to assist. In the end he set it down on the coffee table between them.
'Why are you here?' she demanded yet again. 'I told Dumbledore to remove you!'
Black eyebrows shot upwards and he looked at her straight on. Why had Remus been taken off then? His surprise overriding his discomfort.
She told him?
'I don't know what to tell you,' he said. 'My partners gone, he was definitely removed. From this point on though, I'm your permanent guard. Dumbledore requested me specifically.'
'He what?'
Sirius explained all he knew, making sure to emphasise the fact that he'd played no part in the decision making process. He was as much a victim of circumstance as she was after all.
The younger witch fumed and raved. Claiming she was going to pay a visit to Dumbledore right. Now!
Sirius didn't say anything, he just listened and watched the retreating witches as they walked into the kitchen for a moment of privacy. They may as well not have, he heard them as clearly as if he was stood next to them.
Unfortunately, nothing they said made sense. Batty mentioned something about her magic and red fire and how anger fuelled her control. He didn't know what the hell they were talking about. The only reason Granger stopped her tirade was because Batty reminded her of the time. Twenty minutes to ten. She had to go soon. The curly haired witch stormed into the room not a minute later. Eyes bright, chest heaving and flushed. She looked like she'd been crying.
'You don't bloody talk to me, you understand?! You keep your damn mouth shut and do not touch me!'
'Yeah.' The wizard nodded, dropping his eyes. 'Yeah. I won't ... ' Touch you? Hurt you? Shout abuse at you?
He didn't know what to say. They all applied.
Your mother would be proud!
The silence was thick between them.
She reached for the package at the table and his curiosity peaked, wondering what it was that he'd been carrying around.
'I just touch it, is that it?' spat Granger.
He nodded, 'Yeah. Touch it once to imprint on it or something and that'll activate it. The second time you touch it, I assume it'll whisk you away. That's what Mad-Eye said anyway.'
She hesitated. It wasn't for long but she did. When she caught him staring, the brunette blushed. Rather than reach inside it, she opened the parcel and turned it over. Inside she found an envelope. She turned it upside down too so that a black, glossy cylinder the size of his pinkie fell out.
The witch stared into her open palm and Sirius craned his neck, trying to see what it was. It - it looked like lipstick?
Granger didn't say anything, but continued to stare at her opened palm. Finally she turned to him, eyebrow raised in what could either be a question or exasperation. Maybe both.
'Was that it?'
Sirius shook his head and shrugged his shoulders to which she sniffed.
'Not exactly a fountain of information are you?'
He bit his lip at that. Remembering the promise he'd made to himself: He'd behave and watch himself around the witch. Holding his tongue was harder than anticipated.
'Open it?'
The witch bit her lip and popped off the top. Horror spread over her features and Sirius snorted at the colour, a bright neon yellow-green that was offensive to all senses and had no right to exist in lipstick form.
'Charming colour,' he said before he was able to stop himself. 'Definitely suits you.'
Granger snorted and the sound brought the awkwardness back full force. The witch returned her gaze to the lipstick and licked her lips with sudden understanding. Sirius raised an eyebrow as it too dawned on him. If the Port-key had yet to activate, it was because the container itself was nothing more than another form of protection. The Port-key was the lipstick itself. The colour was brilliant as well because no woman he'd ever come across would dare to use that horrendous shade. So, if for whatever reason, Hermione lost sight of it he doubted any sane bird would choose to pick it up and wear it. Yet again, another form of protection and camouflage. It really was quite clever.
The witch pressed it against her lower lip and the lipstick glowed bright blue almost instantly. Hermione flinched. Wild eyes searched the room before she shut them and whispered under her breath.
'You're okay,' she told herself. 'You're still here.'
She caught him staring and her eyes burned with embarrassed defiance. He didn't look away, though he probably should have. The truth however was that it felt like too much of a challenge. Like he'd lose something by looking away.
'Fucking hell!' exclaimed Batty as she entered the room seconds later, 'I could cut the tension with a knife! You two need to either duel or fuck.'
Two pairs of eyes turned to glare at the older witch, now dressed in her usual style of flowery dresses. She smiled.
'Have we made up then? Cos either way Hermione, you'll start running late if you don't hurry.'
Granger turned guarded eyes on him. 'Don't-,'
He didn't let her finish. He already knew what she wanted from him. 'I'll behave.'
She didn't believe him, he could tell but he wasn't bothered. Sirius couldn't really blame her. Nothing else was said as Granger reached for her bag and threw it over her shoulder. He pulled out the invisibility cloak and followed in her wake.
Behave.
It was a really childish word to use. Completely out of place with the seriousness of the situation. It was the truth though, thought Sirius as he stepped out into the cool, summer morning. He'd fucked up and he was determined to not repeat it. He'd be on his best behaviour when it came to her. Even if it killed him.
Because at the end of the day Remus had been right. Had his mother seen him the previous day, she would have been proud.