AN: So I've started quite a few new Fanfics. Please check them out if you like Harry Potter Fanfiction stories. I've been trying to update everything more frequently but I've still been getting writer's block a lot. It should pick up soon in the next few chapters. Hermione's body looks the equivalent of what Bella Cullen looked like when she was pregnant in Breaking Dawn Part 1. So I've been think about maybe making some Smallville Fanfics and wanted to throw that idea out into the void and see what I get back. Please PM me or tell me in a Review what you think. Anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Hermione POV

I was having my favorite dream again. Sirius was pressed against me, his fingers running through my hair. He had once told me he loved to run his fingers through my curls. But for some reason this dream was lasting longer than usual.

"Is she awake yet?" A soft voice asked.

"Close but no." A deep voice vibrated through my body. The sound and feeling was so familiar I hummed happily. I recognized all of this easily. How could I not recognize the warmth that always came with my husband? Or his delicious smell.

"Sirius, do you want something to eat?" Harry asked moving about. This was probably one of the strangest dreams I had ever had about Sirius. In most of them it was him and I on a tropical island enjoying ourselves on the beach.

"No, I'm good, but could you get something for Emily?" Sirius asked running his fingers down my spine just the way I liked it. Too bad it was only a dream.

I knew I would have to get up eventually and loose Dream Sirius. Might as well do it now before I got too attached.

I slowly opened my eyes and stiffened in shock. Sirius had The Tales of Beedle the Bard open and was silently reading. Was I still dreaming? Yes that was the only possibility. And then everything from last night came flooding back. Asking Kreacher to find Sirius and get the sword of Gryffindor.

"Sirius?" I asked slowly, hardly daring to believe that he was real.

His eyes snapped down to mine and a huge grin spread across his face. "Hey there Sweetheart."

My heart stuttered in my chest and I promptly burst into tears.

Sirius POV

Holding my wife as she sobbed brokenly against my neck was absolutely terrifying. Not because she was crying, no I had gotten used to Hermione's tear. It was the fact that I could feel how much weight she had truly lost. And all I could hear was Harry's voice. It's killing her.

"Sweetheart, its okay." I whispered holding her close to me. She shook her head and started to mutter garbled responses that were hard to understand.

"No." Sniff, sob. "You." Hard sobbing. "Alone." Heavy sniffling. "Hurts."

"I'm here Baby." I muttered kissing the top of her head. She pressed her body closer to mine and her shirt moved slightly. Her shoulder bones jutted out sharply and it took everything in me not to shudder. She looked like a prisoner of war survivor and it was scary.

I started to kiss away her tears. They were salty but I didn't mind. My kisses seemed to calm her down and she started to relax against me. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her close to me. She shuddered and placed her ear against my chest listening to my heartbeat.

"I have so much to tell you," she whispered quietly her eyes closed.

"I have a lot to tell you too and not much time." I said rubbing my hand up and down her arm. She stiffened and her eyes snapped open.

"What do you mean 'not much time'?" She asked her eyes wide and fearful. This was the one thing that was bad about this whole situation.

"I have to go back in a week and a half. That's when the full moon is." I said rubbing a curl between my fingers.

"Then lets make the most of the time we have." She whispered before kissing me heatedly on the mouth. I flicked my hand and threw up some wards. The last thing we needed were the boys or Emily to walk in on us.

Emily POV

I nibbled on my lip as I looked over the chess board. What to do? Ron, he had forbidden me from calling him Mr Weasley, was really good at chess and it was hard to play him. And I like that it was a challenge. It made the game so much more fun. I finally moved my rook and claimed one of Ron's pawns.

"Check mate." He said moving his queen. What the? How had he done that?

"Could we play again?" I asked looking over the board.

"Sure." He said quickly moving the pieces back to their original spots.

"Are you Butterfly?" Harry asked looking at me. I shifted uncertainly under his gaze and nodded. "Are you living at 12 Grimmauld Place?"

"Yes," I said nodding.

"How are Tonks and Remus doing?" Ron asked, nodding for me to go first.

I moved a pawn. "Their doing good been really busy with Teddy. Poor Tonks hardly sleeps since he needs to be fed every three hours."

"She had the baby?" Ron asked surprised moving a pawn.

"Yes – I thought they said so on Potterwatch." I muttered scratching my head.

"They might have," Harry said. "but we can't always tune into it."

"Why not?" I asked moving a knight.

"Well we're on the move a lot and we also have to make plans to end this war." Harry said absently waving his wand to make a rock float in the air. It didn't work very well and crashed to the ground.

"Well what all do you need to do?" I asked moving my queen.

"Kill certain things that will weaken Vold-"

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME!" Ron shouted slapping his hand against Harry's mouth. I froze my mouth slightly open in shock. He almost triggered the taboo.

"Sorry," Harry muttered flushing slightly. "We need to kill certain things that will make it possible to kill You-Know-Who."

"Isn't that hard?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Very. The other thing we need to figure out is how to kill Theodore Nott." I stiffened and growled slightly.

Harry and Ron exchanged a surprised look before turning back to me. "You know about that?"

"Yes," I had overheard Remus and Sirius talking about it over a glass of Firewhiskey. Hearing Sirius sob over his beloved wife was horrible. Then and there I had decided that if I ever had a chance at Nott I would take it. Too bad the tosser had gotten away after only one lucky stab to the stomach. He hadn't expected for me to go after him which had given me the advantage.

"Do you have any ideas about that?" I asked curiously.

Ron and Harry exchanged another look, "Well we do have one."

"Do tell," I said leaning forward eagerly. If they had something good I was in.

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