DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. My intellectual property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, and new developments. Glorioux
Love- Sirius- Revenge
Pettigrew
Hermione's father came to talk to him while they were readying to leave. "Mimi likes you; she is like her mama. Just letting you know; I don't mind. They are crafty females." He grinned and left when Hermione came to talk to Sirius. Sirius wanted to say he was too old.
They readied to leave after the picnic, and Hermione asked to go to the farm. "You go with them, Francis or James can drive you back; we want to sleep, no work, reading, sleeping, fishing, sleigh riding when we have snow, driving Francis's cars around the countryside, watching telly, and eating is on. Emily wants to relax, so, we might take a sabbatical." One of the twins said, then leaned and kissed Emily's cheek.
"Francis, is it okay?" Hermione asked.
Francis answered, "Dear girl, no need to ask."
In the car, Hermione sat on the back seat next to Kiki. At the 'farm,' Francis showed her his new projects. Hermione spoiled Kiki, carrying him. She made a sling carrier with an old blanket, making Francis grin. Kiki was enjoying the attention. "You are exactly like your mama. Emily made Ed's hair turn white. He was happy when she married the twins; I mean your father."
Both Hermione and Francis chuckled, "Yes, she married both, in some places I know is both legal and possible." Hermione shrugged.
After they finished going around the place, Francis told Sirius to take her for a walk.
"Only if she lets Kiki walk. He will expect I do the same, which I will do, but we have to work."
Sirius told her, but she duly ignored him.
When Francis went in the house, Hermione said, "Show me the Dark Lord's father's home. Tell me the story."
He told her a little, repeating what Francis said. "But I have some gossip, be prepared, I think Ed might had been in love with Minerva, your professor. Tom Riddle came around in the 40's; my father, and other students were with him. My father wrote Amy and often came to visit her, Tom Riddle's half-sister. They were in love, but I know the Dark Lord forbade him to marry her. That is how much I can tell you."
"So how did you end up here? By the way, I saw Francis a few times before, but I didn't know his last name. He was Francis. Are we near?" She pulled her wand.
"No idea, maybe this is a bad idea, someone has seen people on broomsticks, recently." Sirius worried.
Hermione had a hoodie on, so she covered her hair. "You have a hat on, nobody will recognize you; you look different. Hold my hand, get closer; we are a couple." She reached for his hand; both had woolen gloves since it was cold. He wanted to push her away; the closeness was wrecking his mind since he had not been with a witch for a long time. By Merlin, he wanted her in his arms, no, no and no; she was for Harry.
Hermione wished they were a couple. She had kissed with Viktor several times, and wished Sirius would kiss her, but she doubt he would. His hand was stiff holding hers, like he did not like her, but she would not give up. Maybe she should kiss him, her mother said to do it.
Sirius was fighting himself, wanting to kiss her, he could hardly breathe. Hermione said, "I am older than Harry, in case you didn't know. I was born in Sep 1979. That makes me an adult in the Magical world." She looked at him and smiled.
He hadn't known. His mother married at 17. He was certain it was a forced marriage; his uncle Cygnus had told him one day he was quite drunk. He said his mother was forced to marry because she was seeing a married wizard. He was sure who the wizard was, Abraxas.
Harry and Remus
Harry called Remus. He was at home for the holidays. "Remus, I had visitors. I did something maybe not very nice, but they are looking for someone who looks a lot like a young Orion Black and also like Sirius. Earlier, Kreacher said I had a visitor, Lucius, wearing a cloak. Lucius told me to watch what I told strangers, and not to share information about Sirius. After those words he left; just apparated away, weird. So when a couple of Americans came to ask about Orion, the son of Orion, which was strange, I attached a charm to them. Earlier Kreacher, the racist elf, gave it me, I could follow them. Kreacher said he thinks Sirius is not dead. Why? Because he knows who is Lucius's brother, and he said that is why Lucius was here. He wouldn't not say who that was, but after heard I heard Wallburga, as crazy as it sounds, I think the brother might be Sirius; go ahead and call me crazy. Since Hermione left for the hols with her parent you are it. What do you say, if we go wherever the visitors went? I feel it will lead us to Sirius. They asked many questions about Tom Riddle as well."
Harry looked expectantly; he did not want to ask Ron. Besides, Remus was older and a better warrior.
Remus thought about it. They were talking when they heard a Pop. Kreacher was there, "Comes and I'll show you."
They followed him, and he showed them a few hidden pictures. "Wow," they both said, looking at pictures of a young and beautiful Wallburga with Abraxas, both happy, laughing while holding and playing with a baby; then more pictures with a three year old and a baby.
"Mr. Malloy, my poor lady be loving him. Mr. Sirius be his baby. Comes." Kreacher took them by a wall, there was a portrait of a stranger, he moved his hand and it was Abraxas.
"Look for my son; if Bella finds out, both Lucius and him are dead, and that cannot happen. Tell him to stay gone; Wally had to pretend, afraid Bella had sent them." Kreacher moved his hand and the portrait changed.
Remus shook his head, "I hope Sirius is alive. Maybe Lucius got him out somehow. But if so, Sirius won't want to be his brother. Let's get ready to go."
Meanwhile, Lucius worried. He had little family, and his father had told him to look after Sirius and he hadn't. He was a coward. Sirius had not written as he had asked him, but he could not go to look for him; what to do.
Sirius and Hermione
They walked for 20 minutes thru a well travelled path and saw a big house. It looked empty.
"Something is wrong. I can feel it; let's go back. I don't want to die." His hand went under his jacket to reach for his wand.
Hermione stepped back, "See, there is a faint light on a window. See there?" Hermione pointed.
"Well, it is not a light. Wait, you're right that is a light, but let's go back. I don't want to die, not when my life is going right." Sirius urged her.
They saw a shadow over them, and both went under a tree. There were two brooms flying away from the house.
Hermione said, "Aurors."
"No, that is not their uniform," Sirius told her.
"Let's go right now," he pulled her away, and she followed him,
"What are they doing around here?" Hermione wondered.
"No idea, but I am not going to get you in trouble." Sirius walked fast.
Hermione looked behind, "Maybe a fugitive?"
"Who knows. I am living a good life. You need to hear something, Aurors are not necessarily good. Though they might be in the Order, Dumbledore killed the families of Francis and Ed's mothers, your family. Enough said, let's go." He pulled her.
Hermione didn't want Sirius endangered. Why ruin a good time? And had Dumbledore killed her family?
"We know nothing about the house. Let's try to stay away from here." Sirius urged.
Kiki's struggled to get down, so Hermione put him on the ground. Kiki ran and looked twice under a bush to pull a rat.
"Damn, that is Pettigrew," Sirius said. Hermione and Sirius had her wands out, but in less than a second Kiki had already cut the rat's head off with a large powerful beak, or was it a snout, full of sharp teeth; the feathers were shiny multicolor scales, and Kiki had four legs, and wings. Kiki was no longer a rooster. Sirius and Hermione watched him, amazed.
Where the rat lay, they saw a headless Pettigrew, his head next to him. Then Kiki surprised them both; Kiki cut a finger and threw it next to Sirius. Followed by a stream of blue fire, turning Pettigrew's head into cinders, and then his body. Finally, opened his mouth and a wind flew, dispersing the cinders, afterward Kiki was again the smaller rooster.
Hermione bent, pulled a handkerchief, and wrapped the finger that was not bloody, like cut with fire, cauterized, "We might need it," Hermione said, "Kiki thinks so."
Sirius picked up Kiki and kissed him, "My good boy, my good Kiki. I love you my good boy. The rat was missing the finger he lost. I recognized the ugly rat."
"He is gone. But what was he doing around here?" Hermione asked.
"Let 's go," he took her hand and pulled her to run, holding Kiky. They were back in less than 10 minutes. Sirius was grinning, both laughed like young children. "He is dead, finally; James, my friend, you are avenged."
He let down Kiki, picked up Hermione and twirled around until he let her down and both sat down dizzy and smiling from ear to ear. Hermione moved and kissed his cheek, not a passionate kiss but a celebration. Nevertheless Sirius knew he loved her. Maybe he should quit fighting it. She looked at him, and he leaned over, lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her lips softly, a chaste kiss, but a kiss.
Neither said anything, though Hermione touched her lips and sat close to him. She couldn't stop smiling, though she wanted more. Sirius could hear his heart beat, controlling himself, wanting to kiss her some more. He was confused.
Hermione sighed and asked, "So, what is Kiki? Not a rooster, because I thought he looked like a multicolor small dragon, very pretty, and twice maybe thrice bigger. Kiki is a killer, a great killer, and a good boy." Hermione picked up Kiki and kissed him as well. "The best of boys. I wish he were mine."
As soon as she said it, Kiki jumped down, moved by Sirius, and hid his head under Sirius's jacket.
"Sorry darling, he begs to differ; he says he is my friend; I think he was waiting for me." Sirius laughed, his heart felt lighter, healed. "He is too smart and powerful to be a familiar. I think, Kiki understands every word we say. Too bad we cannot tell Harry." He placed his hand over Kiki.
They walked back, holding hands, without making an excuse. "I will chuck corn for him. Francis says Kiki loves a kind of corn mush with lots of butter and cream and cinnamon; I will make him some. Let's go. The best part we didn't use our wands and no trace of the rat left, poof, gone, a small pile of cinders also gone." Sirius grinned.
"Next time maybe I will be Padfoot, and I can smell around. I wish it had been me." He kissed Kiki again.
"You look so changed; I think many would not recognize you. You look like in the pictures after Hogwarts." Hermione said, thinking she did not want any witches to see him.
"I am not sure why but when I looked in the mirror I looked like years ago, as to why, I have no idea, maybe is Kiki or was the Veil? I don't know, but I feel much younger. Kiki is something else, the rooster is a disguise. What are you Kiki? You are, hmm, I am not sure, a dragon?" Sirius wondered.
Kiki made an odd sound like a small laughter, making them laugh more.
"Why did Kiki ahem, know Pettigrew? He acted like he knew him." Hermione wondered.
"That is a good question, Kiki did you know Pettigrew?" Sirius asked though there was no answer. Kiki[ fluffed his feathers and a blue smoke came out his beak. They thought they heard a growl.
They stayed and sat by the small pond, quiet, and enjoying the day. Hermione lay on the grass looking at the sky next to Sirius holding hands. It was colder with the sun going down, but they felt warm.
Hermione sighed and said, "I could stay here, I love it. Ed and Francis are wonderful. My parents love it here, but Dad is at odds with their father. You heard they might take a sabbatical. They could work on the family's business and live here, but they won't. I have a small confession; my Papa is magical but not practicing. He is from the Granger magical family, from the Dagworth Granger family. His wife is a second cousin, also from one branch of the family. They had a fall out around 90 years ago about Squib children. They used to live dual lives, and the younger son stayed in the Muggle side, and quit practicing Magic. He kept the title. His older brother wrote all the hate books. The story goes Papa's grandfather was murdered a few years later by maybe Grindenwald. His father married a witch, who stayed here and never practiced, Papa married a squib, he doesn't practice magic, neither did his father, nor my parents. Mama's grandmother was a witch. We don't know much about her. As for me, I had a lot of accidental magic and the MoM found me.
Sirius exhaled, angrily, "I think Dumbledore knew a lot about you. You look like your mother's grandmother, a copy of her. I am certain she and her cousin went to Hogwarts. I don't like Dumbledore; Francis's mama told him to hide if he saw someone that he described exactly as Dumbledore. Besides, Albus was the one who said I killed James. No more silly talk. I want to stay here. I like Francis a lot, I cared about him as my father. He wants me to take his name, I will do it. I only miss some people, Remus, Harry, and you. I hope for, never mind," he was going to say, 'a future for you and Harry,' but he did not want to say it because he felt very confused today. The thought of Harry having Hermione did not sit well with him. He more than liked the small kiss and having her close to him. He wanted her but thought it wrong.
"I want to stay too. I like it here, but, never mind." She stopped, because she felt like crying, wanting Sirius to think of her as a woman. She hoped the kiss meant something, but she doubted it. She was young, yes, but her mother married before she was 18 and had a happy life but for the miscarriage five years ago. Someone had pushed her, accidentally while walking in a crowd and a car had to break. Hermione thought it had been intentionally; she was carrying a boy.
"Let's see, maybe you can." Sirius wished he could ask someone other than Francis. Francis who said maybe there might a young lady at Ed's he might like. He thought Francis was matchmaking.
Francis came out to meet them. "I was worried, I just saw something strange, sounds crazy I saw two people in broomsticks, when they saw me, they disappeared. Mimi, do you know what I am saying? Ed said you might know."
"I know, but I don't know who they are." Hermione answered.
"There they are," Sirius pointed. Hermione and Sirius stood at once, readied their wands and held them in front of them, ready to fight. Francis stared at the wands.
Two people but not Aurors, oddly dressed . Both wore cloaks covering their heads and had dark glasses. "Orion, is he here, Orion Black?" One was holding a wand.
Hermione pointed her wand, moving closer. "Who are you? This a Muggle house, I will report you."
"No, you can see us because you are magic. We use an advanced concealment charm; only magical people can see us." The man answered.
Both Hermione and Sirius looked at Francis, both realizing Francis was magical.
"We are Orion's friends. We have been looking for him for months. He wrote us saying he might be in danger." One said.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked, holding his wand in front of him, also stepping closer.
"He wrote he was hiding from the Dark Lord's minions. We are Americans, but it took us a time to get here, nobody knew his real name; not even us. It is complicated. As to why he lied we don't know." The other said.
He showed them American MoM's cards with their pictures, dressed like Muggles. Both were androgynous, beautiful males or females.
"Earlier we were concealed and saw someone hiding." One said.
Kiki pecked one on the shoe. "Kiki, good to see you," one said and crouched to scratch him.
"Why and from whom was Orion hiding?" Francis asked.
"Orion said the Dark Lord'a minions wanted to see if his blood was compatible with the Dark Lord's. He mentioned a Pettigrew." One said.
"Why did he write to you?" Hermione asked.
"We, Sam and I, were in a relationship with Orion. We love each other." Both lowered their hoodies, two wizards, beautiful and androgynous."
"Ah, I see," Francis answered, much made sense now. His wife had thought so, though he didn't care; he wanted his son's happiness.
"Orion is gone, I think he might be dead." Francis looked sad and worried.
A/n let's see. Sirius looks years younger, something happened to him. Thanks for reading; your comments are appreciated. Be well!