A/N: Sirius has been too wordy for me, haha! So we're gonna switch to Hermione's POV for this chapter! Also until now, I have been giving (nearly) daily updates on this story. I write when my muse strikes, and currently, the muse is front and center for this story. Please do not expect frequent daily updates to continue indefinitely. I apologize for how long it took for me to get this chapter out to you. I'm not fully happy with how it turned out… As always, I own nada, and please review and let me know your thoughts! I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it! Reviews don't need to be long, thought-out paragraphs! Just a quick lil' sentence is appreciated!

And I want to tell you everything

The words I never got to say the first time around

And I remember everything

From when we were the children playing in this fairground

Wish I was there with you now- This Town by Niall Horan

Hermione

Hermione sat at the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place, studying her copy of Beadle the Bard. She could not fathom why Professor Dumbledore had left all those runes in the book. It was a children's book, and no child would know what those runes meant. Hermione was the brightest witch of her age, and she couldn't figure it out. She had a roll of parchment, covered in crossed-out words and scribbles next to her, and her quill shoved into her curls. "Argh!" she pushed the book away from her. "This makes no sense!" She had asked everyone about the markings. No one knew, or more accurately, no one wanted to tell her what they meant. She had requested James for help, and he brushed her off. She turned to Remus, her former professor, who told her he would help after the full moon. When she pointed out that the moon had passed two days ago, he shrugged and walked out of the library. Hermione toyed with asking Sirius for help, but he had been so standoffish with her the past few weeks. She feared she would only annoy him.

Hermione was lost in thought as she glared at the runes on the parchment. She didn't hear the person enter the room. She jumped and shrieked when the chair across from hers scraped the floor. "Sorry, Kitten," she heard Sirius chuckle as her heart resumed its normal rhythm, "Didn't mean to frighten you. Prongs and Moony told me you needed help with these runes."

She nodded, unable to speak. Something about his presence unnerved and comforted her in equal measure. "Uh," she began dumbly, "I do. There are a couple I can't find anywhere. I've looked all over your library. Harry had Kreacher search the Potter libraries. We even checked the Weasley and Prewett tomes. These runes do not exist. I am sure of it." Hermione grabbed the book off the floor and handed it to Sirius. "If you want a crack at it, be my guest. I'm afraid I have exhausted my knowledge on the subject." She stood to leave and paused when Sirius touched her hand. "Something else?"

As Sirius shook his head, scents of amber, leather, and cedar wafted towards Hermione. "No, Hermione." He released her hand and murmured, "You're brilliant, Kitten. Never forget that."

Hermione nodded and flew from the room as something took over her vision.

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Hermione smiled at Sirius. She was marking runes in Beadle the Bard notes for her future self. "Here's hoping this works."

"You're brilliant, Kitten. Never forget that." Sirius kissed her forehead. "I have no doubt that future you will figure this out. You are a genius from what you've told me and from what you've shown me. In any decade or universe."

Hermione nodded. Tears stung her eyes. "I'm scared, Sirius." She rested her head on his chest, the beat of his heart a comfort. "What if I can't figure it out? What if you die? What if I don't save Harry? What if this was all for nothing?"

Sirius hugged her tight. "You will figure it out. I know you will. If you can't then I will. I will help you. I promise."

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Hermione slammed into Harry as she rushed up the stairs. "Whoa, Hermione. Are you okay?" Harry caught her seconds before she fell into Walburga's portrait.

Hermione's hands fluttered on Harry's shoulders, they made a slow ascent to his face. She put her hand on his cheek, using his warmth and breathing to steady herself. "I'm fine, Harry," she nodded. "I had a weird daydream. Caught me off guard is all. Do you know if your dad is in?"

Harry glanced at Hermione, concern evident on his face. "He and Remus are in Sirius' office. The door is closed and I heard whispers. I don't know if they want to be disturbed. I can find Sirius for you if it's urgent," he offered.

Hermione shouted, "No," before collecting herself, "No, Harry. Sirius is paws deep in ancient runes right now. I'll see about James and Remus later." She continued up the stairs towards her room. On her ascent, she stopped at the closed door to Sirius' office. Hermione pressed her ear to the door and tried to hear what James and Remus were discussing. She was unable to make out any words, just muffled sounds. Hermione grunted in aggravation and continued to her room.

When she stepped foot inside, she closed the door and locked it. Hermione sat on her bed and looked around the room. Photos littered the walls, magical and muggle—memories with Harry and Ron, and photos with her parents. There were even quite a few of her and the Marauders. She smiled at the fond memories she had made in this house, and in this world. Hermione had made the hard decision to Obliviate her parents. She feared that she would lose her sense of belonging without any family. She showed up on Sirius' doorstep, tears in her eyes and he had wrapped her in the tightest hug.

Hermione continued to survey the room and noticed something tucked under her dresser. She stood up and crossed the room. She paused for a moment and thought that she should call for a member of the Order. Then, she shook her head and pushed the dresser away from the wall. The dresser was heavier than she thought. Hermione struggled to find purchase on the hardwood floor at first. She managed to shove the dresser far enough and found an envelope on the floor.

Hermione picked up the envelope and noticed how old it was. The envelope was yellowed in spots, brown in others, and wrinkled everywhere. She flipped the envelope around and read the words on the front "Ancient Rune Translations". The handwriting looked familiar, and in a way was like her own. She shook the thought from her head and opened the envelope. Hermione shrieked with delight at what she saw. Every single rune she couldn't figure out was translated in the envelope.

Hermione ran out of her room and down the stairs. "Sirius," she exclaimed, "Sirius! I figured it out!" She ran into the kitchen and slammed into something hard.

"Easy, Kitten," Sirius chuckled. "Where's the fire?"

Hermione backed up and met Sirius' eyes. "I found an envelope in my room." She held up the old and worn paper. "It had every single rune I need."

Hermione watched Sirius swallow before he smiled at her. "That is wonderful, Hermione! How odd though. I wonder who left the envelope." He tugged it from her hands and examined it. "Huh, kinda looks like-" he stopped short.

"Kind of looks like what, Sirius?" Hermione stared at him.

"Nothing, Hermione. Don't worry about it." Sirius gave her a half-hearted smile. "Now, shall we finish with these translations?"

Hermione nodded and followed him into the kitchen. "Sirius, I had a really weird," she paused, "daydream on my way to my room." She sat across from him and folded her hands. "It was odd. It was almost like a memory."

Sirius smiled at her with tears in his eyes, "A memory of what, Hermione?"

She shook her head, "You're going to think I'm crazy when I tell you."

"Try me," Sirius chuckled.

"It was me. I was writing out Ancient Runes. These Ancient Runes. And you were there. You were helping me. You were promising to help future me." Hermione shook her head when she noticed the disbelief on Sirius' face. "I know, it sounds crazy. I must have not slept enough last night or something."

Sirius took her hand and squeezed, "Kitten, I don't think you're crazy at all. Stranger things have happened to us, right?"

A/N: And there we have it! Chapter Four. Again, as I said up top, I'm not thrilled with this chapter. I just felt that we needed something from Hermione's POV to get her thoughts…