To Disappear Through Time | By : theladyrainey Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 8678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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To Disappear Through Time
Chapter Three
“Hermione, how is Remus?” he asked hesitantly.
Hermione sighed sadly.
“I’m so sorry, Sirius.”
Sirius lowered his head, his nostrils flaring and grimace of pain stretched across his features.
“How?” he asked tersely.
“First,” Hermione began hesitantly, “give me the time-turner.”
“Why?” Sirius inquired, putting his hand over it protectively.
“It wouldn’t do very well for you to go racing back in time to try to save him, now would it? Why am I even telling you this at all?” She sounded as if she was asking herself, as well as him.
“Hermione, do you think I could go back and complacently wait around as I have been, knowing that something is possibly going to happen to me, as well as possibly happening to Remus? If anything, I’m waiting for you to convince me that I should not try to intervene. But as I already know that something happened, you may as well tell me what has happened!”
The tirade had begun with Sirius standing over the couch but as he continued, Hermione stood up to face him down.
“I understand where you are coming from,” she began, “but I must insist. Give me the damn time-turner, Sirius Black.”
Sirius glared back at her and she wondered if he was considering apparating away and disappearing back through time regardless, but apparently reason won over and he removed the time-turner from around his neck and dropped it into her waiting hand.
“Now tell me what the hell happened, Hermione Granger,” he replied, finishing as dangerously as she had.
She took a deep breath. These weren’t memories she often felt like reliving.
“It was during the battle. He died dueling Dolohov, probably to the same curse Dolohov hit me with, it seems to be his trademark,” Hermione finished bitterly, rubbing at her chest absent-mindedly.
Sirius sank to the sofa, his hand over his face.
“What curse? I don’t remember that,” he asked, his voice muffled by the hand he had brought to cover his face.
“Oh, I forgot you wouldn’t know about that, would you? In the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Dolohov hit me with an unknown curse, most likely a bit of dark magic. I had silenced him though, so it didn’t have the impact it might have had. Even so, the effects were rather severe.”
“What did the curse do?” Sirius seemed intent on knowing every detail of Remus’ death.
“Well, as I said, it didn’t have full impact on me,” Hermione began hesitantly, “but I was injured internally. I was on a load of potions for weeks, and I still have a slight scar that pains me on days when I have over-extended myself. It – it appears it had much the same effect on Remus, just to a more critical extent.”
“Can I see?” Sirius asked, gesturing to her chest.
Hermione opened her mouth uncertainly, unsure of what to say.
“I just want to know what happened to him, Hermione,” Sirius said tiredly.
Tired; an understatement if any. When he had first revealed himself from under the cloak, he had appeared as disheveled as he usually did, but in mostly good spirits. Now, with the pain in his face and his grey eyes downcast, he looked defeated.
And Hermione couldn’t bring herself to deny him. Moving her hair to the side, she unzipped the old hoodie she wore, revealing the camisole underneath. Taking care not to reveal more than she deemed appropriate, she tugged at the camisole until the jagged scar was revealed.
Sirius stared at the raised bit of scar tissue intently, even raising a hand to trace it lightly. Hermione held in a sigh at the feel of his finger tracing across her skin so delicately, and tried to keep her head from going cloudy.
This is Sirius, she scolded herself, get a hold of yourself.
Hermione gave Sirius an awkward smile before making a move to zip up her hoodie
“He died a hero, Sirius,” she said softly. “Laying next to Tonks in the Great Hall, he looked peaceful almost. He and Tonks fought to give their son a chance at a good life.”
“Their son?” Sirius asked incredulously, “Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin’s son?”
Hermione could have slapped herself. It was hard to remember that there was so much that he didn’t know.
“Yes, their son, Teddy Lupin. He was born a month before the battle. He is Harry’s godson.”
“What happened to Tonks?”
“She died at the hands of Bellatrix during the battle.”
“Bitch,” Sirius snarled, “She seemed most concerned with taking us out, most of all. Her own family.”
“Yes,” Hermione agreed sadly.
“Where is Teddy? Is he with Harry?” Sirius questioned.
“No,” Hermione replied, “He lives with Andromeda. Harry visits whenever he’s home and sends him loads of gifts, but I think his hands are full with Ginny. I don’t know if a surrogate son fits into her plans right now.”
It was hard to keep a sardonic edge from entering her voice, considering her current relationship, or lack thereof, with the Weasley family.
“Can I see him?” Sirius asked, his eyes finally lifting.
Hermione smiled, waving her wand to summon a volume from the bookshelf across the room. She patted the cushion next to her, gesturing him to sit beside her. The front cover was embellished with the name Ted Remus Lupin and showed a small picture of a toddler whose eye and hair color were rapidly changing by the second.
“Let me show you, Sirius.”
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