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Forever in Your Hands	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 14109 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 4

"Dumbledore?" a voice called out through the fireplace.

"Ah, Sirius, my boy, there you are." Albus Dumbledore said as he moved towards the fireplace. "Would you mind if I stepped through for a moment?"

"Of course," Sirius replied. He wondered what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about. He stepped away from the fireplace, taking a deep breath. Maybe he was finally going to get a mission?

Sirius had been cooped up inside for the past year. After the fiasco at the Ministry, Sirius' name had been cleared, but he still wasn't able to leave Headquarters. Dumbledore insisted it was just for his safety, but Sirius felt like there was something more to it. Maybe the War wasn't going the way everyone wanted. He shook his head; he'd have plenty of time to mull his thoughts over later.

There was a burst of flames as Dumbledore stepped into the room, brushing the soot from his robes. "Hello, Sirius," he said, giving the younger man a smile.

Sirius smiled back. "What can I do for you Albus?"

"Well, Sirius, I'm afraid there is a rather serious matter we must discuss."

Sirius nodded. "Shall we adjourn to the study?"

Dumbledore nodded, gesturing for him to lead the way. The two of them made their way towards the upstairs study, where they sat down. Sirius leaned forward, resting his chin on his palms. "So, what is the matter which you must discuss with me?"

"Well, the Ministry have finally passed the Marriage Law," Dumbledore said, a frown on his face.

"Damn it," Sirius cursed. The Ministry had been pushing for the law to be passed for some time now, but he hadn't expected for it to have been passed so soon.

"As you can imagine, this is a problem for a certain Muggleborn witch we know and love."

Sirius looked up. He wracked his brain, trying to work out who Dumbledore was referring to. And then it hit him. "Hermione," he whispered. His hands clenched into fists. "Voldemort passed the law directly after her birthday… he was waiting for her to be of age?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I believe that the whole law is a way for Riddle to try and gain some control over Harry. If Hermione were to marry a Death Eater, it would cause devastating effects. Hermione is Harry's right hand, literally. If she were to be removed from the equation, it would have drastic effects for him and the wizard community."

"Has Professor Vector run the equations?" Sirius asked. If he had, then it was true. They couldn't afford to lose Hermione.

Dumbledore nodded. "Septima has. Her line is permanently entwined with Harry's. If she were to be removed, we would lose the War."

Sirius took a shaky breath. "We can't lose her then."

"No, we can't." Dumbledore looked at Sirius, locking eyes with him. They were no longer twinkling.

Sirius took a deep breath. Where was he going with this? He had a feeling, but…

"Will you do it?" Dumbledore asked.

Sirius' eyes widened in shock. "Me? Are you serious?"

Grey eyes met blue.

"I don't know who else to ask Sirius. I need someone who is in the Order and able to protect her. You're the best candidate. I know you care about her, and would do what's necessary to keep her safe."

"I care about her in the sense that she's my godson's best friend. Dumbledore, I don't know if I can do what you're asking," Sirius said. His heart was racing. Albus wanted him to marry her? A girl half his age? Merlin, he was old enough to be her father!

"Sirius, please, if you don't, she'll be stuck marrying a Death Eater. Could you knowingly sentence her to that kind of life?" Dumbledore looked at him pleadingly.

Sirius sighed. He knew he didn't have a choice. "I'll petition for her."

Dumbledore nodded. "Good." He stood. "We'll have to start planning immediately. We need to do it swiftly, before Riddle finds out."

Sirius nodded. "I'll leave it in your hands."

"Very well, Minerva is talking to Hermione as we speak, explaining the situation. I'll let her know that you've agreed."

Sirius sighed. He stood as well. "Are you sure about this Albus?"

Dumbledore nodded. "There's no other option. I'll be in touch later. We'll hold the wedding in secret and alert the Ministry minutes before the vows are made."

"Alright," Sirius said. He wasn't paying attention to anything Dumbledore was saying now. He saw Dumbledore to the kitchen, bidding him goodbye as he stepped into the fireplace.

"Sirius, the Order really appreciates this," he said, before disappearing in a burst of flames.

"The Order," Sirius grumbled. "He couldn't even say I… or we… no, it has to be the Order. All for the War."

With a sigh, he returned to the study, breaking out a bottle of Firewhiskey as soon as he sat down.

He poured some of the amber liquid in a small glass, quickly knocking it back. Leaning back in the chair, he sighed.

He was going to get married. Him! Playboy extraordinaire, getting married. Who would have thought?

Merlin, it hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd have to have sex with her. Sex! He knew Hermione was now of age, but she was still so young. She had her whole life ahead of her, but she was going to lose it all. She was probably still a virgin too. Sirius' throat suddenly went dry. He took a quick sip of whiskey, hoping it would help.

They'd have to have children. Babies. Little ones. Call them what you want, they were little devils.

Sirius groaned. He wasn't really one for children, but apparently that was going to change soon.

He felt a stab of pity towards Hermione. He could only imagine what she was feeling right now. He silently vowed to himself to try and make this work out for her. He owed it to her.

She was giving up her life for him. At least that's how it was in the eyes of the Ministry. A burst of anger rushed through him. Was the Ministry so infiltrated with Voldemort's followers that the law had been passed with flying colours? Who had control? A growl escaped his lips.

He'd have to protect her. This would cause problems, but he'd do his best to protect her from the backlash. "You'll be safe Hermione," he whispered into the empty room before knocking another glass of Firewhiskey back.
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