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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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A/N: In apology for the longish wait, here is an extra long chapter for you, my lovely readers. Hey, did you know that replacement MacBook Pro chargers are $80? ME EITHER!

To Disappear Through Time

Chapter Six

The next day Hermione woke up feeling happier than she had in awhile. Instead of jumping up to get ready in order to be at work at least an hour early, Hermione decided to have a bit of a lie-in this morning. As much as it seemed like a bad idea, it had felt good to have someone to talk to. Even better was being able to talk about her parents. While it still felt as if a heavy weight was pressed to her chest every time she thought of them, it didn’t seem as heavy as it once had. In addition to the sadness that accompanied the mention of her parents was the mixed feelings of shame and loss that came when she thought of the Weasleys. She knew that Sirius had dropped the subject for the moment, but she knew his curiosity would get the best of him eventually. She couldn’t fathom telling him though as she knew that it would anger him and possibly affect his feelings toward them in her defence. And she couldn’t ask that of him anymore than she could have asked it of Harry.

And then came the thought of Sirius going through the veil. Before long he was most likely going to expect to hear more details about his death and maybe even try to find a way to circumvent it. This was where the implications of his time traveling got muddy. What’s done is done, right? Or is it?

Shaking her head, Hermione told herself that this complicated bit of thinking would have to wait, for now it was time to get ready for work. Her lightheartedness did not fade even with the heavy thoughts that had plagued her, and she found herself putting in a little more effort in her appearance than she usually did. Rather than one of the prim outfits Ginny had once referred to as a “McGonagall approved outfit”, she decided on a flippy yet appropriate skirt and sleeveless top instead, but made sure to bring her long coat in case the weather was nippy. She also decided to wear her hair down, rather than the messy bun she usually employed. She couldn’t decide if this eagerness toward her appearance was simply due to her good mood, or in hopes that Sirius would visit her again.

Work was mostly uneventful, save for a couple of compliments for her fellow coworkers. Although she was friendly enough and civil with each of them, there were none that she was particularly close to. Upon being told by Sara that her hair was lovely and that she looked nice today by Lyle, she simply blushed and murmured her thanks. Soon enough her shift was over and she bade her coworkers goodbye. Her walk back to Grimmauld Place took her past the Leaky Cauldron and she decided on a whim that a visit to the bakery might be nice.

Susan Bones had apparently fostered a love for baking and had opened her own business in Diagon Alley. Not only were her pastries delicious but she was also famous for her color-changing cakes and decorations that could move and change at will. Hermione assumed it was a similar charm as that which is put on wizard photographs, but of course it was a trade secret.

Hermione hadn’t actually been to Diagon Alley in well over six months, preferring to order her things by mail order unless it wasn’t possible. She hesitated before tapping the bricks to enter, but told herself bracingly that such worry was foolish and to get on with it. Upon entering she was relieved to see that it wasn’t very crowded and most people seemed to be going about their business, not noticing her. She hurried along, finally stopping outside the cozy and sweet-smelling shop entitled Susan’s Sweets & Such.

Behind the counter wasn’t Susan, but a dark-featured girl who looked to be a couple years out of Hogwarts. She was friendly enough, Hermione decided. They made small talk while she boxed up the six double chocolate cupcakes that Hermione had picked out into a purple box emblazoned with the name of the bakery in gold letters and tied it with a shiny lavender bow before shrinking it with a tap of her wand.

“There you are, Miss Granger,” the salesgirl said cheerfully.

“Thank you,” Hermione returned, pocketing the tiny package. Walking out into the bright sunlight, she was fiddling with her purse, trying to resituate the sickles and knuts that she had received as change. She looked up and met the blue eyes of Ron Weasley goggling at her from across the street.

She acted without thinking and disapparated with a loud crack back to Grimmauld Place.

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Crack!

Hermione reappeared on the doorstep of 12 Grimmauld Place and was thankful that in her distress she had not managed to splinch herself. She hurried inside, unable to keep from looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t being followed. It was a relief to lean back against the locked door and wave her wand to restore some of the locking charms not employed since the house was the Order’s headquarters. It was unlikely that Ron would follow her but it made her feel better. Reaching in her pocket, she was relieved to find that her parcel from Susan’s was still there and not crushed. It was a good thing the salesgirl had shrunk it down to pocket size, for Hermione was fairly sure she would have dropped it otherwise.

Stop being melodramatic, she chided herself. You were bound to run into him at some point and you were in Diagon Alley of all places! Honestly.

Cursing her legs and their shakiness, she walked into the kitchen and expanded the prettily wrapped box with a tap of her wand and set it on the counter. Hermione glanced at the cabinet and decided that it was still rather early and she wasn’t that hungry. Perhaps she would read for a bit in the study before making dinner. She walked up the stairs and into the study, grabbing a muggle fiction book off of the shelf and settling onto the squashy couch. With a pang she realized that just yesterday she had sat there with none other than Sirius Black and had one of her best days in awhile. But that was yesterday, no point in dwelling on it. She began to read but soon felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier…

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Sirius was spinning through time, the invisibility cloak flapping around him. He didn’t know if this was right, but it felt right, and that was what matters. Visiting Hermione had brightened his week and he had slept better than he had in years. The spinning stopped and he reached out a hand to brace himself against the wall. Ten years in time was not a small distance to travel and came with a slight bit of motion sickness, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as going back to his time in Hogwarts. Again he had appeared in his old bedroom. He paused for a moment and listened. There were no sounds in the house that he could hear and he wondered if she was home. Did she work? He was surprised to realize he didn’t even know.

The study seemed to be the most likely place for her to be, unless she was in the kitchen or maybe the den, or maybe her bedroom...what would he do then? He couldn’t necessarily go charging into her bedroom. But it didn’t feel right to go barging through the house with her not there. Although it technically had been his, and was now Harry’s, she’s the one who lived there. It was hers; he would feel like an intruder.

“Christ,” he swore.

Making his mind up that he would just try the study and decide what to do after that, he headed downstairs. Upon reaching the second floor, he paused again. Still nothing. He arrived outside the study and pushed the door open cautiously and walked in.

She was asleep on the couch, on her side facing the back of the couch. One hand was under the cushion she was using as a pillow and one was tucked under her chin. Her hair was loose today, and spilled over her shoulders and lingered over her face, and without thinking, he reached out to gently sweep it away. At the touch of his hand, she made a quiet sleepy sound and he pulled his hand back and wondered at his own nerve.

It was so odd to think that back in his time she was 15, no, 16, she was older than Harry, but here she was ten years older and already more of an adult than he had ever been. After hearing about the loss of her parents and allusions to some fall out between her and the Weasleys and seeing her napping so contently, he couldn’t deny that he felt a burgeoning tenderness for her. And the urge to try to make it better. Although considering that in his own time he was a prisoner in this very house, there was very little that he could do. Or was there?

Studying her again, he noticed that she looked a bit peaky, perhaps the result of a hard day. He set off downstairs with the intention of making her dinner.

A/N: Aw, Sirius. :) Again, sorry for the delay due to my technical difficulties, but the next update will be up soon, lovelies. Reviews, please?
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