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10:30 PM, September 12th, 1996
Hermione sat shivering at the top of the astronomy tower close to Harry and Ron. The light from the full moon illuminated the night sky high above them.
“This is so stupid,” she said as she spit out the mandrake leaf from her mouth. She stood frustrated with herself and her own impatience.
Meditation turned out to be a complete failure for Hermione. Figuring out an animagus form wasn’t exactly a necessary step but she had been determined not to skip it. Frustration mounted when Harry and Ron had easily found theirs.
She had tried to meditate nearly every single night since they had returned to Hogwarts. Most nights had left her feeling angry. Harry and Ron supported her efforts with kind words every time she failed but jealousy sprung in her chest the night each of them had found their own form.
Taking their cue from her, Harry and Ron quickly spit out their own leaves.
Ron’s face contorted into complete disgust, “I’m not sure how anyone can keep that in their mouth for an entire month.”
Hermione’s look of sympathy fell to her best friends, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Harry said as he stood and carefully wiped his hands on his trousers. “It was a good idea. It’s just not practical, is it?”
“Eating, sleeping, brushing your teeth,” Ron said spitting again trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
“Not to mention how suspicious it would be if Hermione stopped answering questions in class,” Harry said smiling widely at Ron. They looked towards Hermione before they all broke out in laughter. Harry was right. It was futile. People would eventually catch on.
She wrapped her robes tighter around herself, “Let’s just get back to the tower before we get caught.”
Harry wrapped himself in the invisibility cloak and disappeared before their eyes. With a flick of his wand, Ron vanished the mess they had made across the floor. The mandrake leaf really was vile.
Hermione pulled out the Marauder’s Map and checked their route back to the tower.
“They made it to the fifth floor. We should be able to avoid them by using the hidden passage behind the tapestry.”
“Here,” came Harry’s disembodied voice and then his hand appeared out of nowhere.
Hermione handed the map over so they could go back the way they had come, her and Ron feigning prefect patrols while Harry hid under the cloak. There was no way they could all fit anymore. They had barely fit as first years. She didn’t feel even a smidgen of guilt for being out after hours or abusing prefect privileges.
Hermione took one last regretful look at the full moon high above them. She hoped Remus and Sirius were home safe.
She walked next to Ron and felt an invisible Harry close behind them. They were initially excited about the prospect of becoming an animagus. If they had done everything correctly the first time it would take less than two months. She knew she was thinking with her heart instead of her head when she had suggested it. Her inability to find her form allowed doubt to fester in her mind.
They started their descent onto the sixth floor and missed a step as Harry whispered, “Malfoy and Parkinson are ahead.” Ron caught her arm but the feeling of falling and the sudden lurch turned her stomach inside out and her heart felt like it was in her throat.
“Alright, there Hermione?” Ron asked concerned as he helped steady her, his hands on her arm and waist.
“Oh look, Draco,” she heard Pansy at the bottom of the stairs, “the mudblood and the blood traitor are sneaking around.”
Ron moved away from her quickly as if they had been caught snogging. He whispered to Harry, “How the hell did they get to this floor so fast?” He was on map duty after all.
Hermione searched through the dark before she caught sight of a pale head of hair. Her pulse quickened as she took a tentative step forward. One hand was tight on Ron’s arm and her firmly grasped her wand inside her robes. Her reaction was misplaced, she knew, so she slowly released her grip from Ron and stepped more purposefully down the stairs. There was absolutely nothing that a pair of six years could do to her at Hogwarts. Not with Ron beside her and Harry hidden behind her.
“Shut your mouth Parkinson or I’ll take points for your language,” Hermione said before either of her companions attempted to defend her.
She smirked and crossed her arms, “Not as many points you’re going to lose for being out after curfew. It’s not your patrol, idiots.”
Hermione hadn’t taken her eyes off Malfoy. They had both avoided each other so far. Harry had argued that he must already be a death eater if Umbridge was trying to use him to hurt her. She wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t been his usual self since the start of term, that part was true. He almost seemed afraid of crossing her path. Even now he wouldn’t look her in the eye as she stared him down and approached them.
She was worried Harry was going to do something stupid and give himself away.
“Yeah, well someone has to be on patrol that’s not actually Death Eater scum,” Ron ground out. Their empty excuse they had planned came out like vitriol as they stood across from them at the bottom of the stairs. It probably wouldn’t save them from getting in trouble, but it was a far cry from saying they needed the light of a full moon to start their attempt at becoming illegal animaguses. It was the astronomy tower or Harry’s idea of leaving the castle and Harry wasn’t known for coming up with the best plans.
She heard Harry’s trainers along the stone and quickly coughed to cover up the sound as he positioned himself behind the Slytherins. She watched as Malfoy looked around suspiciously and then finally his eyes landed on her.
His face was always pale but now he had an almost greyish tint to it. She could almost feel sorry for him seeing how worn down he was. She was startled as she recognized that the color of his eyes were the exact same as Sirius’s. How had she never noticed before?
Her breathing and pulse settled as she thought of Sirius. Her shoulders relaxed slightly thinking of him and her grip on her wand loosened.
“As if the pair of you could do anything if actual Death Eater’s were in the castle,” Pansy snorted. “Don’t think for a second we don’t know you were just off snogging somewhere. How disgusting.”
Hermione grabbed Ron’s arm before he could say or do something stupid as Malfoy looked at them skeptically. She knew this sneering teenager wasn’t who she should be afraid of. Not really. He was just a pawn. Someone Umbridge felt fit to frighten her with.
“They weren’t snogging, Pans. Where’s Potter?” Malfoy said looking around again as if he would pop up any moment.
“Harry isn’t a prefect,” Hermione automatically responded, “He’s probably in bed, as the rest of us should be. Patrol should be over soon.”
Hermione started to step past him but his arm shot out and grabbed her hand. She tried uselessly to pull back from him as she fumbled for her wand. She finally registered that his eyes had widened in fright as he brought her hand to his face.
Her wand trembled in her hand as she pressed it into his neck. She had made sure to hide her ring while at school. There were few moments in her life she felt like a complete idiot. This would forever rank high as one of those moments.
He looked shocked when his eyes drifted from her hand in his to her wand pointed at him.
“Let her go,” Harry growled out from behind them.
Malfoy let go of her hand startled and looked around wildly as three wands were aimed at him.
“What’s going on,” Parkinson frightened voice broke the silence as everyone just stood waiting for someone to make the first move.
Malfoy’s face swiveled back to Hermione’s, his eyes wide, “What did you do,” he whispered. He took a step away from the three of them. More loudly, his voice wavered, “What did you do?”
She wasn’t sure what to think. He looked panicked. Frightened.
“Tell me,” he said with more force.
“What the hell is going on?” Parkinson said her irritation showed at not being involved.
“Pansy, go to bed. Don’t wait up for me,” Malfoy said, his voice void of emotion.
“No, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s-”
Malfoy turned towards her quickly and growled at her, “It’s none of your stupid business. Go to bed.”
Parkinson looked around warily not sure if she should leave him while he had three wands pointed at him.
“Now,” he growled at her again.
Hermione, closest to him, lowered her wand first. Pansy shrugged and turned. Her steps echoed as she vanished.
“Please, tell me what you did,” Malfoy said. His brow furrowed and his grey eyes pleaded with her.
Lie. Just lie.
“Why should I tell you anything?” Hermione asked. This entire encounter had almost turned surreal. The worst person in the castle had just seen her ring she had been hiding so carefully. Panic started to overwhelm her. She searched his eyes trying to figure out why he was so concerned. Frightened.
He stepped towards her and she heard Ron say, “That’s far enough, ferret. You should go follow your girlfriend. Leave Hermione alone.”
Malfoy glanced to his left and right at both Harry and Ron. Their faces were harsh and their wands were raised resolutely at him from both directions. His concern he should have for the pair of wizards seemed to fail in comparison for the concern he directed towards Hermione. He raised his hands up showing her his palms and took another step towards her.
“Please, Granger. I need to know. My mother-,” she watched him hesitate as he took the last step so that he was standing right in front of her. She looked up into his familiar grey eyes. Her head was telling her that what she was contemplating was stupid.
He must have seen the hesitation on her face because he pleaded again, “Hermione.” His use of her first name felt foreign to her ears. Up until that moment, she hadn’t even realized he could remember it. “Please. I knew you would probably try something. I hoped-,” he swallowed thickly, “I didn’t ask for this. I need to know what is going on so I can protect my mother.”
Once she made her choice, she knew there was no going back.
“Hermione, don’t,” Ron said softly, lowering his wand. She looked at him, her face pleading for him to understand.
“What, is the meaning of this?” the timbered voice of their potion’s master startled them all. “Three on one?” she watched as he took quick strides towards all of them. “How very, Gryffindor,” he sneered at all of them, “30 points from each of you!”
Harry finally lowered his wand and Malfoy soon followed by lowering his hands and stepping away from her. She saw the fear and disappointment sketched across his face.
“Detention for all three of you,” Professor Snape sneered at all of them and turned towards Malfoy, “Where is Miss Parkinson?”
Malfoy shrugged seemingly defeated by the mere presence of the professor.
“To bed,” his voice was poison, “All of you!”
Hermione turned to follow both Harry and Ron who were quickly moving before Snape changed his mind. She didn’t know what made her stop but she reached out and took Malfoy’s wrist. She searched his startled face, ignored Professor Snape’s looming presence, and whispered, “I married Sirius Black.”
His grey eyes widened at the news, “My- my cousin?” His eyes darted to Professor Snape and back to her.
She nodded and released his arm. She looked into Professor Snape’s penetrative gaze. His expression was enigmatic. “I apologize for being out late, Professor.” His face was inscrutable, so she continued when he didn’t stop her, “We weren’t trying to hurt him. He frightened me, is all.” She didn’t wait for a reply and quickened her pace until she caught up with Harry and Ron who had stopped to wait for her. They didn’t slow their pace until they made it back to Gryffindor tower.
“We need to tell Sirius, now,” Harry huffed as they made it through the portrait. He didn’t stop for a reply and raced up the stairs to his dorm.
“What were you thinking, Hermione?” Ron said angrily and set heavily on the sofa in front of the dying fire. His long legs jutted out across the carpet as he relaxed back and took a few steady breaths.
“I wasn’t,” Hermione said suddenly worried and sitting down next to him.
“ You can tell him,” Harry said appearing and handing her the mirror over the back of the sofa. He took a quick leap and landed next to her in typical Harry fashion.
She nodded and whispered, “Sirius Black.”
Her heart pounded dreading what she was about to confess to him. Why didn’t she just lie?
“Hermione?” his sleepy voice was heard before she saw his face take shape.
“How is Remus?” It was an obvious stall and she felt more than saw Ron roll his eyes. It wasn’t a secret, however, that she always worried about Remus on a full moon. It didn’t matter if he had wolfsbane or not. His transitions were always painful and taxing.
“He’s fine,” he said, and she watched as the image on the mirror shifted until she was looking at a green-eyed werewolf curled in front of a low fire. His muzzle raised up and sniffed the air. Suddenly she was looking back into alert grey eyes.
“What’s wrong,” Sirius asked. She looked up at Harry and Ron, not sure what to say. “Who else is there,” he asked.
“Hi, Sirius,” Harry said leaning to look over her shoulder. She shifted the mirror so they could see each other.
“Ron is here too,” Hermione told him. She took a deep breath before she brought herself to say, “I told Malfoy that we are married.” She didn’t know any other way to ease the information out. When he didn’t say anything back right away she felt she needed to explain, “I didn’t plan on it. It just happened. We ran into him on the way back from the astronomy tower. He saw my ring. He was so scared, Sirius. I didn’t know what to do. He’s worried about his mom. I think they are in-
“Slow down, love,” Sirius said. “One thing at time.”
“I told Malfoy we got married after he saw my ring,” she restated more slowly.
Sirius nodded, “It’s okay, love. Who’s he going to tell? Albus is monitoring all the correspondence in and out of the castle.”
“I don’t think he will,” Hermione said quietly, “He seemed afraid. I think when they find out we are married – I don’t think it’s going to be good for him or his family.”
“Don’t feel sorry for him,” Ron said disgustedly. “Sirius,” he leaned over so he could be seen in the mirror, “You should know that your idiot of a wife also told him in front of Snape.”
“Shit,” Sirius swore, and the image of the mirror blurred before it refocused on his face and he added as an afterthought, “Don’t call her an idiot.”
“What does that matter?” she said indignant, “Professor Snape is a member of the Order. He already knows that we are married.”
“Ron, I take it back. You can call her an idiot.”
“Hey!”
“Shit, Hermione. Snape doesn’t have a choice, now,” Hermione watched as he rubbed a hand over his face before he said in a grim voice, “Neither of them can hide the information knowing that someone else knows. It’s going to put him at odds even if he can lie and tell them he didn’t know until tonight. I’m really not sure what you thought you were accomplishing.”
“I- I don’t know. It felt right,” her voice was small, and she didn’t like it. “He has your eyes. Did you know that?”
The simultaneous reactions made her blush. Harry groaned in embarrassment, Ron tilted his head back and took a deep breath, and Sirius grinned ear to ear.
“Does he?” Sirius asked his tone teasing, “They must be gorgeous.”
Harry groaned again as Hermione said seriously, “Really, he just looks sad and tired.”
“Is the common room empty?”
“Sirius,” Hermione warned, “You can’t just come here. What about Remus?”
“Yes. All clear,” Harry told him before pointing his wand at the dying embers and sparking it back to a steady fire.
The image on the mirror blurred again, and the room quickly turned green as the light shifted and danced and the fire roared.
Hermione quickly got to her feet as she watched Sirius emerge, “I can’t believe you would just-
Her words cut off as Sirius pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. Her entire body relaxed as she melted into his form. A sigh escaped her as she felt his tongue part her lips. God, help her, this was the first time she had felt truly safe since parting from Remus on the train.
Sirius pulled back abruptly and immediately spit to the floor, “Ehhuuh! Was that- was that mandrake?” His face was simultaneously disgusted and surprised.
Hermione clutched her chest and a laugh burst forth and a grin spread across her face. “Y- Yes,” she tried to get out between laughs.
“Well, this feels awkward,” Ron said drawing attention back to her forgotten friends. Her cheeks tinged in slight embarrassment as she looked over at her friends.
Sirius winked at him, “You’ll get used to it,” and then added with a shrug, “Or you won’t.” He pulled her back into him again and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Go to bed, love. I’m going to speak with Albus.”
“No, I can help. I can-”
“No,” Sirius cut her off, “I have an idea. We might be able to salvage this. Just go to bed. There’s nothing any of you can do.” He looked at Harry and Ron making sure they knew they were included in the order and he actually expected all of them to follow it.
She nodded as she pulled away. He pulled Harry into a one-armed hug and ruffled his hair affectionately, “How about it, pup? Want to let an old Marauder borrow that cloak of yours?”
Harry grinned, “Sure. You want the map, too?”
He smiled down at his godson, “Harry, I am the map.”
Severus gripped the bridge of his nose, “If we can keep the information from him until the-
“Severus,” Albus interrupted, “Would you get the door, please?”
He stood but swore as he went to the door. He pulled it swiftly to reveal an empty stairwell. Sirius Black’s head materialized out of nowhere as he lowered the hood of his cloak.
Albus should have known he’d come. Allowing him to marry Miss Granger was a calculated risk. It would have been far easier and for more advantageous to have put her in hiding immediately. That, however, would be out of the question for Sirius, knowing what that would mean for the safety of the Malfoy’s. He was now another person even more personally invested in the running of the Order. Another person whose expectations he would have to manage. He would no longer be reliable to just follow the plans as they were laid out.
Sirius was capable of being pragmatic even if he was a seat of his pants sort of wizard. Albus knew he could be trusted but they were all at a precipice. Every move forward now risked everything. Not just the people that Sirius wished to protect.
“Oh, good, we are all here,” Sirius said as he removed the cloak. He stepped past Severus and shut the door with the heel of his foot. “Let’s skip over a few things because I’m not arguing about it again” he glanced at Severus before his eyes landed on Albus with a weighted look, “Hermione needs to be told the truth and soon. She wouldn’t have said what she did if she had known. The cat’s out of the bag.”
Albus felt the stirrings of irritation. Of course, Sirius would see this as an advantage. Albus wasn’t so sure. There were too many variables. Too many things could go wrong. He wasn’t sure if they were ready. He wasn’t sure if Harry was ready.
Severus let out a deep sigh, “For once, I agree with the mutt.”
Sirius grinned at him, “Not so fast Snape. It’s time to really test your loyalty.”
“I don’t have anything to prove to you,” he said stiffly.
“Maybe not, but I think it’s time we put you to the test anyway. You ready to follow through with Remus’s wild idea, or not?”
Albus watched the old enemies as both of their own personal ambitions started to align almost perfectly. He smiled. After two years of trying to force these two to work together and he hadn’t even been the one to see it through. Leave it to the overly ambitious Hermione Granger to accomplish it, on accident, no less.
“And what of the Malfoy’s? I assume that's why you are here, Sirius,” Albus said.
Sirius nodded, “I thought we’d have a bit more time, but Narcissa needs help now . I know you’re both going to think I’m crazy but I don’t want to wait another day before we get her out of that house.”
“She won’t leave, I’ve told you-,” Severus started exasperated before Sirius interrupted him.
“I believe you for fuck's sake,” irritation rose up in Sirius’s voice as an old argument resurfaced, “But I’ve been thinking, I know her. She’ll leave. I’ll offer to help Lucius escape Azkaban. She’ll do it.”
“That’s out of the question! We don’t even know if it will work on me,” Severus's voice rose before he was able to moderate himself to a more controlled tone, “We don’t have the resources to hide a Death Eater from the Dark Lord until the next full moon. That’s if Lucius would agree.”
Albus ran a finger along his beard as he smiled, finally understanding what Sirius meant to do. He said, “The night’s not finished yet, Severus.” It was perfect. Remus and Severus’s theory would be put to the test without risking Severus’s life. He looked towards his spy, “Would it be risking too much to contact Narcissa?”
Severus paused weighing the choice and gave a short nod, “I can contact her.”
“I’ll contact Kingsley, Tonks will be able to get you as close to Azkaban as possible,” Albus said to Sirius as he rose.
“Is that wise, Albus?” Severus asked.
“Protecting the Minister at this point is moot compared to what we might gain by breaking Lucius out of Azkaban.”
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