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F.L.E.M.
Sirius found Hermione in the basement reading the books on the Daughter’s that she had purchased that morning. She had shut herself away in the basement for the entire day, studying and reading up on her newest endeavor. He had two letters which he handed to her, before selecting a favorite from off the shelf so he could spend some time in her company. The first letter she opened was a reply from Braithwaite, apologizing for not getting back to her right away and letting her know she would be popping by within the hour. The second letter had her absolutely incensed.
“That’s robbery!” she shrieked, holding the letter up and shaking it.
Sirius took the letter from her and read it. “So?” He handed it back to her nonchalantly. “Just have them take it out of Gringotts.”
“Two thousand galleons a year!” Hermione glared at the letter in her hand.
“Surely you knew there would be dues,” he said calmly, like it was perfectly obvious and nothing to be alarmed about.
“How does someone like McGonagall pay that?” She looked at it again in utter disbelief.
“Well, it said something about monthly installments,” he commented, with an aloofness she found grating.
She stomped out of the library, mumbling darkly to herself. He was certain she muttered something disparaging about over privileged purebloods as she went. She stopped at the top of the stairs, like she had thought of something else to say when the doorbell rang. He watched with no small amount of amusement as she pulled herself together and went to answer the door
She welcomed Braithwaite into the house and led her into the family room where they settled themselves. Sirius made a short appearance to say hello and then made himself scarce.
“Thank you for asking me to do the interview, Hermione. You’re pretty big news right now, you know.” Braithwaite smirked at the young woman who was commanding so much attention.
Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh, I know, I’m sure you’ve heard about the big news conference at the ministry?”
“Are you kidding? There hasn’t been an uproar like this since Sirius received his pardon,” said Braithwaite.
“I remember that,” said Hermione, shifting a little to stretch.
“I know you’re busy this afternoon so I’ll make this quick.” Braithwaite conjured a small parchment pad, a pot of ink and a quill. “So, where’d you go?”
“Well, we started out at a little bed and breakfast,” said Hermione.
“Very nice, which one?” Braithwaite looked up and smiled as she took notes.
“I think Sirius said it was one of those owned by the Bletchleys.” Hermione tried to remember the name.
“Amortencia in the Air Cottages?” Braithwaite looked up for confirmation.
“Yes!” Surprised recognition. “I can’t believe I recognized the name,” said Hermione absently. “He had me in the cottage so fa-” Hermione remembered her audience who was now wearing a little smirk as she took notes furiously.
“And then where did you go from there?” Braithwaite started a new piece of parchment in her small, conveniently sized pad.
“Well, we don’t like to say, we keep it private and to ourselves but I will tell you the weather was wonderful and the water was grand.” Hermione wore a soft, secret little smile.
“Sounds lovely, were you seaside?” Braithwaite didn’t look up from her note taking.
“Yes, actually, long lovely beaches and absolutely gorgeous sunsets.” Her eyes softened, for just a fleeting moment she saw herself back on the sand walking hand in hand with Sirius.
“Alright, Hermione, I think I get the gist of it,” said Braithwaite. “It sounds like the two of you had quite the romantic honeymoon holiday.”
“It will definitely run in the evening Prophet?” Hermione and Braithwaite stood up together.
“Oh most definitely, this is big, big news. I was in the newsroom when I got your owl. Skeeter spilled coffee all over her dress when she heard you had asked for me.” Braithwaite gave Hermione a conspiratorial smile, apparently news of their animosity had made it into Rita’s professional life.
Hermione walked her guest to the door, bade Braithwaite a good afternoon and shut the door. Hermione suddenly realized she was hungry. She went into the kitchen and made sandwiches for herself and Sirius. She called for him to come and join her in a light lunch. She had already forgotten about her earlier gripe concerning the dues for the Daughter’s. They had to be at a news conference at the ministry in an hour which made her jittery and nervous.
“It’s going to be fine, baby,” said Sirius, his voice soothing.
“Oh, I know, still, reporters, cameras, the Minister of Magic…” Hermione trailed off.
“Oh, come on, you know Kingsley,” he reassured.
“You’re right, I know.” She nodded, her anxiety somewhat abated. She got up from the table and took her plate into the kitchen. “I’ll just change and then we can go.” She left the kitchen for the bedroom, her anxiety stealing quietly back with every step she took from his encouraging presence.
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Rita Skeeter was among the reporters in attendance for the news conference, looking rather smug and self satisfied. The plan was for Hermione and Sirius to each make a statement which would then be followed by Kingsley with a statement of his own.
“The ministry has not been tracking us down, we were out of contact because we were on our honeymoon. We do not hold the current administration accountable for the bad actions of the one preceding it. We offer our full support to the current Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.” Hermione held tightly to Sirius’ hand as she faced the room full of reporters.
“We’re fine,” said Sirius, much more relaxed than she. “We just required a bit of privacy, you understand, newlyweds.” Huge, cheeky grin and then a nuzzle at Hermione’s neck.
As they stepped to the side to make room for Shacklebolt she gave him a look, attempting to remind him where they were and to ask for a little decorum. He just returned a smug grin, completely unapologetic.
Kingsley took the podium. “My administration denounces the so called ‘marriage law,’ a thinly veiled attempt at the incarceration of muggleborn witches. It is most unfortunate that these two fine individuals have both been horribly wronged by past administrations. I am extremely grateful for their endorsement of my ministry.” He turned to Sirius. “Additionally, it is my very great pleasure to announce that the Black hereditary seat on the Wizengamut has been restored to you Sirius and I hope to see you in our chambers.” Kingsley knew better than to push Sirius on reparations but he would get him on the Wizengamut if he could.
Sirius eyed Kingsley reproachfully, feeling it was a dirty move given the circumstances. His lips disappeared into a thin line, he didn’t care how hard Kingsley and Arthur pushed, there was absolutely no way that he was going to change his mind.
The floor was opened to the reporters, the first selected was Rita Skeeter. “Where did you two lovebirds run off to on your honeymoon hideaway?”
Sirius fielded the question for them. “Top secret, Rita. We like having a place to run to where no one can find us.”
Braithwaite got the next question. “Hermione, there is a rumor that you were inducted into the Daughters of the International Warlock Convention of 1289, is that true?”
Hermione smiled broadly, knowing that Braithwaite was probably kicking herself for not asking that question earlier in the day. “Yes, Betty. That’s true.”
Winkus Oddpink was the next reporter chosen. “Sirius, you are going to take your seat on the Wizengamut, aren’t you? I heard an odd rumor from some ministry officials that it had already been offered to you and you turned it down.”
Sirius nodded, giving a superior, triumphant glance in Kingsley’s direction. “You heard right. I’m not interested.”
There was a quiet, rumbling sound of collective shock from the gathered reporters. Kingsley took the opportunity to bring the news conference to a close. He led Sirius and Hermione through a back door so they could avoid the mob of reporters. Kingsley gave Sirius a sly smile. “I had to try, you know that, Sirius.”
Sirius returned a smile, grudgingly and nodded but didn’t say anything. There was an awkward pause during which Hermione tried to think of something to say but found nothing suitable. She finally offered Kingsley a tight smile and asked Sirius to take her home, claiming she didn’t feel well.
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The following day Hermione checked the Daily Prophet over carefully, finding two articles about her. The front page was all about the news conference at the ministry with a large picture of herself and Sirius in front of the podium. She was trying to sneak slowly out of the frame while Sirius kept pulling her back with a cheeky grin. In the society pages was an article of real interest to her. It was an announcement put out by the Daughter’s regarding their newest member. They were eager to prove that they were willing to learn from their mistakes. In the announcement, Hermione noted with interest, was the final tally of forty to nine. She remembered quite clearly that Narcissa Malfoy and her friends totaled nine and that they had left directly after the meeting.
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The rest of the week went by uneventfully, there were several articles in the Prophet about the ministry and its recovery. There were also several ministry sponsored public service messages about muggleborns in the wizarding world. Sirius made the comment that she was already having an impact which pleased her to no end. By the time the weekend rolled around she looked back on her week with satisfaction, having gotten a lot of studying done.
Her efforts had taken time away from Sirius who was craving her company. He joined her in the library, reading a book which had been a birthday gift from Lily. He’d found it when they first opened the house to clean it. Part of him thought he should give it to Harry but just like the robes upstairs, he wasn’t quite ready to let go. He hadn’t touched the book since he found it and had quietly added it to the library, saving it for a day when he could.
“What are you reading?” She was finally able to focus on something other than her studies.
“Shakespeare.” No mention of Lily. Noticing the long pause he looked up to see her shocked face. “Don’t be so surprised, Hermione.”
“Sorry, its just he was a muggle. When did you first read his works?” She unknowingly pulled at his heart’s strings.
“Lily,” he said quietly. “This book was a gift from her.” The sadness in his face, that brought out lines not normally seen gave her an appreciation for all the hurts he bore that she knew of on the surface but had never delved into with him. She stood up and padded over to him and joined him, settling her warm body close to his, offering solace with her presence.
“Read something to me.” She sat flush against him, a leg over his, her head on his shoulder.
Her request halted his melancholy, pulling him out of his lament of the past, bringing him back to the present. He recognized an opportunity for romance when he saw one and decided to make the most of it. He was pleased by her surprise, that he could keep her guessing. He flipped a few pages, glancing slyly over at her, sending a little thank you to Lily.
“What is love? ‘tis not hereafter
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure;
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure”
“Live in the now? Like, right now?” She crawled over him, to straddle him.
“Exactly,” he purred, his eyes darkening with lust as he tossed the book aside.
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Harry and Ron would be arriving to spend the weekend after their quidditch match against Slytherin. Hermione and Sirius decided to attend the match as a surprise for the boys. Dressed in jeans and trainers, Hermione pulled on a sweatshirt to guard against the chill of a March morning in Scotland. Over this she wore simple black robes and of course a scarf in Gryffindor colors. Sirius strode into the bedroom to see if she was ready, pleased at how excited she was about their day out together. From behind her he placed a kiss on her neck, smiling as she reached a hand up to touch his face.
“You ready to go?” Sirius turned her around to look into her pretty brown eyes.
“Oh, yes,” she said excitedly. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen Harry play.”
Sirius guided her out to the backyard, hand at her back and pulled her close. They Apparated into Hogsmeade and were met at the school gate by Professor Flitwick who greeted them warmly. The tiny man’s face was suffused with joy over seeing his star pupil once again.
“I trust you are studying for your NEWTs?” He had to lean his head back to make eye contact.
“Oh, yes Professor, quite a lot actually since I hope to add Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures.” Hermione enjoyed the attention from her professor, it felt warm and familiar to her and was something she missed. She fully expected Sirius to make a clever comment about her overzealous study habits and how she did little else but he didn’t. She glanced up at him to find a look of near desolate longing on his face. She felt a pang in her heart for what he must be feeling. Some of his happiest days had been spent here at a time when his best friend was still alive and his whole life was in front of him. She looked away, knowing he would not want to confront those feelings in this setting. Her hand slipped into his, just like it might at any other time, hoping he could draw some comfort from her. She engaged her former professor in further conversation as they walked along the path that would lead to the pitch.
Sirius took in the sight of the castle and grounds and was reminded forcibly of James. The night of the final battle was the last time he had been here, having spent several days prior preparing for the coming war, relieving him of the need to process any feelings. Now that he was here once again, without the blessed impending doom to distract him, his loss pressed upon him wearily. The friendly chatter of his wife and her professor seemed to come from far away as passing landmarks triggered memories of pranks, friendship and youthful abandon. Overwhelmed, he heard a light buzzing in his ears, the constriction in his throat feeling tighter and tighter and then like an angel of mercy she slipped her small hand into his. He wondered if she knew as he drew needed serenity from her quiet strength, loving her for the comfort she provided whether she knew it or not. His mind clear, he focused on the fun that today was supposed to be about.
Flitwick deposited them at the pitch and excused himself to go herd students and generally keep order. This was a Gryffindor versus Slytherin match, there was always some rule breaking happening somewhere. They found their seats, settled comfortably and waited for the match to begin.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Gentle, tender voice from the angel next to him who was leaning in, borrowing warmth to ward against the March morning’s chill.
“Yes and thank you,” he said quietly.
Suddenly seven flashes of crimson and gold whizzed by and they were on their feet cheering. Harry’s team took another pass around their supporters, as they flew by Ginny noticed Hermione and her husband. She waved madly and got Harry and Ron’s attention. Harry was elated to see his godfather and best friend in attendance, having come to show their support.
Hermione stood on her toes and whispered in Sirius’ ear, “This was such a good idea of yours.” He smiled and swung his arm around her and booed loudly with the rest of the Gryffindors as the Slytherins took to the field.
The match started off well for the Slytherin team, getting three goals past a very flustered Ron within fifteen minutes of the game starting. Harry flew out to Ron and seemed to offer him some words of encouragement while the Gryffindor beaters kept a bludger from knocking Ginny off her broom. Once the match got under way again things seemed to look up for Gryffindor as Ginny got two goals past the Slytherin keeper. Hermione and Sirius watched the Slytherin seeker hover close behind Harry, hoping to outdistance him once when he saw the snitch.
As Hermione watched the match she realized how much she was missing out on. Her life was wonderful and full of love but as she looked around it hit her that her true place was here. She was mature and able to handle all that had been thrown at her but she still had been robbed. She had been forced to grow up too fast, denied the time her friends were afforded to discover who they were. That time of discovery would never be a part of her life. She felt torn between wanting and loving the life she had and wishing she could have had this normal part of her childhood. She blinked away the tears and shook off her melancholy, there was nothing she could do but live with the hand she had been dealt. She loved Sirius and was not sorry to be his wife. She looked up just as Harry caught the snitch and let herself get caught up in Sirius’ infectious enthusiasm as he whooped and hollered.
After the match Hermione was overwhelmed by all the friends who greeted her, expressing to her how much they missed her and shooting shy glances at her older, famous husband. Sirius stood back and let her soak up all the attention until Harry found him and drug him around to meet all his friends, eventually making it back to Hermione. Slowly the field began to empty of students and soon there was only Harry, talking to his team. Hermione and Sirius decided to make their way back to the castle, each with their own appreciation of this place they had once called home.
“You miss this I imagine,” said Sirius, rubbing his thumb on the hand he was holding.
“I didn’t realize how much until today,” she replied, glad of the opportunity to voice what she had been feeling.
“It isn’t fair, what happened to you but you have born it remarkably well, Mrs. Black. I’m not sure that many eighteen year olds could handle what has been thrust upon you.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, hoping to lend her strength the way she had lent it to him.
The sounds of the team coming up behind them pulled them out of their conversation. Harry and Ron paused long enough to tell them they would grab their things and meet them just outside the Great Hall in fifteen minutes. Ginny pulled up along side of Hermione and walked the couple back to the castle.
“Look at you,” said Ginny. “You’re beginning to show a little.” She patted the small bulge at Hermione’s stomach. “How far along are you now?”
Hermione placed her hand on her stomach. “A little over two months.”
“Have you thought about names at all?” Ginny paused to let Sirius open the large wooden door for them.
“Some,” said Hermione with a glance at Sirius. “No luck with it yet, though.” They paused outside the Great Hall as Harry and Ron caught up with them, each with a duffle slung over an arm.
“See you next weekend,” said Ginny, before she turned away and left for Gryffindor tower.
“Ready?” Sirius glanced in the direction of Professor Dumbledore’s office and then started walking.
“What’s going on this weekend?” Harry was used to there being some amount of excitement at the couple’s home.
Hermione gave the boys a very scrutinizing look. “Studying knowing you two, just how far behind are you?” Ron gave a loud groan. Hermione took on a superior, knowing expression and tutted at their complete lack of discipline. Sirius smirked at their little exchange, remembering only too well how he had to adjust to her pushiness in Mexico.
Dumbledore was waiting for them in his office when they arrived. The last time he had seen Hermione was in St. Mungo’s the day she discovered her pregnancy. Her tentative glances and look of expectant anticipation reminded him of her correspondence.
“Mrs. Black, how lovely to see you and you too, Sirius.” They each greeted him in turn before he addressed her unasked question. “I expect you’ll want an answer to your letter.” He stepped out from behind his desk.
“I’ve already started preparing and I’ll be at the castle next weekend, I could ask Hagrid for a tutorial if you like and as you know, I’m muggleborn so I already know a lot about muggles.” She wasn’t sure what his answer would be and she wanted to persuade him in case he thought she wasn’t up to the task.
“I’m sure Hagrid would love the visit. My answer to your question is yes, under normal circumstance I would want a student prepared with a full year under their belt but I feel certain you are capable of learning the required material. I have here for you a summary of those things you’ll need to be familiar with.” He handed her two pieces of parchment which she took with a huge smile as Ron and Harry stared at her open mouthed.
“So, what…a full load just wasn’t enough for you?” Ron spoke up for them both.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “It could be important to be able to prove I’ve studied these subjects, Ronald.” She gave him a withering look.
“What on earth for?” Harry finally spoke up.
“We’re taking up the Headmaster’s valuable time,” snapped Hermione. Sirius winced, he much preferred when she was in a good mood and didn’t appreciate the boys waspish effect on her.
Once they were home and the boys were upstairs putting their duffels in their rooms, Sirius wrapped his arms around her and placed little kisses along her neck. When she relaxed in his arms he sighed inwardly with relief. He released her to visit with the boys while she went to make sandwiches.
“I think you may actually fly better than your father,” said Sirius, pride evident in his voice.
“Thanks, Sirius!” Harry always treasured these little positive comparisons between himself and his father. “Do you think you could take me for a ride on your motorbike this weekend?”
“Absolutely!” Sirius enthusiastically agreed to Harry’s request. “You too, Ron, how about it?” The red head nodded furiously, delighted to be included.
The sound of a cleared throat behind them turned their heads simultaneously, slowly, realizing their error. Hermione set a plate of sandwiches down and eyed Ron and Harry imperiously. “Study first,” she said, with a look of mild reproach at Sirius.
He gave her an innocent look and then pulled her into his lap when her back was turned. “Let us have a little fun, hmm?” He whispered seductively in her ear with a little nip to her throat.
For a moment she couldn’t think clearly, a delightful warm feeling spread through her. “Ok,” she said. “But they’re mine afterward.”
“You’re the boss,” he joked. “Now hand me a sandwich, witch!” The snickers heard loud and clear from Ron and Harry earned Sirius a narrowed brow and stern look. He returned a raised eyebrow in cocky challenge with a lazy knowing grin. “I have a whole bag of tricks!” He gave her a playful pinch and held her in place when she tried to leave his lap. He continued to poke at her until she complied with his request.
Once they had finished their lunch the guys went outside to marvel at Sirius’ bike. She heard the engine roar to life as she made her way down the stairs to the library. Even though she was a little behind with her increased curriculum she couldn’t resist looking through her books on the Daughter’s. She was quietly reading when Harry and Ron slouched down the stairs to let Hermione embrace them in her discipline. They situated comfortably and settled into their homework. Sirius followed a few minutes later, having taken a moment to polish his metal and chrome throne. He returned to the book he had been reading earlier, smirking when he caught her blushing.
“I really want to use my membership in the Daughter’s to change some of the existing laws regarding muggleborns and purebloods.” Hermione broke the silence in the library. “St. Mungo’s Helping Hand Fund would be useless and besides, Narcissa Malfoy chairs that committee.”
“From what I know of it, the Queen Maeve Benefit Fund wouldn’t serve your purposes either,” said Sirius thoughtfully.
“Isn’t the Society for Distressed Witches a part of the Daughter’s? They were all over the papers while you two were away,” offered Ron.
“They exist solely to aid witches who are in dire situations and to further political change for witches in the community,” replied Hermione
“I hate to say it, baby, but the Liaison to the Ministry of Magic is probably your best bet,” said Sirius sympathetically.
Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I really don’t know if I could do that which only leaves the Hogwarts Scholarship Fund and that doesn’t do me any good either.”
Hermione sighed and went back to her research on the Daughter’s. She learned that each committee had its own separate meeting where they planned fund raisers, public awareness campaigns and decided how the money would be spent. Each committee steered the larger entity which had its own membership to whom they were responsible. Not all charities in the wizarding world were represented in the Daughter’s, only the fortunate few.
Hermione wondered what it took for a charity to gain backing from the Daughter’s. The most recent addition was the Society for Distressed Witches. She had seen a chapter on that committee in a different book so she made the exchange and turned to the relevant chapter. She wondered if she could get enough dirt on the Daughter’s with her little Delores Umbridge sponsored research project to start her own charity. The more she read the more excited she became until she got to a section that discussed how to start a charity. It took a lot of capitol to get a charity official recognition by the ministry. Unless the charity was thus legitimized it didn’t stand a chance in the Daughter’s. She let out a long sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Sirius put his book down and gave her an interested smile.
“Nothing,” she replied. “Just wishful thinking.”
“And what did you wish for, sweet?” He gave her leg a playful nudge.
She shook her head. “It’s ridiculous, I mean look where I got with S.P.E.W.”
“You know,” said Sirius catching on, “that’s not a bad idea.”
“What’s not a bad idea,” asked Harry.
“Hermione is thinking of starting a charity of her own,” answered Sirius.
“What would you want it to accomplish?” Sirius knew getting her to talk about it would build her confidence.
“I guess it would need to be a watchdog group, a political lobby and a place where muggleborns with grievances could receive assistance.” Without thinking about it for very long she knew exactly what she would want.
“So, what would you call it?” Sirius thought an organization like this, run by Hermione would be a juggernaut, a force to be reckoned with.
“What about the Council to Uplift Muggleborns?” Harry was eager to take a break from studying.
Sirius shook his head. “It’s not about making anyone feel better, it’s about social change.”
Suddenly Ron sniggered. He hand a piece of parchment to Harry who promptly roared with laughter. Hermione and Sirius gave each other odd looks over their behavior. Harry handed the piece of parchment to Sirius who chuckled at what he read. He handed the piece of parchment to Hermione which had the anachronism for the proposed name written on it. C.U.M.
Hermione promptly blushed. “Well, that’s out.”
“What about Muggleborn Equality and Social Support,” tried Sirius.
“It doesn’t really have a ring to it,” commented Ron.
“Plus,” added Harry, “do you really want your charity to be called mess?”
“M.E.S.S.,” corrected Hermione. “And no, I would not. Besides, I’ve got time to figure it all out. First I need to research what it takes for a charity to get a ministry stamp of approval.”
“I could ask dad,” offered Ron.
“I think,” said Hermione as she exchanged for a different book, “that I read something about it in here earlier.” She flipped through the book until she got to the relevant pages. To avoid studying, the boys continued to toss out potential names.
“League for the Officially Recognized Equality of Muggleborns,” supplied Harry, flipping through one of her books.
“Too long,” replied Hermione. “Although I do like Equality in the name.”
“What about Fellowship for…” Ron paused, thoughtful. “No, I don’t like that.”
“I like Fellowship,” said Hermione slowly, working out a name in her head. “Oh, I have a good one,” she said excitedly. “Fellowship for the Legalized Equality of Muggleborns.”
Sirius, Harry and Ron paused over the name for a moment and then agreed it fit nicely. Hermione wrote it out on a piece of parchment and looked at it, well pleased. Harry looked over her shoulder and then laughed loudly.
“What?” The hurt evident in her voice.
“You’ve done it again, Hermione,” he said, still laughing.
“Done what?” Annoyed and frustrated.
“Your charity is going to sound like phlegm!”
“That’s F.L.E.M., Harry!”
F.L.E.M.
Sirius found Hermione in the basement reading the books on the Daughter’s that she had purchased that morning. She had shut herself away in the basement for the entire day, studying and reading up on her newest endeavor. He had two letters which he handed to her, before selecting a favorite from off the shelf so he could spend some time in her company. The first letter she opened was a reply from Braithwaite, apologizing for not getting back to her right away and letting her know she would be popping by within the hour. The second letter had her absolutely incensed.
“That’s robbery!” she shrieked, holding the letter up and shaking it.
Sirius took the letter from her and read it. “So?” He handed it back to her nonchalantly. “Just have them take it out of Gringotts.”
“Two thousand galleons a year!” Hermione glared at the letter in her hand.
“Surely you knew there would be dues,” he said calmly, like it was perfectly obvious and nothing to be alarmed about.
“How does someone like McGonagall pay that?” She looked at it again in utter disbelief.
“Well, it said something about monthly installments,” he commented, with an aloofness she found grating.
She stomped out of the library, mumbling darkly to herself. He was certain she muttered something disparaging about over privileged purebloods as she went. She stopped at the top of the stairs, like she had thought of something else to say when the doorbell rang. He watched with no small amount of amusement as she pulled herself together and went to answer the door
She welcomed Braithwaite into the house and led her into the family room where they settled themselves. Sirius made a short appearance to say hello and then made himself scarce.
“Thank you for asking me to do the interview, Hermione. You’re pretty big news right now, you know.” Braithwaite smirked at the young woman who was commanding so much attention.
Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh, I know, I’m sure you’ve heard about the big news conference at the ministry?”
“Are you kidding? There hasn’t been an uproar like this since Sirius received his pardon,” said Braithwaite.
“I remember that,” said Hermione, shifting a little to stretch.
“I know you’re busy this afternoon so I’ll make this quick.” Braithwaite conjured a small parchment pad, a pot of ink and a quill. “So, where’d you go?”
“Well, we started out at a little bed and breakfast,” said Hermione.
“Very nice, which one?” Braithwaite looked up and smiled as she took notes.
“I think Sirius said it was one of those owned by the Bletchleys.” Hermione tried to remember the name.
“Amortencia in the Air Cottages?” Braithwaite looked up for confirmation.
“Yes!” Surprised recognition. “I can’t believe I recognized the name,” said Hermione absently. “He had me in the cottage so fa-” Hermione remembered her audience who was now wearing a little smirk as she took notes furiously.
“And then where did you go from there?” Braithwaite started a new piece of parchment in her small, conveniently sized pad.
“Well, we don’t like to say, we keep it private and to ourselves but I will tell you the weather was wonderful and the water was grand.” Hermione wore a soft, secret little smile.
“Sounds lovely, were you seaside?” Braithwaite didn’t look up from her note taking.
“Yes, actually, long lovely beaches and absolutely gorgeous sunsets.” Her eyes softened, for just a fleeting moment she saw herself back on the sand walking hand in hand with Sirius.
“Alright, Hermione, I think I get the gist of it,” said Braithwaite. “It sounds like the two of you had quite the romantic honeymoon holiday.”
“It will definitely run in the evening Prophet?” Hermione and Braithwaite stood up together.
“Oh most definitely, this is big, big news. I was in the newsroom when I got your owl. Skeeter spilled coffee all over her dress when she heard you had asked for me.” Braithwaite gave Hermione a conspiratorial smile, apparently news of their animosity had made it into Rita’s professional life.
Hermione walked her guest to the door, bade Braithwaite a good afternoon and shut the door. Hermione suddenly realized she was hungry. She went into the kitchen and made sandwiches for herself and Sirius. She called for him to come and join her in a light lunch. She had already forgotten about her earlier gripe concerning the dues for the Daughter’s. They had to be at a news conference at the ministry in an hour which made her jittery and nervous.
“It’s going to be fine, baby,” said Sirius, his voice soothing.
“Oh, I know, still, reporters, cameras, the Minister of Magic…” Hermione trailed off.
“Oh, come on, you know Kingsley,” he reassured.
“You’re right, I know.” She nodded, her anxiety somewhat abated. She got up from the table and took her plate into the kitchen. “I’ll just change and then we can go.” She left the kitchen for the bedroom, her anxiety stealing quietly back with every step she took from his encouraging presence.
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Rita Skeeter was among the reporters in attendance for the news conference, looking rather smug and self satisfied. The plan was for Hermione and Sirius to each make a statement which would then be followed by Kingsley with a statement of his own.
“The ministry has not been tracking us down, we were out of contact because we were on our honeymoon. We do not hold the current administration accountable for the bad actions of the one preceding it. We offer our full support to the current Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.” Hermione held tightly to Sirius’ hand as she faced the room full of reporters.
“We’re fine,” said Sirius, much more relaxed than she. “We just required a bit of privacy, you understand, newlyweds.” Huge, cheeky grin and then a nuzzle at Hermione’s neck.
As they stepped to the side to make room for Shacklebolt she gave him a look, attempting to remind him where they were and to ask for a little decorum. He just returned a smug grin, completely unapologetic.
Kingsley took the podium. “My administration denounces the so called ‘marriage law,’ a thinly veiled attempt at the incarceration of muggleborn witches. It is most unfortunate that these two fine individuals have both been horribly wronged by past administrations. I am extremely grateful for their endorsement of my ministry.” He turned to Sirius. “Additionally, it is my very great pleasure to announce that the Black hereditary seat on the Wizengamut has been restored to you Sirius and I hope to see you in our chambers.” Kingsley knew better than to push Sirius on reparations but he would get him on the Wizengamut if he could.
Sirius eyed Kingsley reproachfully, feeling it was a dirty move given the circumstances. His lips disappeared into a thin line, he didn’t care how hard Kingsley and Arthur pushed, there was absolutely no way that he was going to change his mind.
The floor was opened to the reporters, the first selected was Rita Skeeter. “Where did you two lovebirds run off to on your honeymoon hideaway?”
Sirius fielded the question for them. “Top secret, Rita. We like having a place to run to where no one can find us.”
Braithwaite got the next question. “Hermione, there is a rumor that you were inducted into the Daughters of the International Warlock Convention of 1289, is that true?”
Hermione smiled broadly, knowing that Braithwaite was probably kicking herself for not asking that question earlier in the day. “Yes, Betty. That’s true.”
Winkus Oddpink was the next reporter chosen. “Sirius, you are going to take your seat on the Wizengamut, aren’t you? I heard an odd rumor from some ministry officials that it had already been offered to you and you turned it down.”
Sirius nodded, giving a superior, triumphant glance in Kingsley’s direction. “You heard right. I’m not interested.”
There was a quiet, rumbling sound of collective shock from the gathered reporters. Kingsley took the opportunity to bring the news conference to a close. He led Sirius and Hermione through a back door so they could avoid the mob of reporters. Kingsley gave Sirius a sly smile. “I had to try, you know that, Sirius.”
Sirius returned a smile, grudgingly and nodded but didn’t say anything. There was an awkward pause during which Hermione tried to think of something to say but found nothing suitable. She finally offered Kingsley a tight smile and asked Sirius to take her home, claiming she didn’t feel well.
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The following day Hermione checked the Daily Prophet over carefully, finding two articles about her. The front page was all about the news conference at the ministry with a large picture of herself and Sirius in front of the podium. She was trying to sneak slowly out of the frame while Sirius kept pulling her back with a cheeky grin. In the society pages was an article of real interest to her. It was an announcement put out by the Daughter’s regarding their newest member. They were eager to prove that they were willing to learn from their mistakes. In the announcement, Hermione noted with interest, was the final tally of forty to nine. She remembered quite clearly that Narcissa Malfoy and her friends totaled nine and that they had left directly after the meeting.
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The rest of the week went by uneventfully, there were several articles in the Prophet about the ministry and its recovery. There were also several ministry sponsored public service messages about muggleborns in the wizarding world. Sirius made the comment that she was already having an impact which pleased her to no end. By the time the weekend rolled around she looked back on her week with satisfaction, having gotten a lot of studying done.
Her efforts had taken time away from Sirius who was craving her company. He joined her in the library, reading a book which had been a birthday gift from Lily. He’d found it when they first opened the house to clean it. Part of him thought he should give it to Harry but just like the robes upstairs, he wasn’t quite ready to let go. He hadn’t touched the book since he found it and had quietly added it to the library, saving it for a day when he could.
“What are you reading?” She was finally able to focus on something other than her studies.
“Shakespeare.” No mention of Lily. Noticing the long pause he looked up to see her shocked face. “Don’t be so surprised, Hermione.”
“Sorry, its just he was a muggle. When did you first read his works?” She unknowingly pulled at his heart’s strings.
“Lily,” he said quietly. “This book was a gift from her.” The sadness in his face, that brought out lines not normally seen gave her an appreciation for all the hurts he bore that she knew of on the surface but had never delved into with him. She stood up and padded over to him and joined him, settling her warm body close to his, offering solace with her presence.
“Read something to me.” She sat flush against him, a leg over his, her head on his shoulder.
Her request halted his melancholy, pulling him out of his lament of the past, bringing him back to the present. He recognized an opportunity for romance when he saw one and decided to make the most of it. He was pleased by her surprise, that he could keep her guessing. He flipped a few pages, glancing slyly over at her, sending a little thank you to Lily.
“What is love? ‘tis not hereafter
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure;
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure”
“Live in the now? Like, right now?” She crawled over him, to straddle him.
“Exactly,” he purred, his eyes darkening with lust as he tossed the book aside.
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Harry and Ron would be arriving to spend the weekend after their quidditch match against Slytherin. Hermione and Sirius decided to attend the match as a surprise for the boys. Dressed in jeans and trainers, Hermione pulled on a sweatshirt to guard against the chill of a March morning in Scotland. Over this she wore simple black robes and of course a scarf in Gryffindor colors. Sirius strode into the bedroom to see if she was ready, pleased at how excited she was about their day out together. From behind her he placed a kiss on her neck, smiling as she reached a hand up to touch his face.
“You ready to go?” Sirius turned her around to look into her pretty brown eyes.
“Oh, yes,” she said excitedly. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen Harry play.”
Sirius guided her out to the backyard, hand at her back and pulled her close. They Apparated into Hogsmeade and were met at the school gate by Professor Flitwick who greeted them warmly. The tiny man’s face was suffused with joy over seeing his star pupil once again.
“I trust you are studying for your NEWTs?” He had to lean his head back to make eye contact.
“Oh, yes Professor, quite a lot actually since I hope to add Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures.” Hermione enjoyed the attention from her professor, it felt warm and familiar to her and was something she missed. She fully expected Sirius to make a clever comment about her overzealous study habits and how she did little else but he didn’t. She glanced up at him to find a look of near desolate longing on his face. She felt a pang in her heart for what he must be feeling. Some of his happiest days had been spent here at a time when his best friend was still alive and his whole life was in front of him. She looked away, knowing he would not want to confront those feelings in this setting. Her hand slipped into his, just like it might at any other time, hoping he could draw some comfort from her. She engaged her former professor in further conversation as they walked along the path that would lead to the pitch.
Sirius took in the sight of the castle and grounds and was reminded forcibly of James. The night of the final battle was the last time he had been here, having spent several days prior preparing for the coming war, relieving him of the need to process any feelings. Now that he was here once again, without the blessed impending doom to distract him, his loss pressed upon him wearily. The friendly chatter of his wife and her professor seemed to come from far away as passing landmarks triggered memories of pranks, friendship and youthful abandon. Overwhelmed, he heard a light buzzing in his ears, the constriction in his throat feeling tighter and tighter and then like an angel of mercy she slipped her small hand into his. He wondered if she knew as he drew needed serenity from her quiet strength, loving her for the comfort she provided whether she knew it or not. His mind clear, he focused on the fun that today was supposed to be about.
Flitwick deposited them at the pitch and excused himself to go herd students and generally keep order. This was a Gryffindor versus Slytherin match, there was always some rule breaking happening somewhere. They found their seats, settled comfortably and waited for the match to begin.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Gentle, tender voice from the angel next to him who was leaning in, borrowing warmth to ward against the March morning’s chill.
“Yes and thank you,” he said quietly.
Suddenly seven flashes of crimson and gold whizzed by and they were on their feet cheering. Harry’s team took another pass around their supporters, as they flew by Ginny noticed Hermione and her husband. She waved madly and got Harry and Ron’s attention. Harry was elated to see his godfather and best friend in attendance, having come to show their support.
Hermione stood on her toes and whispered in Sirius’ ear, “This was such a good idea of yours.” He smiled and swung his arm around her and booed loudly with the rest of the Gryffindors as the Slytherins took to the field.
The match started off well for the Slytherin team, getting three goals past a very flustered Ron within fifteen minutes of the game starting. Harry flew out to Ron and seemed to offer him some words of encouragement while the Gryffindor beaters kept a bludger from knocking Ginny off her broom. Once the match got under way again things seemed to look up for Gryffindor as Ginny got two goals past the Slytherin keeper. Hermione and Sirius watched the Slytherin seeker hover close behind Harry, hoping to outdistance him once when he saw the snitch.
As Hermione watched the match she realized how much she was missing out on. Her life was wonderful and full of love but as she looked around it hit her that her true place was here. She was mature and able to handle all that had been thrown at her but she still had been robbed. She had been forced to grow up too fast, denied the time her friends were afforded to discover who they were. That time of discovery would never be a part of her life. She felt torn between wanting and loving the life she had and wishing she could have had this normal part of her childhood. She blinked away the tears and shook off her melancholy, there was nothing she could do but live with the hand she had been dealt. She loved Sirius and was not sorry to be his wife. She looked up just as Harry caught the snitch and let herself get caught up in Sirius’ infectious enthusiasm as he whooped and hollered.
After the match Hermione was overwhelmed by all the friends who greeted her, expressing to her how much they missed her and shooting shy glances at her older, famous husband. Sirius stood back and let her soak up all the attention until Harry found him and drug him around to meet all his friends, eventually making it back to Hermione. Slowly the field began to empty of students and soon there was only Harry, talking to his team. Hermione and Sirius decided to make their way back to the castle, each with their own appreciation of this place they had once called home.
“You miss this I imagine,” said Sirius, rubbing his thumb on the hand he was holding.
“I didn’t realize how much until today,” she replied, glad of the opportunity to voice what she had been feeling.
“It isn’t fair, what happened to you but you have born it remarkably well, Mrs. Black. I’m not sure that many eighteen year olds could handle what has been thrust upon you.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, hoping to lend her strength the way she had lent it to him.
The sounds of the team coming up behind them pulled them out of their conversation. Harry and Ron paused long enough to tell them they would grab their things and meet them just outside the Great Hall in fifteen minutes. Ginny pulled up along side of Hermione and walked the couple back to the castle.
“Look at you,” said Ginny. “You’re beginning to show a little.” She patted the small bulge at Hermione’s stomach. “How far along are you now?”
Hermione placed her hand on her stomach. “A little over two months.”
“Have you thought about names at all?” Ginny paused to let Sirius open the large wooden door for them.
“Some,” said Hermione with a glance at Sirius. “No luck with it yet, though.” They paused outside the Great Hall as Harry and Ron caught up with them, each with a duffle slung over an arm.
“See you next weekend,” said Ginny, before she turned away and left for Gryffindor tower.
“Ready?” Sirius glanced in the direction of Professor Dumbledore’s office and then started walking.
“What’s going on this weekend?” Harry was used to there being some amount of excitement at the couple’s home.
Hermione gave the boys a very scrutinizing look. “Studying knowing you two, just how far behind are you?” Ron gave a loud groan. Hermione took on a superior, knowing expression and tutted at their complete lack of discipline. Sirius smirked at their little exchange, remembering only too well how he had to adjust to her pushiness in Mexico.
Dumbledore was waiting for them in his office when they arrived. The last time he had seen Hermione was in St. Mungo’s the day she discovered her pregnancy. Her tentative glances and look of expectant anticipation reminded him of her correspondence.
“Mrs. Black, how lovely to see you and you too, Sirius.” They each greeted him in turn before he addressed her unasked question. “I expect you’ll want an answer to your letter.” He stepped out from behind his desk.
“I’ve already started preparing and I’ll be at the castle next weekend, I could ask Hagrid for a tutorial if you like and as you know, I’m muggleborn so I already know a lot about muggles.” She wasn’t sure what his answer would be and she wanted to persuade him in case he thought she wasn’t up to the task.
“I’m sure Hagrid would love the visit. My answer to your question is yes, under normal circumstance I would want a student prepared with a full year under their belt but I feel certain you are capable of learning the required material. I have here for you a summary of those things you’ll need to be familiar with.” He handed her two pieces of parchment which she took with a huge smile as Ron and Harry stared at her open mouthed.
“So, what…a full load just wasn’t enough for you?” Ron spoke up for them both.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “It could be important to be able to prove I’ve studied these subjects, Ronald.” She gave him a withering look.
“What on earth for?” Harry finally spoke up.
“We’re taking up the Headmaster’s valuable time,” snapped Hermione. Sirius winced, he much preferred when she was in a good mood and didn’t appreciate the boys waspish effect on her.
Once they were home and the boys were upstairs putting their duffels in their rooms, Sirius wrapped his arms around her and placed little kisses along her neck. When she relaxed in his arms he sighed inwardly with relief. He released her to visit with the boys while she went to make sandwiches.
“I think you may actually fly better than your father,” said Sirius, pride evident in his voice.
“Thanks, Sirius!” Harry always treasured these little positive comparisons between himself and his father. “Do you think you could take me for a ride on your motorbike this weekend?”
“Absolutely!” Sirius enthusiastically agreed to Harry’s request. “You too, Ron, how about it?” The red head nodded furiously, delighted to be included.
The sound of a cleared throat behind them turned their heads simultaneously, slowly, realizing their error. Hermione set a plate of sandwiches down and eyed Ron and Harry imperiously. “Study first,” she said, with a look of mild reproach at Sirius.
He gave her an innocent look and then pulled her into his lap when her back was turned. “Let us have a little fun, hmm?” He whispered seductively in her ear with a little nip to her throat.
For a moment she couldn’t think clearly, a delightful warm feeling spread through her. “Ok,” she said. “But they’re mine afterward.”
“You’re the boss,” he joked. “Now hand me a sandwich, witch!” The snickers heard loud and clear from Ron and Harry earned Sirius a narrowed brow and stern look. He returned a raised eyebrow in cocky challenge with a lazy knowing grin. “I have a whole bag of tricks!” He gave her a playful pinch and held her in place when she tried to leave his lap. He continued to poke at her until she complied with his request.
Once they had finished their lunch the guys went outside to marvel at Sirius’ bike. She heard the engine roar to life as she made her way down the stairs to the library. Even though she was a little behind with her increased curriculum she couldn’t resist looking through her books on the Daughter’s. She was quietly reading when Harry and Ron slouched down the stairs to let Hermione embrace them in her discipline. They situated comfortably and settled into their homework. Sirius followed a few minutes later, having taken a moment to polish his metal and chrome throne. He returned to the book he had been reading earlier, smirking when he caught her blushing.
“I really want to use my membership in the Daughter’s to change some of the existing laws regarding muggleborns and purebloods.” Hermione broke the silence in the library. “St. Mungo’s Helping Hand Fund would be useless and besides, Narcissa Malfoy chairs that committee.”
“From what I know of it, the Queen Maeve Benefit Fund wouldn’t serve your purposes either,” said Sirius thoughtfully.
“Isn’t the Society for Distressed Witches a part of the Daughter’s? They were all over the papers while you two were away,” offered Ron.
“They exist solely to aid witches who are in dire situations and to further political change for witches in the community,” replied Hermione
“I hate to say it, baby, but the Liaison to the Ministry of Magic is probably your best bet,” said Sirius sympathetically.
Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I really don’t know if I could do that which only leaves the Hogwarts Scholarship Fund and that doesn’t do me any good either.”
Hermione sighed and went back to her research on the Daughter’s. She learned that each committee had its own separate meeting where they planned fund raisers, public awareness campaigns and decided how the money would be spent. Each committee steered the larger entity which had its own membership to whom they were responsible. Not all charities in the wizarding world were represented in the Daughter’s, only the fortunate few.
Hermione wondered what it took for a charity to gain backing from the Daughter’s. The most recent addition was the Society for Distressed Witches. She had seen a chapter on that committee in a different book so she made the exchange and turned to the relevant chapter. She wondered if she could get enough dirt on the Daughter’s with her little Delores Umbridge sponsored research project to start her own charity. The more she read the more excited she became until she got to a section that discussed how to start a charity. It took a lot of capitol to get a charity official recognition by the ministry. Unless the charity was thus legitimized it didn’t stand a chance in the Daughter’s. She let out a long sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Sirius put his book down and gave her an interested smile.
“Nothing,” she replied. “Just wishful thinking.”
“And what did you wish for, sweet?” He gave her leg a playful nudge.
She shook her head. “It’s ridiculous, I mean look where I got with S.P.E.W.”
“You know,” said Sirius catching on, “that’s not a bad idea.”
“What’s not a bad idea,” asked Harry.
“Hermione is thinking of starting a charity of her own,” answered Sirius.
“What would you want it to accomplish?” Sirius knew getting her to talk about it would build her confidence.
“I guess it would need to be a watchdog group, a political lobby and a place where muggleborns with grievances could receive assistance.” Without thinking about it for very long she knew exactly what she would want.
“So, what would you call it?” Sirius thought an organization like this, run by Hermione would be a juggernaut, a force to be reckoned with.
“What about the Council to Uplift Muggleborns?” Harry was eager to take a break from studying.
Sirius shook his head. “It’s not about making anyone feel better, it’s about social change.”
Suddenly Ron sniggered. He hand a piece of parchment to Harry who promptly roared with laughter. Hermione and Sirius gave each other odd looks over their behavior. Harry handed the piece of parchment to Sirius who chuckled at what he read. He handed the piece of parchment to Hermione which had the anachronism for the proposed name written on it. C.U.M.
Hermione promptly blushed. “Well, that’s out.”
“What about Muggleborn Equality and Social Support,” tried Sirius.
“It doesn’t really have a ring to it,” commented Ron.
“Plus,” added Harry, “do you really want your charity to be called mess?”
“M.E.S.S.,” corrected Hermione. “And no, I would not. Besides, I’ve got time to figure it all out. First I need to research what it takes for a charity to get a ministry stamp of approval.”
“I could ask dad,” offered Ron.
“I think,” said Hermione as she exchanged for a different book, “that I read something about it in here earlier.” She flipped through the book until she got to the relevant pages. To avoid studying, the boys continued to toss out potential names.
“League for the Officially Recognized Equality of Muggleborns,” supplied Harry, flipping through one of her books.
“Too long,” replied Hermione. “Although I do like Equality in the name.”
“What about Fellowship for…” Ron paused, thoughtful. “No, I don’t like that.”
“I like Fellowship,” said Hermione slowly, working out a name in her head. “Oh, I have a good one,” she said excitedly. “Fellowship for the Legalized Equality of Muggleborns.”
Sirius, Harry and Ron paused over the name for a moment and then agreed it fit nicely. Hermione wrote it out on a piece of parchment and looked at it, well pleased. Harry looked over her shoulder and then laughed loudly.
“What?” The hurt evident in her voice.
“You’ve done it again, Hermione,” he said, still laughing.
“Done what?” Annoyed and frustrated.
“Your charity is going to sound like phlegm!”
“That’s F.L.E.M., Harry!”
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