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Miscommunication
Harry and Hermione sat in the living room watching television. It was a recent addition and they were making the most of it. Unlike many wizarding households, Sirius had always taken advantage of that trademark muggle convention known as electricity. In contrast with Hogwarts where the super abundance of magic coming from both the castle’s inhabitants and the castle itself which made electronics an impossibility, their home was electricity friendly.
The television had been Harry’s idea, a gift for giving him a place to call home. Despite Sirius’ protests that Harry was living with them because of his misstep at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Harry would hear none of it. He claimed a selfish motivation, that of wanting to watch television, but nobody was fooled.
Hermione graciously thanked Harry for the generous gift, knowing only too well that Harry was not to be dissuaded once his mind was set. She was secretly thrilled with the gift because just like Harry she longed for a few muggle things in her otherwise magical life.
While they sat in companionable silence watching a comedy, laughing together in all the right places; their attention was diverted by the sound of scratching at the window. Harry patted Hermione’s knee and got up to relieve the owl of its burden. He picked an owl treat from the bowl by the window and then opened it. The owl stopped its fluttering and dutifully stuck its leg out. Harry removed the letter and gave the owl its treat. It hooted thankfully and then flew back the way it came. Harry held the letter reverently in his hands as he walked back over to the couch. Hermione looked up at him and noticed the anxious expression on his face.
“Who is it from?” she asked curiously.
“The Ministry of Magic,” he replied, his voice drenched in apprehension.
“You’re not in any kind of trouble are you?” she asked as he resumed his seat beside her.
“No,” he replied. “I think…I think it’s from the Academy.” She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to open the letter but he just sat there, staring at it.
“Would you like me to open it?” she asked sympathetically.
Her words seemed to snap him out of his apparent shock. He smiled shyly at her. “Nah, I got it.” He untied the ribbon around the rolled up piece of parchment and then broke the wax seal. He slowly unfurled it while keeping his eyes closed and his breath held. He let out his breath, opened his eyes and read the contents of the letter. A huge smile spread across his face. “I got in.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Hermione threw her arms around him in congratulations. “I knew it!” she squealed delightedly.
“Do you mind if I pop over to the Burrow and tell Ginny?” asked Harry.
“Of course not! I’ll owl Sirius and let him know the good news.” She paused to think for a moment. “You know Sirius will want to do something to celebrate. Keep your schedule clear; don’t let Molly strong arm you into anything before you talk to us.”
Harry smiled. “Sure thing. Thanks, Hermione.” Harry stepped into the fireplace and was gone in a swirl of green.
Hermione conjured a quill, a pot of ink and some parchment. She penned Sirius a quick note about the good news and let him know Harry was keeping his schedule free. She walked over to Mercury and gently petted his sleek feathers. He stuck his leg out and let his mistress tie on the letter. She gave him an owl treat and asked him to hurry.
Hermione returned to her previous distraction. During a commercial break she let her eyes wander about the family room. They landed on her NEWTs results which still lay out. She lightly fingered the tennis bracelet at her wrist which had been Sirius’ congratulatory gift. As she stared at the results her face began to turn down into a little frown. It bothered her that she had worked so hard for those grades, top of her class in fact, only to find herself stagnant.
With grades like hers she could do anything but it looked like her future would be consumed by motherhood. Sirius always told her that once the babies were born she was free to take over the world, but was she? His little joke always made her smile but the truth was, once the babies were born she still wouldn’t be free.
Not that she railed against motherhood, quite the opposite. She couldn’t wait to meet her son and daughter but she knew that at some point she was going to need more. Then something struck her; why couldn’t she do both? The muggle’s had their childcare centers, surely there was the magical equivalent. She wondered what Sirius would think about that. She resolved to talk to him about when he got home. Wondering who might know about things like magical daycares, her thoughts landed on Andromeda. She would know which ones were the best. Just as she started to write she heard a scratching sound at the kitchen window. She looked over to see Mercury waiting patiently to be let in. She walked over and opened the window. Mercury hopped inside and stuck his leg out so she could remove the note. Sirius had written his reply on the backside of her letter to him.
Get a headcount and make reservations at The Sorcerer’s Garden. Invite EVERYONE!
P.S. you are the hottest thing on two legs I have ever seen
Hermione blushed and giggled.
“Everyone?” she said out loud.
She took another piece of parchment and at the very top she wrote ‘Guest List’ and underlined it twice. Then she started writing down names. There was Ron, of course, well the entire Weasley clan actually. Then there was Remus and Tonks as well. She paused to think, chewing thoughtfully on the end of her quill. It couldn’t hurt to invite Andromeda and Ted. Finally she added Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Looking over her completed list she realized she had a lot of work to do. She decided to go with written invitations for Dumbledore, McGonagall and the Tonkses. In the letters she conveyed the urgency of an immediate response. Once she had sent Mercury on his way she walked over to the fireplace and threw in some powder. She cried out the address of Remus and Tonks and stepped into the flames.
Remus was sat upon their couch in the little sitting room, reading a book. He looked up when he heard the activated fireplace and then smiled in pleasured surprise. “Welcome, Hermione! What brings you here?”
“Well,” began Hermione, “Harry got his letter of acceptance to the Academy and Sirius wants to celebrate. We’d like to invite you to join us at The Sorcerer’s Garden this evening.”
“Wow!” said Remus. “He’s really going all out, isn’t he?” Remus paused for a moment. “I’m not sure if I have anything nice to wear but I’m sure Tonks would love to go.”
Hermione shook her head with a devilish glint in her eye. When she spoke it was with slow deliberation. “They have this desert that you will love.” She let her voice take on a seductive quality. “It starts out with the moistest chocolate cake that will ever pass through your lips. Hidden in the cake are pieces of the world’s finest chocolate truffles.” She paused significantly to let him take that in. “Then,” she continued in a sultry voice, “they cut a piece of that cake, just for you and pour a layer of ganache on top and let it cool.” Hermione let her voice drop to a whisper. “And then they drizzle syrup made of the world’s finest chocolate.” Hermione raised her voice to normal. “This cake is one of their specialties, you know.” She looked up to see Remus, dazed, watching her with his mouth hanging open. Hermione snapped her fingers at Remus, startling him. He looked at her, embarrassed, with a sheepish smile.
He cleared his throat a little. “Naturally, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. For Harry, you see.” He grinned a bit sheepishly at her.
“Naturally,” agreed Hermione. “For Harry.” She tossed him a smug grin.
“What time are reservations for?” asked Remus.
“Seven thirty,” replied Hermione.
“I imagine you have a few more stops to make.” Remus still had a slightly dazed expression on his face.
“I’m headed to the Burrow now,” confirmed Hermione, a slight look of dread on her face.
“Good luck,” said Remus sympathetically. They both knew that Molly would want to take over the festivities.
“See you tonight,” said Hermione. She offered him a last smile before stepping up to the fireplace. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it in. “The Burrow!” she cried confidently and then stepped into the green flames.
The scene she arrived to was one of festive celebration. The only Weasley’s at home were Molly, Ron and Ginny but they were making enough joyous noise for the whole lot of them. Upon seeing Hermione step through the fireplace they immediately pulled her into their merriment.
“I got my letter too, Hermione!” chortled Ron happily, his face flush with pleasure.
“That’s wonderful, Ron!” sang Hermione, stepping forward to give him a big hug.
“Well,” said Molly. “This calls for a celebration! We’re going to need a cake and…”
Hermione politely interrupted Molly. “Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley, but Sirius and I already have plans with Harry.” Molly’s face fell.
“That’s true, Mrs. Weasley,” said Harry. “They asked me to keep my schedule free tonight.”
“Oh,” said Molly, a bit more snappish than she intended.
“Everyone is invited of course,” said Hermione. “Our treat.”
Molly’s face brightened. “Oh,” she said again, this time much lighter. “What can I do to help?”
“Not a thing,” smiled Hermione. “We’re taking everyone to The Sorcerer’s Garden. The reservation is at seven thirty.” Ginny did a little dance of joy behind her mother’s back.
Molly spluttered in surprise. “That’s far too expensive!”
Hermione remained calm. She had expected this. “We’ve already got confirmed guests, Molly, and Harry promised to keep his schedule free for us.”
“Now let’s just talk about this,” said Molly diplomatically, hoping to use her parental authority as a means of coercion. “We can have just as fine a celebration right here.”
“I’m sure you’re right, Mrs. Weasley,” replied Hermione. “But Sirius really wants to do something extra special for Harry. He’s had so few opportunities over the years, let’s let him have this.”
“Oh, well…,” said Molly a bit self consciously. “I guess we can celebrate with Harry another day.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Hermione surprised. It suddenly dawned on her that Mrs. Weasley would be uncomfortable in so fine a restaurant, as poor as she was. “Don’t you want to come to celebrate with us?”
“I just wouldn’t know what to wear,” said Mrs. Weasley finally.
“Well,” said Hermione, “I’m wearing my one and only maternity dress and it’s nothing special. The important thing is that we’ll together.”
“Of, course you’re right,” said Mrs. Weasley with a smile, reassured. “We’ll I guess we’ll need to alert the whole family?”
“Absolutely!” said Hermione with a great grin. “Ginny, will you run and ask Fred and George if they can join us with Alicia and Angelina?”
“Happily!” said Ginny, practically skipping to the fireplace.
Hermione turned to Ron. “Would you go ask Bill and Fleur if they can come?” Ron smiled and nodded and followed his sister.
“So who has confirmed so far?” asked Harry.
“Only Remus and Tonks,” replied Hermione.
There was a noise from the fireplace and then Ginny stepped through. “Fred and George are in,” she said gaily. “They’re bringing Alicia and Angelina as well.”
“Excellent,” said Hermione.
There was another noise from the fireplace that announced the return of Ron. “Bill and Fleur are coming.”
“Do be sure to invite Hannah,” she said to him with a smile.
Hermione let out a satisfied sigh. This was easier than she had anticipated. “Be sure to let Mr. Weasley know.”
“I’ve just owled him,” confirmed Molly.
“Well, I’d better head home. I’ve got a few details to wrap up.” She gave Mrs. Weasley a last reassuring hug. She didn’t want the matron to feel self conscious or out of place. This was, after all, a happy occasion.
Once Hermione was in her own family room she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. A scratching noise at the kitchen window caught her attention. She walked over and let Mercury in, giving him an owl treat before she removed the responses from his leg. “Dumbledore and McGonagall, yes,” she said before vanishing the note. “The Tonkses, yes.” She vanished the second note with a pleased expression on her face. She counted the names on her guest list and nodded her head. “Reservation for eighteen it is.” Hermione returned to the fireplace and threw in some powder and cried, “The Sorcerer’s Garden.”
Hermione was deposited into a very posh reception room which was furnished with several elegant fireplaces. The walls were hung with rich tapestries and there was marble beneath her feet. She exited the room and walked over to the maître d’ who was standing elegantly behind his podium.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I’m Hermione Black.”
“Of course, Mrs. Black,” he said. “How are you this fine afternoon?”
“I’m well, thank you,” said Hermione. “My husband’s godson just got accepted to the Auror’s Academy and he would like to hold a celebratory dinner here tonight, in his honor.”
“How many in your party?” asked the maître d’.
“Eighteen,” replied Hermione, a bit sheepishly.
He smiled comfortingly. “It is a large party and a bit last minute but we are more than able to accommodate you. We have a few large party rooms for occasions just like yours. Now, what time are the reservations for?”
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. “Seven thirty.”
“Very good,” said the maître d’.
“Thank you so much,” said Hermione.
“Not at all,” he replied. “We’ll see you tonight.” Hermione gave him a grateful smile before heading back out the way she came.
Once she had returned home she went directly to the kitchen and made a sandwich which she ate with a glass of milk and an apple in front of the television. One program turned into four as she let her mind be completely absorbed by the television. It was easier to do than she would have thought possible. When the grandfather clocked chimed at the top of the hour Hermione glanced up and noted that it was five o’clock. Heaving her somewhat ungainly body from her comfortable spot on the couch she ambled off in the direction of the bathroom she shared with Sirius.
After showering she wobbled into the bathroom to find a fresh pair of maternity underwear. Once she had her under things on she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe how large her belly had grown. The only part of her new look she had any appreciation for were her newly ample breasts. While she was applying her scant amount of makeup she heard Sirius arrive home by floo.
“Hey beautiful,” he greeted casually, coming up behind her. He rested his chin on her shoulder while reaching around her body to embrace her belly. Turning her head toward him she kissed his cheek. “Where’s Harry?”
“He’s at the Burrow with Ginny,” she replied. “How was your day?” Sirius released her to change into more comfortable clothes.
“Well,” he said from the bedroom, “that bit of legislation from your committee did the trick.”
“That’s wonderful!” she called back, elated, as she magically dried her hair. “So, when is the vote to abolish the law?”
“Tomorrow,” he said from the doorway to the bathroom. His was changed into a pair of blue jeans, his nicest dragon hide boots and a black silk shirt with an attractive sliver pattern running through it. Hermione had commented once that it brought his eyes out. Being far too vain not to remember something like, the shirt had become a favorite. Over all of that he wore his devil-may-care robes from his youth. Hermione lifted her eyes to respond to him but whatever she was going to say got lost on its way to her lips. Her breath caught, which he noticed and smirked at his besotted wife. “Still got it,” he whispered into her ear while nibbling at her neck.
Hermione blushed but didn’t look away from his reflection in the mirror. He quickly realized that the moment had turned from playful flirtation to something more meaningful. “Someday I’m going to have to write the ministry a ‘thank you’ note.”
Sirius shook his head and said with complete sincerity, “We would have found each other without their meddling.”
Her soft brown eyes searched his but there was no hint of anything false. “Do you really think so?”
“I have to believe that Hermione. I have to believe that after all life has thrown at me something as wonderful as you was waiting for me.” He took a step forward and turned her by the shoulders to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, “You gave my life meaning, Hermione. I am grateful for you everyday.”
Hermione clutched him tightly, tears of emotion overwhelming, little drops of happiness forming at the corners of her eyes. Unable to speak she just nodded and gave herself to moment.
“You should probably finish getting ready.” He stole silently out of the bathroom and let Hermione get composed. Dabbing her eyes and giving herself one last once over she left the bedroom for the closet. Silently thanking her mother for insisting on at least one maternity gown she slipped it over her head and closed the closet door. After slipping into her atrocious yet unbelievably comfortable loafers she spritzed on a little perfume. She joined Sirius on the couch where he was still getting to know the remote control. Grinning at her as she walked into the family room he showed off his new skills. “I think I’ve got it!” He proudly turned the volume up and down, changed the channels and then turned the television off. “Ready?” He bounded to his feet.
Nodding her head, Hermione raised her hand for a help up. “Ron got his acceptance letter as well, you know.”
“Good,” replied Sirius. “I never doubted that Ron would get in but all the same, I’m glad Harry will have a friend at the Academy.”
Hermione reached into the little bowl above the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. One after the other she and Sirius left for their evening at The Sorcerer’s Garden.
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Hermione dusted herself off and glanced into one of the mirrors in the posh parlor. Sirius was right behind her and quickly excused himself to check on their reservation. Just as Hermione was satisfied with her reflection Remus stepped through one of the fireplaces followed immediately by Tonks. Tonks flicked her eyes at Hermione, almost shyly, as Remus excused himself to join Sirius.
“Wotcher, Hermione,” said Tonks automatically and then dropped her eyes again.
“Hello, Tonks,” said Hermione a bit stiffly. The last time she’d been around Tonks the other witch had been a bit cool with her.
“You’re really huge!” blurted Tonks and then immediately went red in the face and stared at her shoes.
Realizing that Tonks was trying to make up Hermione laughed, a bit forced but still friendly enough. “I seem to be getting bigger everyday.”
Tonks glanced up at Hermione and gave her a shy but genuine smile. “Look Hermione, I’m really sorry. Now that it’s all played out I see why you handled it the way you did.”
“Thank you.” Hermione’s return smile was just as genuine. “Sorry if I got a bit shirty with you.”
“Nah,” offered Tonks. “That last bit for me was just because I was looking forward to working with Sirius.”
Hermione’s friendly smiled turned puzzled. “With you?”
“Yeah, you know, when Dawlish offered Sirius that Auror’s position.” As soon as the words were out of Tonks’ mouth she regretted them. “Surely he told you.”
“Actually, replied Hermione, her expression darkening, “he left that bit out. Was this right before he took his seat on the Wizengamut?”
Tonks gave Hermione a pleading expression. “I don’t want to get in the middle of this.”
“Tonks!” gritted Hermione from between clenched teeth.
Tonks hung her head like a dog. “Fine,” she grumbled. “He accepted the position…”
“He accepted it!” snarled Hermione, incredulous.
“But then he turned it down.” Tonks rushed her words hoping to make it all better.
“Well, why tell the wife indeed,” griped Hermione. She was about to say more when Harry followed by Ginny followed by Ron followed by Hannah all joined them in the parlor.
“Hi!” chirruped Ginny, bright and happy until she saw Hermione’s expression. “Oh, no. What’s wrong?” Harry and Ron cast worried expressions at Hermione.
“Nothing,” muttered Hermione. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Are you alright?” asked Ron.
“I will be,” vowed Hermione darkly. “Let’s go have fun.” Dubious glances behind her back wondered of that was even possible given her black expression. Nonetheless, Hermione plastered on a plastic smile and left the parlor in the lead.
Sirius and Remus were talking quietly by the maître d’s podium, purposefully giving Hermione and Tonks a chance to talk. Both men were puzzled by Tonks’ anxious face and Hermione’s fake smile. With a prayer for patience Hermione allowed Sirius to link his arm with hers as they followed the maître d’ to their private room.
“Alright, sweet?” asked Sirius.
“Never better,” answered Hermione, her voice falsely saccharine.
Sirius wasn’t convinced in the slightest but he let it go for the moment. He would ask her what happened with Tonks when she could be more open with her answer. The maître d’ opened a set of double doors that led to a large room with a long table. Behind the table was a long window with glass double doors that led to a patio nestled in a luxuriant garden. The garden was complete with a small waterfall that fed a large pond. Despite her fury Hermione felt charmed by the lovely party room.
Hermione and Sirius found seats together with Remus and sitting beside Sirius at Tonks’ urging. She wanted a protective body between herself and Sirius. Harry and Ginny sat across from Sirius and Hermione with Ron and Hannah across from Remus and Tonks. The restaurant wait staff took their drink orders and offered horderves.
Within moments of getting settled Andromeda and Ted Tonks were ushered into the room greeting its inhabitants warmly.
“Don’t get up,” urged Andromeda as she took the seat next to Hermione. “Now tell me, how you’ve been?” Ted settled next to his wife.
Before Hermione could answer Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were ushered in. Upon seeing that they had a private room Mrs. Weasley seemed to release a breath of tightly held air. She and Mr. Weasley took seats across from Ted and Andromeda as they greeted everyone in turn.
The next to arrive were Fred and George, who were escorting Alicia and Angelina. Alicia sat next to Hannah with Fred next to her while Angelina sat next to Tonks with George on her other side. Another round of greetings and congratulations went around as the newcomers settled in. George flicked a paper airplane at Harry that squeaked ‘congratulations’ when he unfolded it. Fred dropped a dungbomb down Ron’s shirt. Sirius roared with laughter. A waiter smiled indulgently and vanished the noxious odor. As each new guest arrived drinks were ordered and delivered, menus were handed out and waiters stood by with a wide variety of horderves needing only a glance to get their attention
Just as conversation began to take form Bill and Fleur joined the party. With a good deal less fanfare than his brothers Bill escorted Fleur to a seat next to his father. As he pulled his chair out to sit next to Fleur she halted his progress with her hand.
“No,” she said in her thick accent. “Seet acrross frrom mee so I can see your ‘andsome face.”
Ginny rolled her eyes, Mrs. Weasley looked away in embarrassment while Bill, with a smirk, did as he was told.
As the dust was settling in Fleur’s wake, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall entered the room. McGonagall’s sharp eyes scanned the room and chose a seat next to George Weasley. Although they kept it inaudible you could practically hear the groan from Fred and George. With an indulgent smile for Fred, Dumbledore took his seat across from McGonagall.
As each new guest arrived they had been presented with a menu and their drink order had been taken. The wait staff worked like ghosts, barely noticeable except for the quiet refilling of glasses while also keeping the horderves flowing. After a few moments of quiet conversation and contemplation, food orders were taken and menus were retrieved.
Sirius stood with his wine glass raised and looked his godson in the eye, proudly. “I would that James were here today and Lily, too. In their absence it falls to me to tell you how proud I am of you. It is quite a feat to get accepted to the Academy. I know you are going to do great things. Cheers!” Sirius touched his glass to Harry’s which was followed by a round of clicking and congratulations.
Dumbledore’s voice cut across the clatter that followed in the wake of the toast. “No one in your lifetime or even mine,” said Dumbledore in reference to Grendelwald, “has ever faced down and defeated so great an evil. While it is true we all worked together, in the end it was down to you.”
Harry however shook his head. “At the very end it was down to me, Ron, Hermione and Sirius.”
“What?” said Sirius startled. “No, son, that was something the three of you did together.”
“From the corner of my eye I saw Bellatrix take the shot at Hermione. I was about to turn back for her but then you showed up. I knew then that she would be safe.” Sirius smiled and nodded, not really in agreement but too touched to argue.
In total defiance of the moment Fred grinned wickedly at George. “Getting accepted into the Academy is quite an honor. Harry I understand, but Ron has never been a great enforcer of rules.”
“Oh, too true,” said George. “We were a right pair of rule breakers but our little bro’ never put us in our place. Let us get away with murder, he did.”
“Too be fair it wasn’t really murder,” said Fred innocently. “But Ronnie hardly stood up for what was right and true, which we weren’t.”
“Like you would have listened to me,” grumbled Ron.
“How can you be sure? You never tried.” George snickered. “Just turned a blind eye.”
“And now you’re off to make the world a safer place, tsk, tsk,” chided Fred.
“Actually, I did the very best thing I could,” said Ron in a superior tone, remembering the one and only time he’d seen someone other than his mother strike fear in the twins hearts.
“Oh, yeah?” scoffed Fred. “When was that?”
“I let Hermione handle it.” Ron nodded to her with a smile.
Hermione arched a challenging brow at Fred and George, daring them to make her tell the tale of hustling first years into testing their skiving snack boxes, a fact as yet unknown to their mother. The twins both swallowed and smiled weakly at Hermione. They realized they were in a corner with their backs against the wall.
“Right terror she was, too,” said George.
“Handled it like a pro, little bro,’” gushed Fred. Harry, Ron and Ginny shared a significant smile.
“I am intrigued,” said Sirius quietly to Hermione.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how vicious I can be.” Behind her smile, Sirius read danger and felt a chill slide down his spine. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he was sure of it.
The flash of danger in Hermione’s eyes was caught by more than just Sirius. Harry and Ginny exchanged a worried look. They knew the pair rarely fought but when they did, they seemed to fly to extremes.
“Should be interesting at your house tonight,” said Ginny under her breath.
Harry nodded and then added. “Maybe I’ll bunk with Ron tonight.”
“Are you kidding?” hissed Ginny. “They’ll need witness to keep from killing each other.”
Harry sighed, wishing he knew what set Hermione off. He remembered that Hermione had been talking to Tonks when he arrived. Something had been wrong then. Harry set his green eyes on her as she was just across the table from him, only Remus was between them. It didn’t take long for Tonks to feel a set of intense eyes on her. She looked up and when she did Harry flicked his eyes at Hermione. At first Tonks wasn’t sure what Harry was trying to get her to look at until she leaned back in her chair. Her instant reaction was to look guilty. Harry’s face turned down in a frown.
“I don’t know what exactly,” said Harry to Ginny, quietly so no one else could hear. “But Tonks has something to do with it.”
Ginny popped her head up reflexively, gazing at Tonks as if some magnetic force was pulling her eyes in that direction. Tonks, who had been glancing up at Harry ever since his discovery, caught Ginny’s curious look and cringed.
Before anymore could be made of the tense conversation conducted only with glances, the main courses arrived and were presented. Despite the foods elegant, artistic presentation, the portions were generous and judging by the sight and sound of the assembled, divinely delicious.
Andromeda smiled at Hermione, who was clearly enjoying her food and said, “I have a surprise for you.”
Hermione politely cleared her mouth before speaking. “Really?” It was the first time all evening she sounded genuinely pleased. Her tone and relaxed posture did not go unnoticed by Sirius. He smiled.
“I’m throwing you a baby shower next month!” Andromeda was delighted with Hermione’s pleased smiled.
“Oh, that is so wonderful of you!” Hermione was truly touched by the gesture.
“I’ve got the invitations all made out and ready to send with tomorrow’s post.” Andromeda winked at Hermione and took a bite of her dinner.
“That reminds me. I was going to write but I may as well just ask you now that I’ve got you. Can you give me the recommendation of a few good childcare centers?” Hermione cut into her medium rare steak, something she would probably never eat unless of course she was very, very pregnant.
Harry, who had been watching Hermione carefully since his earlier discovery couldn’t help notice Sirius stiffen beside her. Now it was Sirius’ turn to exhibit a darkened expression. Harry groaned miserably and decided he would need to enlist help. He hadn’t caught all of Hermione and Andromeda’s conversation so he wasn’t exactly sure what Sirius was reacting to. He thought he heard something about a baby shower but that couldn’t possibly be what set Sirius off.
Remus who sat between Tonks and Sirius had been getting bombarded with negative emotion all night. It was only a few days until the full moon, heightening his sensitivity to the emotions of those around him. He was most in tune with Tonks, the intensity of her guilt was almost enough to ask her to join him in a stroll around the garden patio that beckoned from the wide expanse of windows.
Less acute was the unmistakable smell of anger that was rolling off of Hermione. He sensed she was keeping it under control but whatever it was, it had her furious.
Across the table he was hit with anxiety which was exuding from Harry and Ginny. Harry he could understand, this night was in his honor and all eyes were on him. But why Ginny?
And then like a blast of hot, noxious gas from a motorcycle tailpipe, anger shocked Remus’ sense. His best friend was suddenly raging like a tethered, tormented dog, straining the chain at his neck when only a moment before he had detected a note of quiet anxiety but that was gone now.
Remus looked around in desperation and wondered what the hell was going on? He looked up and took note of Harry’s worried furtive glances that were being cast at Sirius and Hermione. Ginny too, was glancing at Sirius. He took a sidelong glance at his fiancé whose eyes were pleading with Harry for understanding. He looked at her plate and noticed she hadn’t touched her food. It was impossible that these things were unrelated.
“The garden is lovely,” murmured Remus in Tonks’ ear. “Would you like to take a stroll with me?” Happy of a reprieve from all the tension she gladly accepted.
Sirius took slow careful breaths in an effort to control himself. Usually when his anger caught him unaware he had difficulty keeping a lid on it. Underneath the anger was hurt. He couldn’t believe she was making arrangements for the baby’s childcare without even mentioning that it had been on her mind. She didn’t even offer him the courtesy of asking his opinion. The pain was stunning. He felt pushed to the side, utterly discounted and even belittled. And coming from her…that was the unkindest cut of all. He endured her conversation as she and Andromeda blithely discussed which set of strangers would raise his children. He tried to tune it out, he wished for some, any excuse to leave but it was impossible.
“So why do you even need childcare, Hermione? You don’t work.” Andromeda smiled sweetly at Hermione, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just pulled the pin from the grenade.
“I’m planning to go to work for the ministry.” Hermione took another bite from her juicy, red steak.
Sirius abruptly stood and excused himself, claiming he needed to use the loo. Harry and Ginny watched with anxious eyes. Talking with Tonks in the garden prevented Remus from seeing what had just happened.
“Well, he always was an idiot,” muttered the werewolf. “It’s not your fault Dora. It was natural to assume he had already discussed it with Hermione. He certainly should have. I don’t really blame her for being angry.” He pulled Tonks into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“This is not good,” said Harry darkly. He looked around the table and noticed that everyone else seemed to be having a good time. Bill, Ted and Mr. Weasley were having an animated conversation about muggle inventions. Hannah, Alicia and Angelina were talking shop about the upcoming weddings. Even Fred and George had managed to entertain Professor McGonagall. Only Dumbledore was silent and he was certain he knew why.
The wait staff began to clear away dishes and hand out smaller desert menus as they took orders for coffee. Noticing the movement from within Remus glanced into the private party room, casually taking note of the movement within when a glaring omission was noticed. Sirius had left his own party. A cold clammy feeling took a hold of his spine and slid slowly, sickeningly down. As he considered his options he was distracted by a noise coming from the glass double doors. Harry and Ginny were joining them in the garden.
It only took a glance at Harry to know that something had gone terribly wrong. Briefly they exchanged stories, all parties coming to the same appalling realization.
“I just can’t believe Hermione would consider childcare without discussing it with Sirius.” Remus looked away from the three faces toward the garden around them. The peaceful surroundings offered no solace or comfort. “And then to announce she planned to go to work…you’re certain Sirius was unaware of her plans?”
“That’s when he got up and left,” replied Harry.
Remus sighed heavily. “Well, the only suggestion I have is to insist we all return to their, well, your house.” Remus paused to glance at Hermione who was chatting happily with Andromeda. “Neither will refuse you your right to invite us over, especially tonight.”
Harry nodded. “This is going to be bad isn’t it?”
“Well,” mused Remus, “they are each angry and justifiably so…so I’d say yes. This will be bad although I believe our presence will have a cushioning effect.”
Remus noticed curious glances being tossed in their direction. “We’d better head back in. I’ll see if I can find Sirius.”
While the four of them were returning to the party the man in question reappeared and took his seat beside Hermione. Remus helped Tonks to her seat and as he took his own he smelled the firewhiskey on Sirius’ breath. Remus groaned.
“Alright there, Mooney?” asked Sirius, not drunk but a little loosened up.
“Fine, Padfoot. Thanks. Just creaky joints.” Remus sat and picked up his desert menu. He chose the first thing his eyes landed on and ordered.
Everyone else placed their orders as well and within a few moments the desserts began to arrive. During the interim Harry listened carefully to what Andromeda and Hermione were talking about. Their conversation had turned to girls names. Harry sighed. That was a safe enough of a topic.
Remus was grateful for the lull in emotional bombardment. He could sense that underneath the happy chatter and alcohol a fight was still brewing but some of the steam was siphoned off. His gut instinct told him that they were playing nice for their guests and that once they were at home each had a piece of mind for the other.
“Sirius, Hermione, you don’t mind if I have a few guests over, after dinner, to sort of keep it going?” Harry put on an innocent, unguarded expression. It was the face of someone who didn’t expect to be denied but was excising courtesy.
“Oh…” Sirius had honestly forgotten that Harry lived with them; such was his focus on what he had to say. Guests certainly presented an obstacle to his current plan.
Hermione glanced at Sirius with a puzzled expression. She certainly knew why she didn’t want more eyes, eyes other than Harry’s, to impede the words she needed to expel but his reticence was odd. Sirius loved company. Realizing there was no way to tell Harry no she looked up with as bright a smile as she could muster and said, “Of course, the more the merrier.”
“Right,” recovered Sirius. “Whoever wants to come over is more than welcome.”
“Great!” Harry looked expectantly around the table.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thanked him for the invitation but politely refused as did the Tonkses. Bill and Fleur agreed to come over to which Ginny rolled her eyes. Fred and George along with Alicia and Angelina agreed readily as did Ron and Hannah. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall pled exhaustion and blamed their advanced years. Remus and Tonks said they would be delighted.
Just when everything seemed to be going so well two things happened at once to completely shatter the carefully contrived calm.
As Ted Tonks was shaking Sirius’ hand good night and thanking him for a lovely evening he also added, “Dora sure was disappointed that she wouldn’t get to work with you but I must say I’m very pleased with the progress you’ve made since you’ve been on the Wizengamut.”
Before Hermione had a chance to even throw a hateful glare at Sirius, Andromeda drew Hermione into a hug and said, “I’ll owl you tomorrow with the names of those schools.”
The unknowing couple clasped hands, offered parting words of thanks and congratulations and left. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the grenade to detonate.
“So, thinking of being an Auror?” Hermione’s hard eyes and icy demeanor confused Sirius for a moment. He was pretty sure he was the one who was angry. “Thanks for keeping me in the loop.”
“That’s rich,” spat Sirius, “considering your offering up our children to strangers so you can do the exact same thing.” Hermione took a step back, intimidated for just a moment by Sirius’ glower.
Hermione drew a breath for her retort when the lack of friendly chatter caught her attention. Every eye in the room was on them, some wary, some shocked. This was not at all normal for the usually happy couple.
They both realized that this was neither the time nor the place. Schooling their faces into carefully constructed masks, they smiled at their guests.
“Misunderstanding, that’s all,” said Sirius with a smile, putting his arm around Hermione.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley smiled nervously at the couple and then wished everyone a fun night. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall did the same. As he passed Dumbledore whispered something in Sirius’ ear that earned a look of contrition from the former felon. The elder wizard smiled kindly at Sirius as he offered his farewells. He paused to speak quietly to Harry and Ron, the two future Aurors and then left with McGonagall, humming as he went.
“Alright,” said Sirius with a voice of forced calm, his arm still around Hermione. “Let’s go have some fun.”
Miscommunication
Harry and Hermione sat in the living room watching television. It was a recent addition and they were making the most of it. Unlike many wizarding households, Sirius had always taken advantage of that trademark muggle convention known as electricity. In contrast with Hogwarts where the super abundance of magic coming from both the castle’s inhabitants and the castle itself which made electronics an impossibility, their home was electricity friendly.
The television had been Harry’s idea, a gift for giving him a place to call home. Despite Sirius’ protests that Harry was living with them because of his misstep at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, Harry would hear none of it. He claimed a selfish motivation, that of wanting to watch television, but nobody was fooled.
Hermione graciously thanked Harry for the generous gift, knowing only too well that Harry was not to be dissuaded once his mind was set. She was secretly thrilled with the gift because just like Harry she longed for a few muggle things in her otherwise magical life.
While they sat in companionable silence watching a comedy, laughing together in all the right places; their attention was diverted by the sound of scratching at the window. Harry patted Hermione’s knee and got up to relieve the owl of its burden. He picked an owl treat from the bowl by the window and then opened it. The owl stopped its fluttering and dutifully stuck its leg out. Harry removed the letter and gave the owl its treat. It hooted thankfully and then flew back the way it came. Harry held the letter reverently in his hands as he walked back over to the couch. Hermione looked up at him and noticed the anxious expression on his face.
“Who is it from?” she asked curiously.
“The Ministry of Magic,” he replied, his voice drenched in apprehension.
“You’re not in any kind of trouble are you?” she asked as he resumed his seat beside her.
“No,” he replied. “I think…I think it’s from the Academy.” She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to open the letter but he just sat there, staring at it.
“Would you like me to open it?” she asked sympathetically.
Her words seemed to snap him out of his apparent shock. He smiled shyly at her. “Nah, I got it.” He untied the ribbon around the rolled up piece of parchment and then broke the wax seal. He slowly unfurled it while keeping his eyes closed and his breath held. He let out his breath, opened his eyes and read the contents of the letter. A huge smile spread across his face. “I got in.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Hermione threw her arms around him in congratulations. “I knew it!” she squealed delightedly.
“Do you mind if I pop over to the Burrow and tell Ginny?” asked Harry.
“Of course not! I’ll owl Sirius and let him know the good news.” She paused to think for a moment. “You know Sirius will want to do something to celebrate. Keep your schedule clear; don’t let Molly strong arm you into anything before you talk to us.”
Harry smiled. “Sure thing. Thanks, Hermione.” Harry stepped into the fireplace and was gone in a swirl of green.
Hermione conjured a quill, a pot of ink and some parchment. She penned Sirius a quick note about the good news and let him know Harry was keeping his schedule free. She walked over to Mercury and gently petted his sleek feathers. He stuck his leg out and let his mistress tie on the letter. She gave him an owl treat and asked him to hurry.
Hermione returned to her previous distraction. During a commercial break she let her eyes wander about the family room. They landed on her NEWTs results which still lay out. She lightly fingered the tennis bracelet at her wrist which had been Sirius’ congratulatory gift. As she stared at the results her face began to turn down into a little frown. It bothered her that she had worked so hard for those grades, top of her class in fact, only to find herself stagnant.
With grades like hers she could do anything but it looked like her future would be consumed by motherhood. Sirius always told her that once the babies were born she was free to take over the world, but was she? His little joke always made her smile but the truth was, once the babies were born she still wouldn’t be free.
Not that she railed against motherhood, quite the opposite. She couldn’t wait to meet her son and daughter but she knew that at some point she was going to need more. Then something struck her; why couldn’t she do both? The muggle’s had their childcare centers, surely there was the magical equivalent. She wondered what Sirius would think about that. She resolved to talk to him about when he got home. Wondering who might know about things like magical daycares, her thoughts landed on Andromeda. She would know which ones were the best. Just as she started to write she heard a scratching sound at the kitchen window. She looked over to see Mercury waiting patiently to be let in. She walked over and opened the window. Mercury hopped inside and stuck his leg out so she could remove the note. Sirius had written his reply on the backside of her letter to him.
Get a headcount and make reservations at The Sorcerer’s Garden. Invite EVERYONE!
P.S. you are the hottest thing on two legs I have ever seen
Hermione blushed and giggled.
“Everyone?” she said out loud.
She took another piece of parchment and at the very top she wrote ‘Guest List’ and underlined it twice. Then she started writing down names. There was Ron, of course, well the entire Weasley clan actually. Then there was Remus and Tonks as well. She paused to think, chewing thoughtfully on the end of her quill. It couldn’t hurt to invite Andromeda and Ted. Finally she added Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Looking over her completed list she realized she had a lot of work to do. She decided to go with written invitations for Dumbledore, McGonagall and the Tonkses. In the letters she conveyed the urgency of an immediate response. Once she had sent Mercury on his way she walked over to the fireplace and threw in some powder. She cried out the address of Remus and Tonks and stepped into the flames.
Remus was sat upon their couch in the little sitting room, reading a book. He looked up when he heard the activated fireplace and then smiled in pleasured surprise. “Welcome, Hermione! What brings you here?”
“Well,” began Hermione, “Harry got his letter of acceptance to the Academy and Sirius wants to celebrate. We’d like to invite you to join us at The Sorcerer’s Garden this evening.”
“Wow!” said Remus. “He’s really going all out, isn’t he?” Remus paused for a moment. “I’m not sure if I have anything nice to wear but I’m sure Tonks would love to go.”
Hermione shook her head with a devilish glint in her eye. When she spoke it was with slow deliberation. “They have this desert that you will love.” She let her voice take on a seductive quality. “It starts out with the moistest chocolate cake that will ever pass through your lips. Hidden in the cake are pieces of the world’s finest chocolate truffles.” She paused significantly to let him take that in. “Then,” she continued in a sultry voice, “they cut a piece of that cake, just for you and pour a layer of ganache on top and let it cool.” Hermione let her voice drop to a whisper. “And then they drizzle syrup made of the world’s finest chocolate.” Hermione raised her voice to normal. “This cake is one of their specialties, you know.” She looked up to see Remus, dazed, watching her with his mouth hanging open. Hermione snapped her fingers at Remus, startling him. He looked at her, embarrassed, with a sheepish smile.
He cleared his throat a little. “Naturally, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. For Harry, you see.” He grinned a bit sheepishly at her.
“Naturally,” agreed Hermione. “For Harry.” She tossed him a smug grin.
“What time are reservations for?” asked Remus.
“Seven thirty,” replied Hermione.
“I imagine you have a few more stops to make.” Remus still had a slightly dazed expression on his face.
“I’m headed to the Burrow now,” confirmed Hermione, a slight look of dread on her face.
“Good luck,” said Remus sympathetically. They both knew that Molly would want to take over the festivities.
“See you tonight,” said Hermione. She offered him a last smile before stepping up to the fireplace. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it in. “The Burrow!” she cried confidently and then stepped into the green flames.
The scene she arrived to was one of festive celebration. The only Weasley’s at home were Molly, Ron and Ginny but they were making enough joyous noise for the whole lot of them. Upon seeing Hermione step through the fireplace they immediately pulled her into their merriment.
“I got my letter too, Hermione!” chortled Ron happily, his face flush with pleasure.
“That’s wonderful, Ron!” sang Hermione, stepping forward to give him a big hug.
“Well,” said Molly. “This calls for a celebration! We’re going to need a cake and…”
Hermione politely interrupted Molly. “Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley, but Sirius and I already have plans with Harry.” Molly’s face fell.
“That’s true, Mrs. Weasley,” said Harry. “They asked me to keep my schedule free tonight.”
“Oh,” said Molly, a bit more snappish than she intended.
“Everyone is invited of course,” said Hermione. “Our treat.”
Molly’s face brightened. “Oh,” she said again, this time much lighter. “What can I do to help?”
“Not a thing,” smiled Hermione. “We’re taking everyone to The Sorcerer’s Garden. The reservation is at seven thirty.” Ginny did a little dance of joy behind her mother’s back.
Molly spluttered in surprise. “That’s far too expensive!”
Hermione remained calm. She had expected this. “We’ve already got confirmed guests, Molly, and Harry promised to keep his schedule free for us.”
“Now let’s just talk about this,” said Molly diplomatically, hoping to use her parental authority as a means of coercion. “We can have just as fine a celebration right here.”
“I’m sure you’re right, Mrs. Weasley,” replied Hermione. “But Sirius really wants to do something extra special for Harry. He’s had so few opportunities over the years, let’s let him have this.”
“Oh, well…,” said Molly a bit self consciously. “I guess we can celebrate with Harry another day.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Hermione surprised. It suddenly dawned on her that Mrs. Weasley would be uncomfortable in so fine a restaurant, as poor as she was. “Don’t you want to come to celebrate with us?”
“I just wouldn’t know what to wear,” said Mrs. Weasley finally.
“Well,” said Hermione, “I’m wearing my one and only maternity dress and it’s nothing special. The important thing is that we’ll together.”
“Of, course you’re right,” said Mrs. Weasley with a smile, reassured. “We’ll I guess we’ll need to alert the whole family?”
“Absolutely!” said Hermione with a great grin. “Ginny, will you run and ask Fred and George if they can join us with Alicia and Angelina?”
“Happily!” said Ginny, practically skipping to the fireplace.
Hermione turned to Ron. “Would you go ask Bill and Fleur if they can come?” Ron smiled and nodded and followed his sister.
“So who has confirmed so far?” asked Harry.
“Only Remus and Tonks,” replied Hermione.
There was a noise from the fireplace and then Ginny stepped through. “Fred and George are in,” she said gaily. “They’re bringing Alicia and Angelina as well.”
“Excellent,” said Hermione.
There was another noise from the fireplace that announced the return of Ron. “Bill and Fleur are coming.”
“Do be sure to invite Hannah,” she said to him with a smile.
Hermione let out a satisfied sigh. This was easier than she had anticipated. “Be sure to let Mr. Weasley know.”
“I’ve just owled him,” confirmed Molly.
“Well, I’d better head home. I’ve got a few details to wrap up.” She gave Mrs. Weasley a last reassuring hug. She didn’t want the matron to feel self conscious or out of place. This was, after all, a happy occasion.
Once Hermione was in her own family room she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. A scratching noise at the kitchen window caught her attention. She walked over and let Mercury in, giving him an owl treat before she removed the responses from his leg. “Dumbledore and McGonagall, yes,” she said before vanishing the note. “The Tonkses, yes.” She vanished the second note with a pleased expression on her face. She counted the names on her guest list and nodded her head. “Reservation for eighteen it is.” Hermione returned to the fireplace and threw in some powder and cried, “The Sorcerer’s Garden.”
Hermione was deposited into a very posh reception room which was furnished with several elegant fireplaces. The walls were hung with rich tapestries and there was marble beneath her feet. She exited the room and walked over to the maître d’ who was standing elegantly behind his podium.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I’m Hermione Black.”
“Of course, Mrs. Black,” he said. “How are you this fine afternoon?”
“I’m well, thank you,” said Hermione. “My husband’s godson just got accepted to the Auror’s Academy and he would like to hold a celebratory dinner here tonight, in his honor.”
“How many in your party?” asked the maître d’.
“Eighteen,” replied Hermione, a bit sheepishly.
He smiled comfortingly. “It is a large party and a bit last minute but we are more than able to accommodate you. We have a few large party rooms for occasions just like yours. Now, what time are the reservations for?”
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. “Seven thirty.”
“Very good,” said the maître d’.
“Thank you so much,” said Hermione.
“Not at all,” he replied. “We’ll see you tonight.” Hermione gave him a grateful smile before heading back out the way she came.
Once she had returned home she went directly to the kitchen and made a sandwich which she ate with a glass of milk and an apple in front of the television. One program turned into four as she let her mind be completely absorbed by the television. It was easier to do than she would have thought possible. When the grandfather clocked chimed at the top of the hour Hermione glanced up and noted that it was five o’clock. Heaving her somewhat ungainly body from her comfortable spot on the couch she ambled off in the direction of the bathroom she shared with Sirius.
After showering she wobbled into the bathroom to find a fresh pair of maternity underwear. Once she had her under things on she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe how large her belly had grown. The only part of her new look she had any appreciation for were her newly ample breasts. While she was applying her scant amount of makeup she heard Sirius arrive home by floo.
“Hey beautiful,” he greeted casually, coming up behind her. He rested his chin on her shoulder while reaching around her body to embrace her belly. Turning her head toward him she kissed his cheek. “Where’s Harry?”
“He’s at the Burrow with Ginny,” she replied. “How was your day?” Sirius released her to change into more comfortable clothes.
“Well,” he said from the bedroom, “that bit of legislation from your committee did the trick.”
“That’s wonderful!” she called back, elated, as she magically dried her hair. “So, when is the vote to abolish the law?”
“Tomorrow,” he said from the doorway to the bathroom. His was changed into a pair of blue jeans, his nicest dragon hide boots and a black silk shirt with an attractive sliver pattern running through it. Hermione had commented once that it brought his eyes out. Being far too vain not to remember something like, the shirt had become a favorite. Over all of that he wore his devil-may-care robes from his youth. Hermione lifted her eyes to respond to him but whatever she was going to say got lost on its way to her lips. Her breath caught, which he noticed and smirked at his besotted wife. “Still got it,” he whispered into her ear while nibbling at her neck.
Hermione blushed but didn’t look away from his reflection in the mirror. He quickly realized that the moment had turned from playful flirtation to something more meaningful. “Someday I’m going to have to write the ministry a ‘thank you’ note.”
Sirius shook his head and said with complete sincerity, “We would have found each other without their meddling.”
Her soft brown eyes searched his but there was no hint of anything false. “Do you really think so?”
“I have to believe that Hermione. I have to believe that after all life has thrown at me something as wonderful as you was waiting for me.” He took a step forward and turned her by the shoulders to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, “You gave my life meaning, Hermione. I am grateful for you everyday.”
Hermione clutched him tightly, tears of emotion overwhelming, little drops of happiness forming at the corners of her eyes. Unable to speak she just nodded and gave herself to moment.
“You should probably finish getting ready.” He stole silently out of the bathroom and let Hermione get composed. Dabbing her eyes and giving herself one last once over she left the bedroom for the closet. Silently thanking her mother for insisting on at least one maternity gown she slipped it over her head and closed the closet door. After slipping into her atrocious yet unbelievably comfortable loafers she spritzed on a little perfume. She joined Sirius on the couch where he was still getting to know the remote control. Grinning at her as she walked into the family room he showed off his new skills. “I think I’ve got it!” He proudly turned the volume up and down, changed the channels and then turned the television off. “Ready?” He bounded to his feet.
Nodding her head, Hermione raised her hand for a help up. “Ron got his acceptance letter as well, you know.”
“Good,” replied Sirius. “I never doubted that Ron would get in but all the same, I’m glad Harry will have a friend at the Academy.”
Hermione reached into the little bowl above the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder. One after the other she and Sirius left for their evening at The Sorcerer’s Garden.
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Hermione dusted herself off and glanced into one of the mirrors in the posh parlor. Sirius was right behind her and quickly excused himself to check on their reservation. Just as Hermione was satisfied with her reflection Remus stepped through one of the fireplaces followed immediately by Tonks. Tonks flicked her eyes at Hermione, almost shyly, as Remus excused himself to join Sirius.
“Wotcher, Hermione,” said Tonks automatically and then dropped her eyes again.
“Hello, Tonks,” said Hermione a bit stiffly. The last time she’d been around Tonks the other witch had been a bit cool with her.
“You’re really huge!” blurted Tonks and then immediately went red in the face and stared at her shoes.
Realizing that Tonks was trying to make up Hermione laughed, a bit forced but still friendly enough. “I seem to be getting bigger everyday.”
Tonks glanced up at Hermione and gave her a shy but genuine smile. “Look Hermione, I’m really sorry. Now that it’s all played out I see why you handled it the way you did.”
“Thank you.” Hermione’s return smile was just as genuine. “Sorry if I got a bit shirty with you.”
“Nah,” offered Tonks. “That last bit for me was just because I was looking forward to working with Sirius.”
Hermione’s friendly smiled turned puzzled. “With you?”
“Yeah, you know, when Dawlish offered Sirius that Auror’s position.” As soon as the words were out of Tonks’ mouth she regretted them. “Surely he told you.”
“Actually, replied Hermione, her expression darkening, “he left that bit out. Was this right before he took his seat on the Wizengamut?”
Tonks gave Hermione a pleading expression. “I don’t want to get in the middle of this.”
“Tonks!” gritted Hermione from between clenched teeth.
Tonks hung her head like a dog. “Fine,” she grumbled. “He accepted the position…”
“He accepted it!” snarled Hermione, incredulous.
“But then he turned it down.” Tonks rushed her words hoping to make it all better.
“Well, why tell the wife indeed,” griped Hermione. She was about to say more when Harry followed by Ginny followed by Ron followed by Hannah all joined them in the parlor.
“Hi!” chirruped Ginny, bright and happy until she saw Hermione’s expression. “Oh, no. What’s wrong?” Harry and Ron cast worried expressions at Hermione.
“Nothing,” muttered Hermione. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Are you alright?” asked Ron.
“I will be,” vowed Hermione darkly. “Let’s go have fun.” Dubious glances behind her back wondered of that was even possible given her black expression. Nonetheless, Hermione plastered on a plastic smile and left the parlor in the lead.
Sirius and Remus were talking quietly by the maître d’s podium, purposefully giving Hermione and Tonks a chance to talk. Both men were puzzled by Tonks’ anxious face and Hermione’s fake smile. With a prayer for patience Hermione allowed Sirius to link his arm with hers as they followed the maître d’ to their private room.
“Alright, sweet?” asked Sirius.
“Never better,” answered Hermione, her voice falsely saccharine.
Sirius wasn’t convinced in the slightest but he let it go for the moment. He would ask her what happened with Tonks when she could be more open with her answer. The maître d’ opened a set of double doors that led to a large room with a long table. Behind the table was a long window with glass double doors that led to a patio nestled in a luxuriant garden. The garden was complete with a small waterfall that fed a large pond. Despite her fury Hermione felt charmed by the lovely party room.
Hermione and Sirius found seats together with Remus and sitting beside Sirius at Tonks’ urging. She wanted a protective body between herself and Sirius. Harry and Ginny sat across from Sirius and Hermione with Ron and Hannah across from Remus and Tonks. The restaurant wait staff took their drink orders and offered horderves.
Within moments of getting settled Andromeda and Ted Tonks were ushered into the room greeting its inhabitants warmly.
“Don’t get up,” urged Andromeda as she took the seat next to Hermione. “Now tell me, how you’ve been?” Ted settled next to his wife.
Before Hermione could answer Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were ushered in. Upon seeing that they had a private room Mrs. Weasley seemed to release a breath of tightly held air. She and Mr. Weasley took seats across from Ted and Andromeda as they greeted everyone in turn.
The next to arrive were Fred and George, who were escorting Alicia and Angelina. Alicia sat next to Hannah with Fred next to her while Angelina sat next to Tonks with George on her other side. Another round of greetings and congratulations went around as the newcomers settled in. George flicked a paper airplane at Harry that squeaked ‘congratulations’ when he unfolded it. Fred dropped a dungbomb down Ron’s shirt. Sirius roared with laughter. A waiter smiled indulgently and vanished the noxious odor. As each new guest arrived drinks were ordered and delivered, menus were handed out and waiters stood by with a wide variety of horderves needing only a glance to get their attention
Just as conversation began to take form Bill and Fleur joined the party. With a good deal less fanfare than his brothers Bill escorted Fleur to a seat next to his father. As he pulled his chair out to sit next to Fleur she halted his progress with her hand.
“No,” she said in her thick accent. “Seet acrross frrom mee so I can see your ‘andsome face.”
Ginny rolled her eyes, Mrs. Weasley looked away in embarrassment while Bill, with a smirk, did as he was told.
As the dust was settling in Fleur’s wake, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall entered the room. McGonagall’s sharp eyes scanned the room and chose a seat next to George Weasley. Although they kept it inaudible you could practically hear the groan from Fred and George. With an indulgent smile for Fred, Dumbledore took his seat across from McGonagall.
As each new guest arrived they had been presented with a menu and their drink order had been taken. The wait staff worked like ghosts, barely noticeable except for the quiet refilling of glasses while also keeping the horderves flowing. After a few moments of quiet conversation and contemplation, food orders were taken and menus were retrieved.
Sirius stood with his wine glass raised and looked his godson in the eye, proudly. “I would that James were here today and Lily, too. In their absence it falls to me to tell you how proud I am of you. It is quite a feat to get accepted to the Academy. I know you are going to do great things. Cheers!” Sirius touched his glass to Harry’s which was followed by a round of clicking and congratulations.
Dumbledore’s voice cut across the clatter that followed in the wake of the toast. “No one in your lifetime or even mine,” said Dumbledore in reference to Grendelwald, “has ever faced down and defeated so great an evil. While it is true we all worked together, in the end it was down to you.”
Harry however shook his head. “At the very end it was down to me, Ron, Hermione and Sirius.”
“What?” said Sirius startled. “No, son, that was something the three of you did together.”
“From the corner of my eye I saw Bellatrix take the shot at Hermione. I was about to turn back for her but then you showed up. I knew then that she would be safe.” Sirius smiled and nodded, not really in agreement but too touched to argue.
In total defiance of the moment Fred grinned wickedly at George. “Getting accepted into the Academy is quite an honor. Harry I understand, but Ron has never been a great enforcer of rules.”
“Oh, too true,” said George. “We were a right pair of rule breakers but our little bro’ never put us in our place. Let us get away with murder, he did.”
“Too be fair it wasn’t really murder,” said Fred innocently. “But Ronnie hardly stood up for what was right and true, which we weren’t.”
“Like you would have listened to me,” grumbled Ron.
“How can you be sure? You never tried.” George snickered. “Just turned a blind eye.”
“And now you’re off to make the world a safer place, tsk, tsk,” chided Fred.
“Actually, I did the very best thing I could,” said Ron in a superior tone, remembering the one and only time he’d seen someone other than his mother strike fear in the twins hearts.
“Oh, yeah?” scoffed Fred. “When was that?”
“I let Hermione handle it.” Ron nodded to her with a smile.
Hermione arched a challenging brow at Fred and George, daring them to make her tell the tale of hustling first years into testing their skiving snack boxes, a fact as yet unknown to their mother. The twins both swallowed and smiled weakly at Hermione. They realized they were in a corner with their backs against the wall.
“Right terror she was, too,” said George.
“Handled it like a pro, little bro,’” gushed Fred. Harry, Ron and Ginny shared a significant smile.
“I am intrigued,” said Sirius quietly to Hermione.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how vicious I can be.” Behind her smile, Sirius read danger and felt a chill slide down his spine. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he was sure of it.
The flash of danger in Hermione’s eyes was caught by more than just Sirius. Harry and Ginny exchanged a worried look. They knew the pair rarely fought but when they did, they seemed to fly to extremes.
“Should be interesting at your house tonight,” said Ginny under her breath.
Harry nodded and then added. “Maybe I’ll bunk with Ron tonight.”
“Are you kidding?” hissed Ginny. “They’ll need witness to keep from killing each other.”
Harry sighed, wishing he knew what set Hermione off. He remembered that Hermione had been talking to Tonks when he arrived. Something had been wrong then. Harry set his green eyes on her as she was just across the table from him, only Remus was between them. It didn’t take long for Tonks to feel a set of intense eyes on her. She looked up and when she did Harry flicked his eyes at Hermione. At first Tonks wasn’t sure what Harry was trying to get her to look at until she leaned back in her chair. Her instant reaction was to look guilty. Harry’s face turned down in a frown.
“I don’t know what exactly,” said Harry to Ginny, quietly so no one else could hear. “But Tonks has something to do with it.”
Ginny popped her head up reflexively, gazing at Tonks as if some magnetic force was pulling her eyes in that direction. Tonks, who had been glancing up at Harry ever since his discovery, caught Ginny’s curious look and cringed.
Before anymore could be made of the tense conversation conducted only with glances, the main courses arrived and were presented. Despite the foods elegant, artistic presentation, the portions were generous and judging by the sight and sound of the assembled, divinely delicious.
Andromeda smiled at Hermione, who was clearly enjoying her food and said, “I have a surprise for you.”
Hermione politely cleared her mouth before speaking. “Really?” It was the first time all evening she sounded genuinely pleased. Her tone and relaxed posture did not go unnoticed by Sirius. He smiled.
“I’m throwing you a baby shower next month!” Andromeda was delighted with Hermione’s pleased smiled.
“Oh, that is so wonderful of you!” Hermione was truly touched by the gesture.
“I’ve got the invitations all made out and ready to send with tomorrow’s post.” Andromeda winked at Hermione and took a bite of her dinner.
“That reminds me. I was going to write but I may as well just ask you now that I’ve got you. Can you give me the recommendation of a few good childcare centers?” Hermione cut into her medium rare steak, something she would probably never eat unless of course she was very, very pregnant.
Harry, who had been watching Hermione carefully since his earlier discovery couldn’t help notice Sirius stiffen beside her. Now it was Sirius’ turn to exhibit a darkened expression. Harry groaned miserably and decided he would need to enlist help. He hadn’t caught all of Hermione and Andromeda’s conversation so he wasn’t exactly sure what Sirius was reacting to. He thought he heard something about a baby shower but that couldn’t possibly be what set Sirius off.
Remus who sat between Tonks and Sirius had been getting bombarded with negative emotion all night. It was only a few days until the full moon, heightening his sensitivity to the emotions of those around him. He was most in tune with Tonks, the intensity of her guilt was almost enough to ask her to join him in a stroll around the garden patio that beckoned from the wide expanse of windows.
Less acute was the unmistakable smell of anger that was rolling off of Hermione. He sensed she was keeping it under control but whatever it was, it had her furious.
Across the table he was hit with anxiety which was exuding from Harry and Ginny. Harry he could understand, this night was in his honor and all eyes were on him. But why Ginny?
And then like a blast of hot, noxious gas from a motorcycle tailpipe, anger shocked Remus’ sense. His best friend was suddenly raging like a tethered, tormented dog, straining the chain at his neck when only a moment before he had detected a note of quiet anxiety but that was gone now.
Remus looked around in desperation and wondered what the hell was going on? He looked up and took note of Harry’s worried furtive glances that were being cast at Sirius and Hermione. Ginny too, was glancing at Sirius. He took a sidelong glance at his fiancé whose eyes were pleading with Harry for understanding. He looked at her plate and noticed she hadn’t touched her food. It was impossible that these things were unrelated.
“The garden is lovely,” murmured Remus in Tonks’ ear. “Would you like to take a stroll with me?” Happy of a reprieve from all the tension she gladly accepted.
Sirius took slow careful breaths in an effort to control himself. Usually when his anger caught him unaware he had difficulty keeping a lid on it. Underneath the anger was hurt. He couldn’t believe she was making arrangements for the baby’s childcare without even mentioning that it had been on her mind. She didn’t even offer him the courtesy of asking his opinion. The pain was stunning. He felt pushed to the side, utterly discounted and even belittled. And coming from her…that was the unkindest cut of all. He endured her conversation as she and Andromeda blithely discussed which set of strangers would raise his children. He tried to tune it out, he wished for some, any excuse to leave but it was impossible.
“So why do you even need childcare, Hermione? You don’t work.” Andromeda smiled sweetly at Hermione, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just pulled the pin from the grenade.
“I’m planning to go to work for the ministry.” Hermione took another bite from her juicy, red steak.
Sirius abruptly stood and excused himself, claiming he needed to use the loo. Harry and Ginny watched with anxious eyes. Talking with Tonks in the garden prevented Remus from seeing what had just happened.
“Well, he always was an idiot,” muttered the werewolf. “It’s not your fault Dora. It was natural to assume he had already discussed it with Hermione. He certainly should have. I don’t really blame her for being angry.” He pulled Tonks into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“This is not good,” said Harry darkly. He looked around the table and noticed that everyone else seemed to be having a good time. Bill, Ted and Mr. Weasley were having an animated conversation about muggle inventions. Hannah, Alicia and Angelina were talking shop about the upcoming weddings. Even Fred and George had managed to entertain Professor McGonagall. Only Dumbledore was silent and he was certain he knew why.
The wait staff began to clear away dishes and hand out smaller desert menus as they took orders for coffee. Noticing the movement from within Remus glanced into the private party room, casually taking note of the movement within when a glaring omission was noticed. Sirius had left his own party. A cold clammy feeling took a hold of his spine and slid slowly, sickeningly down. As he considered his options he was distracted by a noise coming from the glass double doors. Harry and Ginny were joining them in the garden.
It only took a glance at Harry to know that something had gone terribly wrong. Briefly they exchanged stories, all parties coming to the same appalling realization.
“I just can’t believe Hermione would consider childcare without discussing it with Sirius.” Remus looked away from the three faces toward the garden around them. The peaceful surroundings offered no solace or comfort. “And then to announce she planned to go to work…you’re certain Sirius was unaware of her plans?”
“That’s when he got up and left,” replied Harry.
Remus sighed heavily. “Well, the only suggestion I have is to insist we all return to their, well, your house.” Remus paused to glance at Hermione who was chatting happily with Andromeda. “Neither will refuse you your right to invite us over, especially tonight.”
Harry nodded. “This is going to be bad isn’t it?”
“Well,” mused Remus, “they are each angry and justifiably so…so I’d say yes. This will be bad although I believe our presence will have a cushioning effect.”
Remus noticed curious glances being tossed in their direction. “We’d better head back in. I’ll see if I can find Sirius.”
While the four of them were returning to the party the man in question reappeared and took his seat beside Hermione. Remus helped Tonks to her seat and as he took his own he smelled the firewhiskey on Sirius’ breath. Remus groaned.
“Alright there, Mooney?” asked Sirius, not drunk but a little loosened up.
“Fine, Padfoot. Thanks. Just creaky joints.” Remus sat and picked up his desert menu. He chose the first thing his eyes landed on and ordered.
Everyone else placed their orders as well and within a few moments the desserts began to arrive. During the interim Harry listened carefully to what Andromeda and Hermione were talking about. Their conversation had turned to girls names. Harry sighed. That was a safe enough of a topic.
Remus was grateful for the lull in emotional bombardment. He could sense that underneath the happy chatter and alcohol a fight was still brewing but some of the steam was siphoned off. His gut instinct told him that they were playing nice for their guests and that once they were at home each had a piece of mind for the other.
“Sirius, Hermione, you don’t mind if I have a few guests over, after dinner, to sort of keep it going?” Harry put on an innocent, unguarded expression. It was the face of someone who didn’t expect to be denied but was excising courtesy.
“Oh…” Sirius had honestly forgotten that Harry lived with them; such was his focus on what he had to say. Guests certainly presented an obstacle to his current plan.
Hermione glanced at Sirius with a puzzled expression. She certainly knew why she didn’t want more eyes, eyes other than Harry’s, to impede the words she needed to expel but his reticence was odd. Sirius loved company. Realizing there was no way to tell Harry no she looked up with as bright a smile as she could muster and said, “Of course, the more the merrier.”
“Right,” recovered Sirius. “Whoever wants to come over is more than welcome.”
“Great!” Harry looked expectantly around the table.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thanked him for the invitation but politely refused as did the Tonkses. Bill and Fleur agreed to come over to which Ginny rolled her eyes. Fred and George along with Alicia and Angelina agreed readily as did Ron and Hannah. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall pled exhaustion and blamed their advanced years. Remus and Tonks said they would be delighted.
Just when everything seemed to be going so well two things happened at once to completely shatter the carefully contrived calm.
As Ted Tonks was shaking Sirius’ hand good night and thanking him for a lovely evening he also added, “Dora sure was disappointed that she wouldn’t get to work with you but I must say I’m very pleased with the progress you’ve made since you’ve been on the Wizengamut.”
Before Hermione had a chance to even throw a hateful glare at Sirius, Andromeda drew Hermione into a hug and said, “I’ll owl you tomorrow with the names of those schools.”
The unknowing couple clasped hands, offered parting words of thanks and congratulations and left. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the grenade to detonate.
“So, thinking of being an Auror?” Hermione’s hard eyes and icy demeanor confused Sirius for a moment. He was pretty sure he was the one who was angry. “Thanks for keeping me in the loop.”
“That’s rich,” spat Sirius, “considering your offering up our children to strangers so you can do the exact same thing.” Hermione took a step back, intimidated for just a moment by Sirius’ glower.
Hermione drew a breath for her retort when the lack of friendly chatter caught her attention. Every eye in the room was on them, some wary, some shocked. This was not at all normal for the usually happy couple.
They both realized that this was neither the time nor the place. Schooling their faces into carefully constructed masks, they smiled at their guests.
“Misunderstanding, that’s all,” said Sirius with a smile, putting his arm around Hermione.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley smiled nervously at the couple and then wished everyone a fun night. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall did the same. As he passed Dumbledore whispered something in Sirius’ ear that earned a look of contrition from the former felon. The elder wizard smiled kindly at Sirius as he offered his farewells. He paused to speak quietly to Harry and Ron, the two future Aurors and then left with McGonagall, humming as he went.
“Alright,” said Sirius with a voice of forced calm, his arm still around Hermione. “Let’s go have some fun.”
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