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When Remus arrived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place with Sirius, who had recovered for the moment but was still looking a little green, he found that Hermione was still in a foul temper. She was making a cup of tea for herself and every movement had an edge of violence to it. The cabinet doors banged open, releasing a cup and saucer that slammed onto the old oak table, the kettle practically screamed in pain when she flicked her wand at it to boil the water.
Sirius was moving under his own power and slouched into the kitchen, throwing himself into a chair and then folded the upper half of his body onto the table, groaning in discontent.
“What’s his problem?” asked Hermione with no sympathy.
“Nausea,” answered Remus. “He got pretty sick after you left.”
“Hard to know what to expect with this,” said Hermione thoughtfully. “When I used the Time Turner in my third year each jump back came with a sort of buzz in my head. I imagine there will be some side affects for a few days.”
“Wonderful,” came a deep voice from the kitchen table, followed by a miserable groan, Sirius turned his head without taking it off the tabletop to look at Remus and Hermione. She was looking at him with a small frown, still irritated, but turned away when Sirius caught her eye. “You’re not still mad, are you?”
“As a matter of fact…” she started to say but he interrupted her.
“You need to develop a sense of humor,” he observed.
“I happen to have a wonderful sense of humor,” she defended with a small huff. “It just doesn’t extend to men making lewd comments about me.”
Sirius lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at her, taking her in more closely. He couldn’t deny that she was pretty, beautiful in fact, but it was apparent that she didn’t place much value in it. Wearing her hair in a bun that had once been tight and matronly but was now softened and falling apart gave her the appearance of a frazzled librarian.
Completing the look was her lack of make up, not that she really needed any though, and the button down blouse she wore with only one button undone from the top, soft woolen slacks that were not designed to accentuate her figure and very sensible shoes.
‘Awfully young for a spinster,’ he thought.
Deciding that perhaps Remus was right, that maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to tease her despite her clear attraction, ogling him in fact, Sirius made an apology of sorts.
“I was just joking around, I didn’t mean to get your knickers in a bunch,” he turned his head the other way and groaned again.
“My knickers aren’t bunched,” she said, her temper starting to rise again.
“Fine, your knickers aren’t bunched but you have to admit you were drooling just a bit,” he kept his head turned away to cover the small grin.
“Padfoot,” said Remus wearily before Hermione could say something to escalate matters. “Shut up.” Sirius shrugged his shoulder as if it didn’t matter to him either way and didn’t notice when she left the room to compose herself.
“The nerve of him,” she hissed under breath, pacing in the drawing room. “Arrogant, egotistical…certainly thinks a lot of himself…I was not drooling…” Hermione released a short angry breath. It took her about ten minutes to get her temper under control so she could return to the kitchen. Sirius didn’t seem to have gotten much better while she was pulling herself together.
He was still sat at the old, oak table, still nauseous from being wrenched forward through time and shaken from all that had happened over the course of two horrifyingly eventful days. Periodically he would look up at Remus, desperate to take it all in, to somehow make sense of what had transpired.
Mercifully Hermione and Remus were quiet, allowing him time to adjust in his own way before shocking him further with the realities of the situation. Suddenly he leapt to his feet, knocking his chair over on its side as he raced to the sink where he retched and spit.
Hermione got up from the kitchen table and quickly bolted up the stairs to the hallway bathroom where the medicinal potions were kept. Rummaging around in the potions cabinet until she found what she was after, a nausea antidote, and then returned to the kitchen.
Sirius splashed his face with cool water and rinsed his mouth out, thinking his moment of sickness had passed. Hermione tried to hand him the potion but he shook his head. “Nah, I’m in great shape, beautiful.” He tried to stand up straight, dwarfing her for just a moment but his stomach lurched again, forcing out the rest of its contents, which was mostly bile, as he coughed and groaned, leaning heavily on the sink for support.
Hermione wasn’t prepared for him to call her beautiful, again, particularly not between bouts of nausea. At its best it was inappropriately presumptuous, at its worst it was arrogance and entitlement, as if he had the right to speak to her in that manner, for no other reason than he was Sirius Black. The casual way the words had rolled off of his tongue suggested that he didn’t mean any of it and that sort of egotism grated on her nerves
Smirking just a little, ‘serves him right,’ she left the potion on the counter to allow him to make up his own mind without any pressure from her. She looked over at Remus as she sat back down to gauge his reaction and caught him gazing at Sirius in an exasperated, bemused sort of way but there was something else too. Remus was visibly tense, holding his body taut across the shoulders. He seemed wary, waiting for something, uncertain.
Sirius conjured a towel to wipe his face as he eased back into an upright position, vanishing it when he was done and then downed the potion with a grimace. Walking a few steps over he rested his hand on the table for support as he lowered his body to pick up the chair he had knocked over, sat heavily into it and then leaned back, balancing on its back legs. “So, you’re not Death Eaters, no one is trying to seduce me,” his lips quirked up at the edges in a jagged smile, “we’re in this horrid house, headquarters for the Order, the irony of which I could appreciate if my circumstances weren’t so thoroughly fucked. Would someone please tell what in the name of Merlin’s saggy Y-fronts is going on?”
One thing there was no denying was that this younger version of Sirius possessed a sort of charisma that the older Sirius she knew had been robbed of. Well, robbed was probably the wrong word but he certainly didn’t possess it in the quantities that this one did. He exuded a sort of energy that she had read some people commanded but had never experienced first hand.
Not that she didn’t find him frightfully irritating.
Remus was still tense, like he was waiting for something and it made her a little nervous. If memory served the older Sirius could be unpredictable, something that was often alluded to by the other adults at the time. She had gotten the impression that he was always on the tip of doing something rash, ready to push the limits of a situation at the first opportunity. Perhaps this is what had set Remus’ teeth on edge.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione began to try and explain the accident that had led to this impossible situation, although in the back of her mind a voice reminded her that when it came to magic, impossible required a new definition.
“Well, we should probably explain a few events before we get to the actual details of what happened because there is a bit of history that led up to the reason for a portion of the accident.” Hermione looked to Remus to help her explain things.
“You said that you were about to be arrested,” started Remus, “and in fact you were.” Hermione noticed that he seemed to be choosing how to explain things very carefully. “Once your name was officially cleared James and Lily’s son Harry opened an investigation as to why you had been falsely arrested.”
Ah, so we’re not going to mention that he died.
“Harry?” Sirius’ attention shifted instantly. “Where is Harry? How is he?”
“I’ve owled him,” she said tersely. “He’ll be by later. This is going to be a real shock,” she paused, “and a big disappointment.” Her hand flew to her mouth, unable to believe she’d just said that.
“You’re a bit of shrew,” teased Sirius in a light tone, taking her bait but not too seriously.
“Would you two please try and focus,” begged Remus. “There is so much to consider and things that need to be worked out.”
“I’m just having a little fun, trying to make the best of my situation. Pretty birds were always a weakness and then you make them prudish to bo-” Sirius praised himself inwardly when she rose to her feet in an angry huff.
“How dare you?” With the blood in her face glowing brightly and eyes blazing Sirius was certain he’d never seen anything prettier…or more fun.
“I had forgotten what a ridiculous arse you were at times,” said Remus with a laugh in his voice as he fingered the note from Tonks. She would be disappointed that she wasn’t here for this.
“What?” Sirius turned his head suddenly enough to force a few cracks in his neck joints and looked at his friend in shock. “Look, dad,” he sneered mockingly, “my whole life just got turned upside down and so far I’ve gotten no answers and hardly know what questions to ask.”
Remus just continued to laugh and shake his head at Sirius. “I see it doesn’t stop you from running off at the mouth. Now you owe her an apology.”
“Her? What about the apology she owes me?” he said, indignant. “Big disappointment indeed.”
“Padfoot!” said Remus with a dangerous edge to his voice.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Sorry, love,” muttered Sirius, not sounding very sorry at all.
“I’m not your ‘love,’ Sirius,” she growled.
Sirius’ lips quirked mischievously. “My mistake, pet.”
“Hermione, Sirius,” she gritted. “Just Hermione.” Sirius just put his hands up in mock defeat and didn’t goad her any further.
As infuriating as he was it was difficult not to be impressed by a man who could suffer through what he had just experienced in the last couple of days and still maintain a sense of playfulness, no matter how inappropriate it might seem to her.
“Hermione?” said Remus.
“What?”
“Big disappointment?” said Remus with an eyebrow raised.
She looked at Remus like he was a traitorous dog. After all he had said to her, she was supposed to apologize? To him? Remus simply held her gaze with pointed expectation of her compliance.
“Fine,” she finally huffed. “Sorry, Sirius.”
Sirius grinned widely and leaned back in his chair, well pleased with her submission. “Alright,” he said expansively. “I am going to go out on a limb and guess that it is not 1981, so what year is it?”
“You might want all four legs on the floor for that one,” said Hermione in a sardonic tone.
“Alright, beautiful,” said Sirius, appreciating the scowl she threw at him for his effort. “Thanks for the tip.” He let the front legs of the chair fall to the floor with a loud bang, making Hermione jump in her seat. This young woman was something new in his experience and found he was fighting a losing battle at not trying to get under her skin. He couldn’t seem to help himself.
“2003,” said Remus, smirking at Sirius and his too shocked expression, robbing him of enjoying Hermione’s reaction.
“Well…well…” Sirius was at a loss for words. “Fuck!”
“Language,” said Hermione primly.
“Well, I don’t know what else you say in a situation like this,” retorted Sirius heatedly. “How do I get back?”
“You don’t want to go back,” said Hermione quietly, not looking forward to explaining just how bad his life had gotten. “And you don’t need to because the – “
“Not go back? I know enough about meddling with time to understand that my absence in the timeline will have repercussions. Harry needs me around because if Petunia is half as bad as Lily made her out to be then I want to maintain a presence in his life. Plus I have to clear my name, I won’t be known as the man who brought about the death of James and Lily Potter.” Sirius was impassioned and intense, strikingly handsome as his face lit up with the power of his conviction. She was glad for her irritation to remind her he was a prat.
“Your name was cleared,” said Remus helpfully.
“Posthumously,” finished Hermione, ignoring Remus’ glare.
“Post - you mean I’m dead?” All of the blood drained out of his face.
“Yes,” said Remus, with evident sadness. “But you died the way you always said you wanted to.”
“Blaze of glory?” asked Sirius, his face lighting up. Hermione gave Remus a look to question his honesty which he patently ignored.
“Fighting Bellatrix,” confirmed Remus.
“Evil bitch,” said Sirius happily.
Hermione narrowed her eyes to slits as she peered at Sirius with a touch of distaste. “In the Department of Mysteries there is an archway and it is believed that it is a portal to the other side of life. Bellatrix’ spell knocked you into the archway.”
“Oooo,” cooed Sirius. “A mysterious death. How sexy is that?”
“Is he joking?” asked Hermione of Remus.
Remus cocked his head thoughtfully at Sirius and nodded his head. “Partially, but if he had to die he would rather do it with notoriety.”
“So, back to me getting back, does anyone have access to a Time Turner?” Sirius was not to be deterred.
“The thing is,” began Hermione, “you can’t go back because you are already there.”
“No…” he said evenly, as though she were a little slow. “I’m right here.”
“Yeah, I don’t understand that either,” said Remus.
“I’m trying to explain,” she said patiently, going back to where Remus had left off. “Your name was cleared, as it turns out your arrest was illegal. There was no warrant, for goodness sake there wasn’t even a trial. The only paper trail the Ministry has on file is the record of your arrest and the paperwork from Azkaban. Azkaban should never have accepted you as an inmate because the Ministry official who arrested you didn’t sign it.”
“No trial?” said Sirius disbelieving. “Why the fuck didn’t the Order speak up for me?”
“As far as everyone knew, Sirius, you were the Potter’s Secret Keeper,” said Remus. Hermione heard the shame in his voice and wanted to hug him. “We all believed you were guilty.”
“IT WAS JAMES AND LILY!” roared Sirius. “You had to know, Remus, that I would never betray James and Lily.”
Remus had nothing to say for himself, he just stared at his hands and kept quiet, ready for the storm.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” said Sirius and he suddenly stood up to pace about the room.
“It’s not as though you didn’t suspect me too, Sirius,” said Remus calmly.
Sirius stopped in his pacing for a moment and let out a breath of air slowly. “Well, at least I had a basis for my suspicion, Remus. Voldemort was offering werewolves more rights at the very same time that the Ministry was trying to take more of them away and there was a spy. We all knew it.”
“You think that makes it all ok?” asked Remus. “You’re just as guilty of suspecting a friend as I was.”
“Well, what did you say when you came and talked to me, Remus? Because I know for damn sure I denied my guilt. What did you say when I told you it was Peter all along?” Sirius conjured a glass and a bottle of firewhiskey and poured himself a drink. He looked at Remus, waiting for the answer but Remus was back to staring at his hands again. Suddenly a glass shattered against the stone wall in the underground kitchen making Hermione jump in her seat. “You didn’t even come and talk to me?” shouted Sirius.
He was back to pacing, so angry that he didn’t trust himself to speak.
He reminded her of a caged animal, muttering darkly under his breath and throwing Remus angry glances, she felt helpless to aid the situation. When he finally spoke there was a dangerous calm to his voice.
“James and I accepted you from the beginning, never shunned you, never gave a damn that you were a werewolf and this is how you repay our, my friendship. Four years, Remus, James and I worked our arses off so that you wouldn’t have to be alone when you transformed. For fucks sake, Remus, it was always me and James…how could you…” He threw himself back into the chair and buried his head in his hands for a moment before looking back up. “So, tossed in a cage, no one gives a fuck, then what?”
“Well,” said Hermione, more timidly then she would have liked because he was a bit scary when he was angry. “Harry wanted to know who was at fault, how this had happened to you.”
“Glad someone gave a damn,” muttered Sirius.
“When Pettigrew was captured…” Sirius interrupted Hermione.
“Where is he now?” he growled.
“He’s dead now, Sirius,” she answered.
“Go on,” he said, slightly mollified.
“Well, he was forced to give over the details of your arrest with Veritaserum,” she continued.
“Wait a minute,” interrupted Sirius. “Peter was long gone by the time that Fudge came to arrest me.”
“So it was Fudge,” said Hermione thoughtfully. “That bastard.”
“Language,” said Sirius teasingly but gently this time, his edge somewhat softened.
“Sorry,” she muttered, embarrassed with a red tinge to her cheeks. “Peter watched your arrest from the sewers, his confession was strange, he seemed to be angry at you somehow but also felt tremendous guilt over your incarceration.”
“He blamed me for James and Lily’s death,” said Sirius quietly. “I imagine he didn’t refuse to become Secret Keeper because, well, he never said no to either of us. I convinced James, we convinced Peter. But then what was he supposed to say, ‘please don’t do this because I’m the spy and really don’t want my friends to die?’” Sirius let out heavy, ragged sigh, thick with emotion that he didn’t want to deal with right now. “Finish your story,” he requested.
“Oh, right,” said Hermione, terribly confused because for just a moment he wasn’t a prat, he was sincere and honest and completely vulnerable, his emotions freely visible on his face. His ability to be completely annoying one minute and then genuine and open the next perplexed her. “Well, Fudge maintains that he wasn’t the one to arrest you, that Pettigrew remembered it wrong or couldn’t see things clearly from the sewer. The Ministry has requested Fudge’s memories but he has used legal channels to stall and as it stands right now it will be years before he gives them over, if ever.”
“Alright, but what does that have to do with why I’m sitting here, now?” asked Sirius.
“I work for a company that develops products for the wizarding community, Shecklemeyer and Sons, and the…” Sirius interrupted her again.
“Wow! They’ve been around forever. They’re really hard to get on with, good for you,” he said in complimentary tones, flashing a winning smile.
Hermione momentarily lost her train of thought, her thoughts, strangely enough, on Sirius’ lips. For one brief moment she wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
“Hermione? Hermione?” Sirius conjured a paper airplane and flew it across the table to her and let it bump her face. Hermione blushed furiously, swatting the airplane away. The minute her hand touched the paper it turned into a note.
Talk now, fantasize about me later.
Hermione remembered why she didn’t like Sirius.
“Very funny, Black,” she said, crumpling the note and throwing it back at Sirius with a scowl. He just grinned widely at being able to irritate her so easily. Something about her brought out the worst in him.
“So, Granger,” said Sirius mockingly. “You work for Shecklemeyer and Sons, how is that relevant?
“I’m in the R and D department and the project I’ve been working on for the last four months is a calendar that works like a Pensieve for a certain point in time. The Ministry commissioned it so that the events of the day you were arrested could be viewed although the way I designed it you could pick any point in time. The rights to the calendar will stay with the company so that we could market it if we wanted to,” she explained.
“And so the calendar pulled him forward in time?” asked Remus confused.
“No, well, not exactly. I do a lot of work with runes, it’s sort of my area of expertise and one of our newer associates was working on her first project which used runes in its design. She was having problems getting it to work properly and came to me for advice,” she continued.
“What did her project do?” asked Sirius.
It’s really quite clever,” said Hermione. “It retrieves lost objects by creating an identical parallel dimension.”
“A what?” said Remus and Sirius in unison.
“Well, it’s mostly theoretical of course, but it’s the idea that another version of reality can lie alongside this version, occupying the same space. To give you an example there could be a dimension where Voldemort never rose to power and another where Harry lost,” explained Hermione.
“Wow,” said Sirius.
“Incredible,” exclaimed Remus.
“Oh, I agree,” said Hermione, nodding her head. “I’ve never seen the practical application of it before. What her project did was create a…”
“Create?” interjected Remus. “Isn’t that, I don’t know, a little unethical if you’re just trying to recover a lost object?”
“Let me finish,” requested Hermione. “So, an identical, parallel dimension is opened, the item is pulled through time and space and then the dimension is collapsed.”
“How do you know the dimension is collapsed?” asked Remus.
“Because it’s not designed to be a fully self sustaining entity,” answered Hermione. “At least that is how I think it works. My associate explained that since the company wants to mass market this item one of the requirements was that it didn’t leave around a lot of dimensional trash. Just guessing off the top of my head I would say that the dimension was only opened enough to find and retrieve the object. Having something removed from it in the process of being opened would create an instability that would guarantee its collapse. That’s just a guess of course but I’ll find out more tomorrow at work.”
“What about the item that was lost in this dimension?” asked Remus.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “Still lost I imagine.”
“I’m still not clear how I got here,” said Sirius.
“Right,” said Hermione, taking a deep breath. “So, we have two projects that don’t work exactly right.”
Sirius interrupted. “What do you mean?”
“I was testing the calendar and couldn’t shut it down, all I could manage was to pause it at the scene just before you were arrested, that moment was stuck in my office,” said Hermione.
“That’s when it happened,” said Sirius. “They were about to arrest me and then there was something strange, I started to…I don’t know, phase out. You know it certainly didn’t seem like I was in an incomplete dimension.”
“Well, no,” said Hermione. “I imagine it wouldn’t since it was duplicated from a dimension that was complete. Up until the point of duplication you were in this dimension. The point when you were phased out was the beginning of the alternate dimension. Once you disappeared it collapsed.”
“So…I am…me?” asked Sirius uncertainly.
“Yes,” answered Hermione. “You are you, but in this dimension there are now two of you. One just happens to be dead.”
“I still don’t understand how he got here,” said Remus.
“Ok,” said Hermione. “My project, the calendar, was stuck at the point just prior to Sirius’ arrest. Her project was this little metal bowl that the retrieved objects were supposed to end up in, the problem was that they ended up at the last place they were seen.”
Remus nodded his head, beginning to see the correlation. “But how did they work together?”
Hermione’s face darkened slightly. “We have a brilliant young Potions Master but he is notoriously clumsy, doesn’t get out of his cauldron enough to learn how to walk properly. He came out of his lab to show me his new potion, he’s always trying to impress me for some reason.”
Sirius and Remus shared a knowing look that Hermione missed.
“Anyway,” she continued. “He comes into my office and is startled by the scene it’s stuck in and loses control of his potion. In his efforts to reclaim it he manages to break it against the recovery bowl which was sitting on top of my calendar.”
“What did the potion do?” asked Sirius.
“It combines the magical abilities of two or more artifacts,” she replied.
“Oh,” said Remus and Sirius together.
“Now we just have to figure out what to do with you,” said Hermione resignedly.
“I can think of a few things you could do with me,” said Sirius cheekily.
“Sirius,” said Remus warningly.
“Why do you insist on pushing my buttons?” asked Hermione. “I just don’t understand you at all. I know that this mistake is partly my fault but I’m trying to help you.”
“I like buttons,” he admitted ruefully. “And you’ve got some fun reactions.” He immediately put his hands up in surrender at her glare. He took a heavy breath and let it out. “I’m sorry. You have to admit though, you do get all dreamy around me.”
“You really think a lot of yourself don’t you?” she accused.
“I’m just honest,” he returned, laughing lightly at her glare.
Hermione didn’t say anything for several long minutes, hoping to discomfort him. “We never liked each other, you and I. I suppose there is no point in us trying to be friends.”
“Ok,” he answered. “I’ve never had girls as friends, outside of…” He didn’t finish his thought as the picture of Lily’s sightless eyes drifted through his mind.
Hermione suddenly remembered of which Sirius’ last couple of days had consisted, it was too horrible to contemplate. The date on the calendar had been more than the day that Sirius was arrested, it was the day after Lily and James died. “Oh, god,” she whispered.
Sirius took a deep breath forcing his emotion down because that was something he would deal with later, when he was alone. “Don’t,” he pleaded. “Don’t make me think about it.”
“You were always a bit arrogant,” she offered helpfully, looking away from him but the corners of her mouth were twitching upwards.
“Better,” he breathed. “Thank you.”
“But I never considered what that would look like when played out in obscene proportions,” she finished.
“Maybe, but you blushed, my dear, which says something,” he countered.
“Can’t you let it rest?” tried Remus, but they really weren’t listening to him.
“You don’t know a witch accuse her of…” she took a deep breath, “fantasizing about you and then say the fault for the blush is hers?” Hermione was astounded by him, liking him less and less by the minute.
“When did he accuse you of that?” asked Remus, who hadn’t read the paper airplane note. They both ignored him and continued on with their little war.
“Would she have blushed if it weren’t true?” he asked with a knowing grin.
“You’re absolutely rotten to your core, are you aware of that?” she fumed, irritated that he was right and lacked the decency to keep it to himself.
“Only someone as self assured as me could pull that off,” he said with a winning smile.
“You’re unstoppable,” she said in sheer amazement that an ego that size could fit in a room so small.
“Yes,” he said smoothly. “I have heard that before.” His voice was laced profoundly in innuendo.
“Enough!” she said, frustrated. “If we’re not going to be friends then why are you still bothering me?”
“I was trying to apologize,” he began. “In the future I will try not to point out the obvious.”
“The obvious?” she said hotly. “You know I feel sorry for Harry, you are nothing like the man he called godfather.”
“How is he?” asked Sirius lightly, changing the tone of the conversation. “If he’s anything like his father, there’ll be some cute witch driving him mad.”
“Well, he’s rather fond of his wife,” said Hermione dryly. Just then they heard the front door open and close and voices talking in the hallway. Sirius looked at her with a particular question in his heart. Hermione nodded to him and then reached across the table and took one of his hands in hers, shocking him, her soft hands having a wholly unexpected reaction in him. It felt natural and right in a way that it shouldn’t have. If she was having a similar reaction she certainly didn’t show it.
“He looks a lot like James, Sirius,” she said compassionately, despite her obvious dislike for him.
‘Ah…’ he thought. ‘Just softening the blow.’
Sirius took a deep, leaden breath, still looking at his hand in hers. “Thanks for the warning.”
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I enjoyed this chapter very much. I've been reading everything you've posted, believe me, and will review the next installment of Innocence fur sur! I know you are wrapping things up, and let me know if you want anything read prior to posting.
Keep it up, girl! :)
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Well, thank you. I see a young Sirius as a bit of cocky asshole and to him she looks like an easy target at first but then when she puts up a fight, well, now he finds he just loves to be under her skin.
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Fuck. Now you have me obsessed with it! *scowls more aggressively*
We all know how much I love this fiction or else I wouldn't be doing this.
Alright.
Starting off with the bitc- ... I mean, Hermione.
She is annoying me.... very much so. Sirius is what... like 21 or 22 here. Right! He is young and a tad bit flirtatious, what is wrong with that? He is a warm, sexy, kind, sexy, joking, sexy; individual. It's not his fault that Hermione never had compliments thrown her way, and she has to take everything that comes out of his sexy mouth and make it into something negative.
If she really hated Sirius so much. Why not ignore him altogether? SHE is the one who lets him get under his skin, not the other way around. If she wasn't so damned insecure, a man like Sirius Black wouldn't bother her as much.
But.... her character is perfect. The flaws, the selfishness, the hidden insecurities, and her crabbiness; makes her the perfect female counterpart. But I just don't like her because she opposes Sirius, and ANYONE who opposes Sirius will get hexed by me.
*Throws a Leg-Locker Curse at Hermione*
And the whole 'I am suffering more than you thing' is REALLY ANNOYING....
Who the hell does she think she is? Even if young!Sirius didn't go through half the shit as old!Sirius went through, SIRIUS (the young one) still suffered a LOT! Hermione is totally insensitive to others around her. She thinks people who have this fun loving way about them don't suffer as much.... that's very similar in canon!Hermione as well. (Example: Refusing to acknowledge that Fred and George are Brilliant).
Okay. Young!Sirius has just seen the corpses of James and Lily (how happy...), almost killed Peter, then instantly framed for James and Lily's murder, and then he traveled twenty years into the bloody future. Without giving the man time to adjust, Hermione decides to get prissy over one comment and throws a hissy fit. *sighs*
Different people have different ways of dealing with grief and Sirius' way was to laugh it off. Which is a hundred times more painful than crying. Closed minded indeed. (I will always love Xeno and Luna for that) *sigh*
Why can't someone just hold him tight? Why can't he have a female supporting him through and through (not a girlfriend... just a mate)? Tonks reactions were very nonchalant and I expected more from Ginny. She should have defended Sirius, he just plays around, instead Ginny decides she wants to hex him. Stupid Bint
*Hits Ginny with her own bat boogey hex*
Harry.... well he is Harry.
*Gives Harry a pat on the back*
Ron..... bad in bed.... *holds back laughter*
Not cool!
*Gives Ron a hug*
Remus.... ah.... Remus. Give him a good kick from me. He is too supportive of Hermy.
*Gives Remus kick*
And last....
BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST.....
My love....
Sirius Black
Everything about him just screams Canon! I don't know how you did it, but shit! He is exactly how I pictured him and MORE. And I am not just saying that because I love him.
No author portrays him this perfectly.... (that's a compliment)
*sigh*
*Gives Sirius a big smooch and tells him to run away with me*
*Sirius says no*
*sighs again*
I have completely fallen in love with this fanfiction. Man.... THIS ONE SHOULD WIN ALL THOSE DAMNED AWARDS!
Every category... except Non-Con... that's mine!
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I love his playful games with her. She's an easy target and like I write him, she amuses and intrigues him. It's a good combination, which is why this couple...was meant to be!
His cursing. It works for me. I've seen/written some words and believe that it might be a bit brash, but he was a young adult...that was quite outrageous. His freaking out with FUCK just fits. Carry on. Love him. Just loving his interactions.
"...as if she were slow." I can see his eyes big and nodding to her as if he was speaking a foreign language. Very excellent visuals, chicky!
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I'll get into later, but his relationship with Remus will have to be redefined. Its not the same and he didn't have 12 years in Azkaban to temper his reaction to being tossed away. He's not as... grateful maybe, as he will became before his death. Certainly nothing had humbled him yet.
Oh, I'm sure he cursed in OotP whenever Molly was out of sight. Ya know? I reread that little piece about the cops chasing James and Sirius on the motorbike and see him standing there, fully convinced of his near invincibility and just, you know full of himself.
Glad the you can see their interactions. I think if there is something I focus on, it would be how characters deal with each other. Not sure how good I am at it, but it is what I like to write about. If you can't see their mood or actions then I've failed so I'm glad that is coming across well.