May 25th, 2005.

Hermione Granger had known she would have to live up to the Wizarding World's expectations. She had known it from the moment Remus Lupin had called her the brightest witch of her age.

And apparently, living in a tent with two teenage boys had not been enough.

She now stood in the Lupins' kitchen, watching as her now close friend, Remus finally came down.

Teddy ran up to her and she knelt down so that she could give him a tight embrace, something that could hopefully make up for the saddening fact that he was now too grown and heavy to be picked up.

"Aunt 'Mione!" he yelled in her ear, as energetic as ever, and she grimaced slightly when the loud voice truly registered in her ear drums.

Giving him a light kiss on the forehead, she leaned back and felt a beaming smile grow at her lips. "Hello to my most favourite boy in the whole world!"

Remus was next to give her a hug, a warm smile directed at her as always. "Hello, Hermione. What are you doing here?"

At the reminder of why she'd initially come to see him, she audibly gulped, unsure on how to divulge into the matter. "Err—well, I was going to ask for your help with something."

He tilted his head, silently encouraging her to continue, despite the desperate breakdown that was growing in her mind.

How was she supposed to delve into the subject without making him think about his dead friends?

"I was hoping you could accompany me to the Department of Mysteries and the . . . Death Chamber Room."

Her heart came to a painful halt when he visibly paled, upset at the reminder of what had happened almost ten years ago. Clearing his throat, he addressed her, "Ah. Did you not quit that job? Please, don't tell me you're changing it again."

She had indeed quit her job a long time ago.

Right after graduating, she had gotten a job as an Unspeakable, and being assigned to the Death Chamber, she had done much research on the Veil. Despite her interest, the multiple voices she'd heard, and the fresh memories of the war had made it much harder for her to work in such a setting.

She'd eventually decided to quit, with the goal of making Werewolf-friendly bills and creating the Lupin Act, instead. It was since then, that she had grown quite close to the sandy-haired man that stood in front of her. Hermione could even go as far as calling him one of her best friends.

On the other hand, the Wizengamot had failed to get used to a Muggleborn being involved in their legal matters and due to her annoyance on their feeble excuses, she'd then ended up joining the Auror Department, instead.

Once her and Harry had been assigned as each other's partners, her best friend had often joked about them being always meant to be working together, and deep in their hearts, the almost-sibling duo was glad about it.

Needless to say, Hermione had long bid goodbye to level nine of the Ministry of Magic.

Though, that had been before she'd begun having incredibly disturbing dreams of Harry's parents and Godfather. Had it been a one-time thing, she would have let it go. But, their glimpses had constantly caught up with her as soon as she closed her eyes. All they'd chanted over and over again was Revertere Anima, Revertere Anima, Revertere Anima—

So - while she had no interest in working there again, Hermione hoped to figure out what was going on with her. Her current theory was that it had something to do with the Death Chamber's connection with Sirius's death. And it would be completely out of character for Hermione Granger to leave her questions unanswered. Hence why she'd decided to ask Unspeakable Lupin for entrance.

The problem was deciding on what to tell him.

In efforts of appearing nonchalant, she shrugged coolly. "I had some research started and you know me—always finishing what I've started."

He stared at her incredulously. "That was three years ago."

Knowing that her fierce glare wouldn't bulge him, she took a different route as she began to plead with him, "Come on, Moony. Please? There's just this one thing I need to do. I'll even babysit Teddy, so that you and Tonks can go out this weekend."

Remus narrowed his eyes at her but agreed rather quickly, expelling a loud sigh. "Fine. I'll go tell Dora and then, we can go."

Hermione gave him a smile that could blind the sun.

Walking in the same room that Hermione had grown to despise turned out to be quite an underwhelming experience. Maybe it was because she had been thinking about it for so long that now, she didn't find her surroundings much surprising.

She could even say that she felt thrilled at the question of what was awaiting her.

With a lot of pleading, she had even convinced a reluctant Remus to stay outside of the room. All she had to do now was stand in front of the Veil and pray to Merlin that she won't be doing anything stupid.

Clearly, saying a spell that she'd only dreamed of and didn't know what to expect, didn't equal as stupid to her.

It equalled to fucking madness to everyone else, she mused before she took an alert stance and squared her shoulders confidently.

Godric Gryffindor, watch upon my bravery.

Gripping her wand tightly, Hermione took one last step forward and stared at the bright curtain that continued to emit faint, grieving voices.

One shuddering breath and, "Revertere Anima!"

For what felt like an eternity, all she could hear was the sound of her own heart slamming against her rib cage. Until the Veil began to shake, and she was forced to stumble backwards. She tried to scream at the hot magic that poured within her Magical core, but all that tore out of her throat was a whimper.


She heard Remus's voice and immediately glanced back at him as he rushed her way. Before she could move towards him, her legs finally gave way and she fell on the floor with a loud groan.

Panicked, green eyes swam in her vision as Remus held onto her shoulders. "What did you—"

A loud, rumbling sound forced their eyes away from each other, and her gaze latched onto three blurry figures.

"What the bloody fuck?"

With that, she let darkness take over.

Sirius Black had thought himself to be the most-almost-perfect man on Earth. That had been before he'd gotten his life fucked over by a fucking Dark Wizard.

When he'd fallen behind the Veil, he'd immediately regretted the cockiness that he had once enjoyed. Taunting Bellatrix had ended up killing him and at last, he had even accepted it.

Getting to see James and Lily again played a big part in that. The trio had tearfully embraced each other, and Sirius had repeatedly begged for forgiveness for fucking up so badly.

Once the couple had sat him down and reassured him that they'd never blamed him for anything, he'd felt at peace after a long time.

So, why the fuck was he back again in the same room with his best friend and his wife?

He blinked repeatedly and cocked a sharp brow when his gaze landed on his other best friend, kneeling beside a curly-haired witch.

"Moony," he heard James exclaim from behind. Obviously, the man looked just as young as he had years ago, when Sirius had last seen him in the living world, complaining about losing his sleep due to Harry's constant cries.

What if . . . Remus was dead, too? No, his best mate had obviously aged.

They hesitantly trudged forward, Remus continuing to stare at them as though they were ghosts. Which, they might be, Sirius thought to himself.

"What the bloody fuck?" Remus exclaimed loudly, and Merlin had the werewolf gotten the mouth of a sailor!

Sirius never felt so proud.

Dear, old Moony stood at once and jumped into their arms, gathering them tightly in his hold and surprising them all when his hands didn't pass through. Were they not dead?

"What is—are you real?"

Lily glanced around, confusion etched on her young face, and she eventually gave Remus a hesitant smile. "Seems like we are."

With tears that now trailed down his cheeks, Remus looked back at the woman that still laid unconscious on the ground, and he murmured lowly, "You brilliant witch."

James wiggled his eyebrows at the werewolf, and Sirius was almost brought back to their times at Hogwarts. "Who's that, Moony?"

Oblivious to their best mate's teasing, Remus's face split into a wide grin. "She's the one who brought you back! I-I don't know how but of course, Hermione did it."


His brows furrowed together, and Sirius scratched the back of his head, his mind reeling as he tried to make sense of that name. "I think I remember that name . . ."

The Potters gave him long, pointed looks, and Sirius instantly raised his hands to placate their accusatory ideas. "No one I shagged."

Remus shook his head, an amused smile now fully grown on his lips. "Of course not."

Feigning a pained look, Sirius gave the old man a wounded cry, his hand clutched over his chest. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked indignantly.

"She's Hermione Granger."

Lily gasped loudly, reaching for her husband's arm. "James! That's our son's best friend."

Sirius gaped at the werewolf, unable to believe his words. "You mean the insufferable, little girl that always fought with me?" he questioned incredulously, thinking back to the hard time he had building a friendly connection with her.

Not that he'd really tried a whole lot, considering he'd mostly dedicated his time to Harry.

While Remus sent a bunch of Patronuses, Sirius took his time to approach the witch and for his eyes to drink her in. He was blown away by how different and yet similar she looked. Her curls looked somewhat softer now, but if you stared for long enough, you could still see the same set of freckles splattered across her button nose.

Sirius admitted that she looked beautiful. Way too beautiful for someone he remembered to be so fucking infuriating. Even her beauty now unnerved him, and he nearly tripped behind the Veil for the second time.

He groaned loudly when a thought crossed his mind.

"She saved my bloody life for the second time now!"

It took more than a week to reunite with everyone and get used to a life where Voldemort wasn't a part of it, as disturbing as it sounded.

Harry had stuck with all of them for every hour of the day in fear of them disappearing again. With a deep pang in his chest, Sirius had felt like a disappointment again for leaving his Godson to deal with the war all by himself.

Though, he had been glad that Harry had ended up having his two best friends by his side. He'd learned that the Weasley kid had abandoned the two for a while, but Sirius couldn't get mad at him for it, considering he wasn't there, as well.

And had she not been dead already, Sirius would've made sure to kill Bellatrix in the most torturous, lengthiest way the moment he learned of the pain Hermione had endured. Lily had broken down the second she'd seen the slur carved on her arm, and James had to take her away to calm her down.

When Harry had told him of how much he'd regretted breaking the taboo and getting her hurt, Sirius had to tell the younger boy that some mistakes were inevitable.

The little witch who had brought all of them back was still under magical exhaustion and had yet to wake up. The Wizarding world had ended up making assumptions on how she'd done the impossible.

Some had started to assume that she'd given herself to the Veil to have them back, while others even ran with the rumours of her using Dark Magic.

In short, everyone had been waiting for her to wake up, and Sirius would've been lying if he said that he also didn't want her to wake up as soon as possible.

They were having breakfast at Grimmauld Place when Sirius was brought back to reality as Harry's loud voice rang throughout the room from his Patronus.

Sirius picked up his pace as he went up the stairs, in the vivid excitement to finally hear her voice again. Despite being annoyed by it in the past, he'd admitted she had only nagged because she'd cared for her best friend's Godfather, and he'd now easily let it go.

It was all too easy, considering how she'd given him all he'd ever hoped for. His best friends together with their children.

Did he say how much he adored Teddy?

Sirius peeked inside the room and his gaze landed on the curls sprawled over Harry's shaking shoulders. The two loudly cried together, unaware of everyone else's presence. He was able to pick up Harry's muffled voice as he repeated his 'thank you's' over and over again.

Hermione shook her head adamantly, cupping his face and giving him a shaky smile. "Anything for you," she insisted, her voice soundly breaking under sobs.

His heart warmed at the sight and then, it caught on fire. She looked up and his eyes met with the warmest colour he could ever see. Tear streaks shone on her rosy cheeks, and he was stunned to hear her voice say his name with such amazement.

He swallowed thickly, calling for a wry smile on his face. "How many more Life Debts are you planning on collecting, witch?"

She sniffed haughtily. "Doesn't matter as long as Snuffles lives."

Sirius lost himself under her words and he could barely make out of what the rest of his friends began to tell her. All he could see was her head shake, a rosy blush tint her cheeks, and her plump lips form around words in such a delicate manner that —

— that he would hate to let go of her lips with his own any time.

Now, where that thought had come from, Sirius did not know.

All the man could think about for the next few months was the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the encounters she and Harry had at work. Or how her nose scrunched when she tried to hide her amusement at one of his jokes.

Though, she always failed, and he was quite—no, very proud of himself for that.

And maybe, even the way she nibbled at her bottom, plump lip whenever she concentrated on something she was working on. Not to mention how her lovely curves caught every single wizard's attention whenever she entered a room.

He wasn't sure if that was such a good thing.

Sirius had started considering Hermione his angel, much to everyone's amusement whenever he pointed it out. Harry would always snort and say that she was, in fact, an angel.

The guardian angel that had helped him defeat one of the strongest Dark Wizards to have ever seen the day.

Hermione Granger came to be the world's brightest witch of the age, her loved ones' angel, and . . . his Kitten.

Needless to say she shot him a dirty look whenever he called her that.

A/N: Hello. I'm not sure if I want to just leave this as a one-shot, or continue for a few more chapters. I'll see if anyone likes it!