Hermione G. X Sirius B.

I do not own Harry Potter

This is my first story so I'm sorry if it's not that great!

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Prologue:

Hermione Jean Granger was born to Jean and Emmit Granger on September 19th 1979. Like every other student of Hogwarts, Hermione received her letter when she was 11 years old. She deducted that she was probably the most boring student of Hogwarts almost instantaneously. By barely stepping onto the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 and 3/4, she could see just how much different the wizarding world was than the muggle world. This could clearly be seen by the jumping chocolate frogs that were currently in the possessions of all Hogwarts students alike. However, soon after Hermione found out that she was no longer the boring know it all. Instead, she was an adventurous know it all and of course, she owed the pleasure of being this to Harry Potter.

As Hermione grew with her boys, she noticed that Harry was not the flamboyant martyr that everyone said the boys' father was. Instead he was a vulnerable boy that was given no choice but to be confident in his abilities and to protect those that he cared for. Because of this, Hermione knew since the day Harry and Ron saved her from a troll that she would do anything for them. She would kill for them, she would be killed for them, and she would be anything that they needed her to be. For Harry Potter, this was an older sister and more importantly a family of their own.

Until her 6th year, what was quite possibly the worst day of her life, was the day Voldemort returned in their 4th year. It haunted her for months knowing that once again one of her boys were on the brink of death and once again she was not there to save him. Although Harry and Ron were more of the bronze and could fight their way out of nearly anything, Hermione was the brains and gave them the ideas for their attacks. Without her they relied on nothing but instinct and 5 times out of 10 there was a chance their instincts could fail them.