Epilogue

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Ok so, inspiration of this fic; I got the idea after watching The Time Traveller's wife. I will make some changes but thats where i got the inspiration for the plot (if that makes sense lol)

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. The part about Sirius's death I took almost directly out of Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix but that is it.

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Later edit:

So I changed some very slight things because of inconstancies that I've only just noticed.

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

- Remember by Christina Rossetti-

Harry Potter wasn't the only member of the golden trio to be shaken at Sirius's death.

Another person he knew wept for the loss of the friend, hero and condemned man.

She had always felt strange around Sirius Black. Sometimes he would look at her as if he was expecting her to say something, or like she was an old, old friend, whom he had waited for such a long time to see.

When Hermione Granger had stayed at Grimmauld Place in previous summers she had got to know the ex convict. When she couldn't sleep, he was always there to talk to all night. She told him everything. And in their years at Hogwarts, Harry hadn't been the only one writing to Sirius.

When he fell into the veil... it was like he called out her name. Her head shot to watch his death play out in front of her.

His final minutes were burned into Hermione's memory.

Dumbledore had just appeared and only one pair were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Hermione saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light; he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

While Harry cried out, Hermione screamed on the inside.

"Have you ever been in love Sirius?"

It was a question she had asked in one of her letters to him. She had been exasperated with boys in general at the time. It had been just before Viktor had asked her to the Yule Ball. It had been maddening, listening to Ron and Harry talking about being lumbered without a date. She knew she would only earn pity if she went alone. But the two people she could even consider going with, were her two best friends. She hadn't wanted a date. Just someone to have a laugh with. But they wanted a beautiful girl to accompany them and she just didn't fit the bill. It was lucky Viktor asked her or she may've had to go with Ron as a pity date.

"I was in love. Still am. With the same girl. I see her from time to time. She always seems to be there. Just when I need her. I will always love her, until the day I die."

That was his answer.

Hermione had kept all of Sirius's letters, every single one. She had packed them in a shoebox and put them in a very secret pocket of her beaded bag.

It was 18th June 1998 when the letters wriggled their way into Hermione's head once more. The second anniversary of his death. Over a month since the death of Voldemort. Harry had asked for everyone to keep him company. Harry had been a wreck last year, when left alone on Sirius's anniversary. Hermione was squished onto the sofa between Harry and George in the living room of the Burrow.

Her ex boyfriend Ron stood with his arm around his girlfriend Lavender Brown. The baby Teddy was playing with toys in the middle of the room. Molly and Arthur Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Neville Longbottom with his arm around Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Hagrid and others were all around the room. But it made the gaps more noticeable.

Usually there would be Remus Lupin with his arm around Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody would be muttering to himself in the corner, Fred would be distracting George's attention. Dumbledore may or may not have shown up. It was clear this gathering was not only a memorial for Sirius but for the others who had left them over the last seven years. Even for the people who wouldn't have turned up like Severus Snape and magical creatures and animals like Hedwig and Dobby.

Hermione left the living room to be alone in the kitchen when the question she had asked Sirius came to her. Thinking of Sirius made tears well up in her eyes.

She wanted to meet the love of his life. She wanted to know here the hell she had been all the times Sirius had needed her recently. Why hadn't she been there at the funeral? Why hadn't she joined the Order of the Phoenix? Who the hell was she?

It was then she felt like her stomach was being ripped open and she was lifted off her feet.

When she felt the floor again she wasn't on the carpeted Burrow living room anymore.

Author's note

Thanks for reading guys. Let me know what you think! I wanna know if you guys want me to continue or not :)