Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: It begun before it had even started.
Remember when I mentioned I was planning a SHr fic months ago? Well, the prologue’s up. If anyone likes it enough to make a cover art for my artistically challenged self, then I’ll thank you forever.
Hi everyone! I was not aware that there was an entire blog dedicated to the fabulous Sirius/Hermione ship! I decided to join in because I have been writing a fic for about a year (ish) and wanted to get it out there!!
There’s the link, I try to update every week or so (I’ve gotten more frequent recently).
Description: A love story stretched over 20 years leaves one man to watch the woman he loves live without knowledge of him, and the woman to reawaken in a world where the man is gone forever. Sirius/Hermione; a time travel story.
As of now, it’s about 30,000 words and 14 chapters. I’m expecting around 25 chapters as of now, but who knows! I’d love for everyone to check it out!
“What’re you up to?” Sirius plonks himself on the arm of Hermione’s chair, and reaches out to tilt her book so he can see the title.
“Well,” Hermione says, “I’ve got a book in my hands and I’m looking at the words in it. I’d hazard a guess at reading, though I could be wrong of course.”
Sirius chuckles. “Playing hard to get? That’s okay, I can deal with that.”
Hermione shakes her head, though she is smiling. “This approach is never going to work. I know you’re only interested in me because I’m new. I’m not stupid.”
“You’re wrong,” Sirius tells her, trying and failing to tug the book out of her hands. “I’m interested in you because you’re new and good looking. And because you’re yet to have a reason to hate me, which vastly increases my chances of -” he stops, catching himself just in time before he says something that Hermione thinks she could justify slapping him for.
“Your chances of what?” she asks, one eyebrow raised.
“My chances of…taking you to Hogsmeade.”
“I can take myself to Hogsmeade,” Hermione replies, returning her attention to her book.
“Yeah, I know that,” he says, struggling for what Hermione imagines is one of the first times in his life when talking to a girl. “But you need somebody to show you around…”
“What were you planning? A guided tour of Zonko’s?” She turns the page of her book, though she’s not really concentrating hard enough to retain anything other than the basic gist of what’s written. She’s very aware of the way he smells. It’s the same expensive aftershave he will wear as an adult. It’s not something she had particularly noticed before, but now her head is littered with memories of Grimmauld Place.
“We can go to Zonko’s if you like,” Sirius says. “I was thinking maybe a walk round the town, a visit to Tomes and Scrolls…a Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks…”
“Maybe ask me when I’m not in the middle of something,” she says, idly flicking her page over.
“I’m trying to read.”
“Yeah but -“
“You’re blocking my light.”
He tries again to snatch the book out of her hands but Hermione holds it out of reach.
“I’m better looking than that book you know,” he says sulkily.
“I can’t say I’d noticed.”
I love Hermione and Sirius in this series!
ahhhhhh thanks so much!
Well, I am currently in the process of posting fic recs at this moment so stay tuned and check them out. And if it’s multi-chapter ones you’re looking for, I’ll have them up soon. So, just check out what I’ve already posted if you haven’t already and await for more~
His light blue eyes met hers for a split second when the spell struck him; the look he gave her said everything his lips couldn’t. And then, he was gone… but even death couldn’t take that contagious laugh from his mouth. Sirius Black died smiling.
She watched as he drifted away from her, and all she could do was watch. She had never felt greater pain. She had never known the meaning of pain until he was gone.
Hermione woke up in an empty tent; panting and sweating. She had been dreaming of her best-friend’s godfather again.
She missed her Snuffles.
She missed her Sirius.