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Chapter Three Who are you?

It didn't hit Hermione that Sirius Black had really returned from the dead until she entered that small room and saw him sitting there looking exactly as he did the day he fell through the veil. She believed Kingsley but to actually see him there was another thing altogether. What made her stop in her tracks was the look in his eyes. He looked at her with such hatred and disgust that she took a step back.

"Sirius? Is that really you?" Hermione asked him quietly.

"Who the bloody hell are you? Another dumb Death Eater? Well listen her sweetheart, I'm not telling you anything. You might as well kill me because I will not betray my godson!" Sirius yelled at Hermione, who hearing what he said visibly stiffened much like she did earlier in Kingsley's office.

"I am not some dumb Death Eater and I am not here to kill you! I'm here because that precious godson you mentioned isn't and once again I have to take care of his responsibilities!" Hermione yelled back at Sirius taking a step towards him.

Sirius appeared shocked at her behaviour. Apparently his previous visitors were much more courteous then she was at the moment. Hermione however, did not care and was fed up at the moment, as all she wanted to do was go home to her baby boy.

Sirius looked at the young woman standing quite intimidating in front of him. He had to admit that she was pretty.

No, beautiful! Epically when she's all fired up. This could be interesting!

Sirius smirked thinking that he could have some fun with the young woman. She had long brown curls that hung loosely down her back and an eye-catching figure hidden under some very boring and business like robes. Sirius took a step towards her. She didn't notice and so he moved closer still until they were nearly touching.

"How did such a beautiful creature like yourself get caught up with someone like Voldemort?" Sirius asked teasingly, as he reached out to move a stray curl from her face.

Hermione looked at him in shock.

Is he flirting with me?!

Sirius took another step so that their bodies were pressed close together. He was about to say something else when he noticed that her eyes had now narrowed in suspicion at his behaviour. Sirius froze. He knew that look from somewhere. As he was so close he could see that his visitor was no older then twenty-two or twenty-three with brown eyes.

Wait! Those eyes look very familiar. Where have I seen them?

Sirius took a step back from the young woman and Hermione released a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Having that close to her felt weird, she just put it down to the fact that he was suppose to be dead.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked her quietly, all humour gone from his voice.

Hermione saw the look on Sirius' face and she knew he was deep in thought. It was a look she saw many a times in Grimmauld Place. She didn't answer, not sure how to. The last time he had saw her she was fifteen.

"Who are you?" Sirius asked her, this time with more force.

"Hermione Granger. "