In Perpetuum: Continuari [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black. Sequel to 'In Perpetuum'. Make sure you read the first story, in order for this one to make sense. A series of one-shots based on the original story, mostly what happened between the end of the story and the epilogue.


3. Ordo Phoenix


"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" roared a much less scarred Alastor Moody.

"That is the only way that we can ensure any kind of success against Death Eaters and You-know-who."

Hermione did not wince as the others did. She was unusually accustomed to Mad-Eye and his sudden detonations. His voice did not perturb her in the slightest.

"You need to know what you're up against, and how to deal with it. You also need to find another place to throw those Dungbombs, Misters Prewett."

Everybody sitting at the table shifted their heads towards the final two seats.

"Oh come on Mad-Eye," spoke Fabian.

"We're only trying to have a bit of fun," continued Gideon.

"Bit of fun, eh?" said Mad-Eye as his magically eyes swivelled around manically, "You-know-who likes to play games as well, but I doubt you'll be agreeing on the games that he wants to play."

Gideon and Fabian instantly hushed themselves, and carried on with listening.

Mad-Eye diverted his attention away from the troublemakers and he continued to speak to the group at large.

"I believe that Miss Potter here is able to provide us with some more information."

Made-Eye did not look as though he believe that a teenager would be able to provide any valuable information about the darkest wizard of all time, however, on Dumbledore's orders, he remained patient and he listened to what she had to say for herself.

Hermione stood from her seat, gulping slightly. It looked, to her, that a frightful number of people had turned up for this meeting. She felt her throat closing up, and she did not know what to say.

A voice startled her from her ruminations.

"But she's not even of age!" a voice cried, aghast.

Hermione looked up and saw that the woman that had spoken was Molly Weasley. The face was less-lined, and the figure a little less plump, but these was nothing to show that there was less love to be given.

Worry and fear was present, and it was comforting to Hermione. She found herself able to speak a little more freely with this small admittance of support.

"Yes, I am underage, but I can still be of use. I know for a fact that Voldemort does not care whether you are of age, or a tiny baby. If he wants you gone, he will stop at nothing to ensure that he gets what he wants."

Molly nodded weakly, and sat back in her seat once more.

Hermione gave an abridged version of her fake past, feeling for the first time, that when she spoke, the others were actually listening to what she had to say.

This spurred her to get to the crux of the matter in a reasonably short space of time. However, when she had finished she was not greeted with the kind of enthusiasm that she had hoped for.

"How do we know that you aren't telling us a load of hogwash?" said Fabian, all trace of laughter gone from his face. His twin sat beside him, nodding.

Hermione pulled up her sleeve to reveal the thin letters that had been carved into her skin. The word 'mudblood' stood out in sharp relief in the glow of the numerous candles of the room.

She heard Molly utter a soft cry when she realised what had been permanently imprinted in this young girl's skin.

Hermione had been surprised that these people had been shocked at what she had told and showed to them. Many of them were trained aurors, and it was very likely that they had been witness to the very terrible things of which she spoke of.

"If you're not going to trust me," said Hermione, "then, at least, trust that Dumbledore trusts me."

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