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Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a once-over, and declared him fit as a fiddle. More than fit in fact. Harry was an inch and a half taller without Voldemort stunting him. Exhilaration flooded Harry’s senses. He swept up Hermione and twirled around with her in his arms as if performing a ballet, his face beaming radiantly. Hermione giggled and kissed Harry when he set her down.
It was a clear night. Harry led Hermione up to the top of the astronomy tower to look at the stars. Harry wanted to hold Hermione’s hands, but his own were all sweaty with excitement. Harry wiped them on his robes, then put an arm around Hermione’s waist and she curled her furry tail around him.
“Hermione, let’s do it this weekend--get married I mean,” Harry said eagerly. “We don’t have to meet Sirius straightaway. We could go wherever we need to go first... I dunno, are there any wizard priests? I don’t really know anything about religion.”
Hermione giggled.
“It’s alright Harry. You don’t need a priest to get married. Besides, I don’t really care about a church wedding because I’m agnostic. The only reason I might have had for a church wedding was for my parents. They’re Anglican, and they take... they took me to church every Sunday. I suppose...” Hermione frowned.
“I suppose if they ever get over themselves, we could have a muggle church ceremony for them. I was never opposed to the idea. But I’m not really inclined to consider it anymore, even if they ever do welcome me home again.”
Hermione pushed that all aside and smiled again.
“Anyway Harry, we can find a wedding parlour in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. They’ll have someone licensed by the Ministry to perform the ceremony.”
~o0o~
Saturday morning, while most Hogwarts students were departing on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione and Harry walked into Hogsmeade Village together and made their way to Madam Puddifoot’s Wedding Parlour, which was just around the corner from her tea shop.
Harry looked at Hermione anxiously. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling and her silky ears and tail glistened in the sun. He didn’t care if they got married in jeans and sweatshirts, but he wondered if Hermione might like to dress up a bit for the occasion--and he had just remembered something else very important too.
“Hermione, I know we’re just sort of winging it, but would you like a proper wedding dress? I can easily afford it. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but...”
Hermione shut Harry up with a big kiss, then she giggled at him.
“It would take them hours to fit me with my tail Harry. Thank you so much for offering though. I’ll take you up on it on our anniversary.”
Harry grinned at that.
“Right!” he said, “Well then, I only have one stop to make before we get on with this.”
Hermione began to protest when she saw that Harry was leading her to Hogsmeade’s small jewellery shop. But Harry was having none of it, and half an hour later the pair emerged from the shop, a ring box clutched in Harry’s hand.
Madam Puddifoot ran her tea-shop and had a friendly round witch in charge of the wedding parlour. The witch smiled cheerfully at Harry and Hermione as if she saw young wizards their age trying to get married every other day. Her eyes flicked to Hermione’s bushy ginger tail, but otherwise gave no other indication that anything was odd.
“Well dears, if you’re without your parents, I cannot help you. You must be 16 or older to elope.”
“But we’re both legally adults now,” squeaked Hermione. “Professor Dumbledore said so.”
The Marriage Clerk’s eyes popped.
“Really? You both look awfully young for emancipation. Wands please.”
The clerk put each wand in turn on her scales.
“My goodness gracious! You two really are emancipated. Well, there’s nothing standing in the way then. You’ll just need to sign a Ministry form, then I’ll perform a quick ceremony if that is your preference.”
“That sounds lovely,” Hermione replied.
The clerk led Harry and Hermione through their vows. She gasped when she saw the tendrils of golden magic bind their clasped hands together, unbidden. The marriage clerk had heard of them, but she had never seen a spontaneous Unbreakable Vow before. They were extremely rare. The couple were very young, but they were clearly meant to be together.
Finally it was time for the ring: a simple, elegant gold band set with a single sparkling diamond. Harry put it on Hermione’s ring finger and kissed her.
The young married couple ran all the way to the station and caught the next train to King’s Cross. It wasn’t an express, and would take several more hours than they were accustomed to. They didn’t mind though. They were sure to find something to occupy their time.
Harry and Hermione found an empty compartment at the end of the train. Hermione locked the door, closed the curtains over the corridor windows, and cast a muffliato spell--which she and Harry had discovered in Snape’s tattered old Potions book.
Harry cuddled Hermione, kissed her silky ears and softly stroked her tabby tail as they watched the village and the castle recede into the distance. The sensation of liberation could not have been more profound, and the pair began kissing passionately when the castle and village passed out of sight.
Hermione was already steamy and purring loudly, her furry ears flattening. Her heart raced as she peeled off her jeans and panties and straddled Harry’s lap, facing him, clad only in her sweatshirt, socks, and sneakers. Hermione unzipped Harry and gently pulled Harry’s erect penis through the opening in his boxers.
Hermione slipped off Harry’s lap and kneeled between his thighs, pushing them apart. She grinned impishly at Harry, and took him in her mouth. Hermione wrapped her lips and her cat tongue around his erection and began to suck as her head bobbed up and down in time to the clattering of the train.
Hilly fields and farms sped by the window, but Harry didn’t notice as pleasure rippled through his body. Harry’s hands reached out to stroke Hermione’s silky ears as she twirled her rough cat tongue around the tip of his penis.
Hermione sensed that Harry was drawing near and drew Harry wetly from her mouth. Then Hermione straddled Harry’s lap again, this time facing away, and impaled herself on his erection, gasping as he entered her. Breathing rapidly, Harry slipped his hands under Hermione’s sweatshirt and blouse to cup her breasts as he thrust into her moist depths.
Meowing, Hermione leaned over the little table between the seat-rows and her tail began to whip wildly as Harry continued to thrust his penis in and out of her and gently tweak her nipples, one pair at a time. Hermione yowled as the bliss took them. They both lost themselves in a surge of ecstasy and climaxed as trees rushed past the window of the train.
Holding Hermione’s hips tightly, Harry ejaculated numerous times deep inside of her as he gasped in rapture. Finished, Harry pulled out stickily as a string of semen dripped to the floor of the compartment from Hermione’s labia. Panting, Harry slumped and lay back on the seat-row with a glowing Hermione on top of him.
~o0o~
When the train finally pulled into King’s Cross, Harry wrapped up Hermione’s bushy tail in his invisibility cloak and tucked it in while Hermione covered her furry ears with a knitted cap. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would prevent unnecessary attention in the wizard and muggle worlds.
When Harry and Hermione stepped onto platform 9 and 3/4, they were startled to find Professor Lupin and Sirius waiting for them, both smirking and holding enormous bouquets of flowers.
“It would appear that congratulations are in order, Harry and Miss Granger...” Lupin began with a sly smile, “or is that Mrs Potter now?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“How did you know?” Harry asked in bewilderment. Hermione’s eyes popped and her tail twitched anxiously.
“I didn’t see you on the Express this morning, and when I got to the Leaky Cauldron I heard that a young wizard and a cat had eloped in Hogsmeade,” Lupin replied with a straight face.
“This rather beats any of James’s youthful escapades at your age hollow,” Sirius said with a hint of awe in his voice. “We were both very big on rebellion... but responsibility, not so much. You’ve managed to demonstrate a large degree of both in a single act--and you’re not even in Third Year yet. ”
“We... we’re not in trouble are we?” squeaked Hermione.
“No... not at all,” Lupin replied. “It is not generally advisable to marry at such a young age, but you both have the legal authority to do so.”
“Well, I think this calls for a celebration,” Sirius grinned.
Sirius’s house was dark and gloomy, but Sirius assured Harry and Hermione that they would be going out for dinner.
“Harry can wrap your tail up in the invisibility cloak again Hermione. But where we’re going, you shouldn’t need the cloak or cap once we get there,” Sirius said.
“Where are we going then?” Hermione asked; her ears twitched curiously. Sirius responded with a wink and a smile.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
And indeed, an hour and a half later Harry and Hermione found themselves with Sirius and Lupin in a massive London muggle nightclub full of costumed people--many of whom also appeared to be sporting all sorts of furry ears and tails. Hermione was thrilled to be able to show off her fluffy tail and ears without being stared at and assaulted. In fact she received numerous compliments on how gorgeous and realistic her “costume” was.
Sirius and Lupin kept an eye on the young couple, and warned them strenuously against drinking excessively when it was obvious that it would take a shot to loosen Harry up enough for Hermione to drag him to the dance floor. Soon Hermione’s happy tail was bouncing in time to the music as she gyrated to the club beats with Harry.
After some Swedish House Mafia and Skrillex tracks, the DJ slowed things down a bit with some Ellie Goulding. The young wizard couple danced closely, arms around each other. Hermione curled her furry tail around Harry and she gazed adoringly into his green eyes which were sparkling in the strobe lights, her ears flattening slightly.
“I love you Mr Potter,” Hermione whispered into Harry's ear. She was purring loud enough for Harry to hear over the music.
“I love you too Mrs Potter,” Harry whispered back with a soft grin. Harry leaned his forehead against Hermione’s and kissed her deeply as they danced.
Lupin glanced over at Sirius who was watching the young pair, and saw tears in his eyes. He put down his cocktail and sympathetically put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder.
“They’ll be alright you know. Especially now that they have you,” said Lupin.
“It’s not that,” responded Sirius. “It’s just... Harry. He’s so much like James with his boldness and impetuousness, and yet... and yet...”
“...and yet Harry is even more like Lily; he has her maturity and gentle soul,” Lupin continued for Sirius, who was choking up.
It was very late when they returned to Number 12, and Sirius was more than a bit drunk. Lupin put him to bed and then sat with Harry and Hermione in the sitting room with mugs of hot cocoa by the crackling fireplace. The young married couple were a bit tipsy, but only cheerfully so. Hermione settled in Harry’s lap with her furry tail curled around him as he stroked her furry ears.
The Easter holidays flew by far too quickly. Sirius managed to find several events and places to take the two young wizards to where Hermione wouldn’t have to hide her ears and tail. Surprisingly, all were muggle: a Spring festival, a comic/anime convention, a showing of Cats at a West End theatre. And with Harry’s invisibility cloak over Hermione’s tail, they managed to engage in many other muggle activities like going for a picnic in St James’s Park, or going to the cinema.
Harry had never had so much fun as a muggle before. He had never once been to a cinema or a play, or had a picnic in a park. The Dursleys had nearly always left Harry locked in his cupboard when they took Dudley out, except for the rare occasions that they had left Harry with Mrs Figg.
And for part of each day over the holidays, Sirius and Lupin cleaned Number 12 thoroughly, room by room. Harry and Hermione joined in eagerly. Many of the Black family’s dark artifacts being destroyed, turned in to the Ministry, or sold-off, were fascinating to look at. Hermione was brought to tears when she discovered Sirius’s miserable wizened old house-elf trying to hide objects to save them from the purge.
“Isn’t there something he can have Sirius?” Hermione asked as tears rolled down her cheeks. “It’s just so sad. I know he says lots of cruel things to me, but he can’t help it.”
Sirius was moved deeply by Hermione’s concern for Kreacher, who had been very horrible to Hermione from the moment she had set foot in Number 12.
“It’s just that nearly everything I’m getting rid of has been tainted by dark magic,” Sirius sighed. “I’ll try and find something of my brother Regulus’s to give to Kreacher. Kreacher loved him and mother best.”
The four wizards finished their breakfasts together on the last day before the end of the holiday. Sirius regarded Harry and Hermione solemnly, he glanced at Lupin who nodded back encouragingly.
“Harry, I... I’m going to miss you and Hermione very much when you go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. I need you to know something. I’d like you to know that in the event that anything should happen to me, anything at all, all of this--Number 12 and my family’s Gringott’s vaults--now belongs to you.”
The young wizards gaped at Sirius, stunned into silence.
“Everything except for one vault has been transferred into your name Harry. And that vault I am leaving to you in my will. In so doing, you are now the Secret Keeper for Number 12 Harry.”
“What’s a Secret Keeper?” Hermione asked.
“That means that Harry will hold the secret of Number 12's location,” Sirius replied. “It can only be divulged by Harry, and only those to whom Harry has revealed the information can see and visit Number 12. This is very important. If Voldemort returns, this home will protect you as long as you are very careful with who you trust.” Sirius looked at his feet in shame as he concluded.
The wizards did some more cleaning after breakfast. Sirius had managed to wrest a gold locket from Kreacher after a bit of a struggle. He was just about to hurl it into his sack.
“STOP!” Hermione yelled.
Everyone stopped what they were doing immediately and turned their eyes questioningly to Hermione. Her furry ears drooped in fright.
“That... that locket--it’s Evil!” she said, sounding slightly out of breath.
“I know,” said Sirius, perplexed. “Most of the stuff I’m chucking is Dark.”
“No, I mean I’ve felt that exact same feeling before,” responded Hermione. “It’s not just Evil, it’s a very specific feeling. It feels exactly like Tom Riddle’s Diary.”
Professor Lupin’s face paled, and Sirius looked shocked. Sirius had browbeaten Dumbledore into telling him everything he knew about Harry’s connections to Voldemort--including the Horcruxes. He knew precisely what Hermione was on about.
“We’ll take it straight to Dumbledore first thing tomorrow,” said Professor Lupin quietly. “This is bad. It could mean that Voldemort has more of these somewhere.
A heavy silence hung in the air. It was broken when green flames sparked in the fireplace. The figure of Arthur Weasley emerged from the hearth.
Arthur looked a mess. He was out of breath, and he spoke with a panicked voice.
“Sirius, Remus, we need to get the Order together NOW! Fudge is dead. Umbridge is assuming control of the Ministry and she’s pointing the finger at YOU Sirius. She’s calling for you to be detained as a ’person of interest’ in Fudge’s murder.”
It was a clear night. Harry led Hermione up to the top of the astronomy tower to look at the stars. Harry wanted to hold Hermione’s hands, but his own were all sweaty with excitement. Harry wiped them on his robes, then put an arm around Hermione’s waist and she curled her furry tail around him.
“Hermione, let’s do it this weekend--get married I mean,” Harry said eagerly. “We don’t have to meet Sirius straightaway. We could go wherever we need to go first... I dunno, are there any wizard priests? I don’t really know anything about religion.”
Hermione giggled.
“It’s alright Harry. You don’t need a priest to get married. Besides, I don’t really care about a church wedding because I’m agnostic. The only reason I might have had for a church wedding was for my parents. They’re Anglican, and they take... they took me to church every Sunday. I suppose...” Hermione frowned.
“I suppose if they ever get over themselves, we could have a muggle church ceremony for them. I was never opposed to the idea. But I’m not really inclined to consider it anymore, even if they ever do welcome me home again.”
Hermione pushed that all aside and smiled again.
“Anyway Harry, we can find a wedding parlour in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. They’ll have someone licensed by the Ministry to perform the ceremony.”
~o0o~
Saturday morning, while most Hogwarts students were departing on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione and Harry walked into Hogsmeade Village together and made their way to Madam Puddifoot’s Wedding Parlour, which was just around the corner from her tea shop.
Harry looked at Hermione anxiously. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling and her silky ears and tail glistened in the sun. He didn’t care if they got married in jeans and sweatshirts, but he wondered if Hermione might like to dress up a bit for the occasion--and he had just remembered something else very important too.
“Hermione, I know we’re just sort of winging it, but would you like a proper wedding dress? I can easily afford it. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but...”
Hermione shut Harry up with a big kiss, then she giggled at him.
“It would take them hours to fit me with my tail Harry. Thank you so much for offering though. I’ll take you up on it on our anniversary.”
Harry grinned at that.
“Right!” he said, “Well then, I only have one stop to make before we get on with this.”
Hermione began to protest when she saw that Harry was leading her to Hogsmeade’s small jewellery shop. But Harry was having none of it, and half an hour later the pair emerged from the shop, a ring box clutched in Harry’s hand.
Madam Puddifoot ran her tea-shop and had a friendly round witch in charge of the wedding parlour. The witch smiled cheerfully at Harry and Hermione as if she saw young wizards their age trying to get married every other day. Her eyes flicked to Hermione’s bushy ginger tail, but otherwise gave no other indication that anything was odd.
“Well dears, if you’re without your parents, I cannot help you. You must be 16 or older to elope.”
“But we’re both legally adults now,” squeaked Hermione. “Professor Dumbledore said so.”
The Marriage Clerk’s eyes popped.
“Really? You both look awfully young for emancipation. Wands please.”
The clerk put each wand in turn on her scales.
“My goodness gracious! You two really are emancipated. Well, there’s nothing standing in the way then. You’ll just need to sign a Ministry form, then I’ll perform a quick ceremony if that is your preference.”
“That sounds lovely,” Hermione replied.
The clerk led Harry and Hermione through their vows. She gasped when she saw the tendrils of golden magic bind their clasped hands together, unbidden. The marriage clerk had heard of them, but she had never seen a spontaneous Unbreakable Vow before. They were extremely rare. The couple were very young, but they were clearly meant to be together.
Finally it was time for the ring: a simple, elegant gold band set with a single sparkling diamond. Harry put it on Hermione’s ring finger and kissed her.
The young married couple ran all the way to the station and caught the next train to King’s Cross. It wasn’t an express, and would take several more hours than they were accustomed to. They didn’t mind though. They were sure to find something to occupy their time.
Harry and Hermione found an empty compartment at the end of the train. Hermione locked the door, closed the curtains over the corridor windows, and cast a muffliato spell--which she and Harry had discovered in Snape’s tattered old Potions book.
Harry cuddled Hermione, kissed her silky ears and softly stroked her tabby tail as they watched the village and the castle recede into the distance. The sensation of liberation could not have been more profound, and the pair began kissing passionately when the castle and village passed out of sight.
Hermione was already steamy and purring loudly, her furry ears flattening. Her heart raced as she peeled off her jeans and panties and straddled Harry’s lap, facing him, clad only in her sweatshirt, socks, and sneakers. Hermione unzipped Harry and gently pulled Harry’s erect penis through the opening in his boxers.
Hermione slipped off Harry’s lap and kneeled between his thighs, pushing them apart. She grinned impishly at Harry, and took him in her mouth. Hermione wrapped her lips and her cat tongue around his erection and began to suck as her head bobbed up and down in time to the clattering of the train.
Hilly fields and farms sped by the window, but Harry didn’t notice as pleasure rippled through his body. Harry’s hands reached out to stroke Hermione’s silky ears as she twirled her rough cat tongue around the tip of his penis.
Hermione sensed that Harry was drawing near and drew Harry wetly from her mouth. Then Hermione straddled Harry’s lap again, this time facing away, and impaled herself on his erection, gasping as he entered her. Breathing rapidly, Harry slipped his hands under Hermione’s sweatshirt and blouse to cup her breasts as he thrust into her moist depths.
Meowing, Hermione leaned over the little table between the seat-rows and her tail began to whip wildly as Harry continued to thrust his penis in and out of her and gently tweak her nipples, one pair at a time. Hermione yowled as the bliss took them. They both lost themselves in a surge of ecstasy and climaxed as trees rushed past the window of the train.
Holding Hermione’s hips tightly, Harry ejaculated numerous times deep inside of her as he gasped in rapture. Finished, Harry pulled out stickily as a string of semen dripped to the floor of the compartment from Hermione’s labia. Panting, Harry slumped and lay back on the seat-row with a glowing Hermione on top of him.
~o0o~
When the train finally pulled into King’s Cross, Harry wrapped up Hermione’s bushy tail in his invisibility cloak and tucked it in while Hermione covered her furry ears with a knitted cap. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would prevent unnecessary attention in the wizard and muggle worlds.
When Harry and Hermione stepped onto platform 9 and 3/4, they were startled to find Professor Lupin and Sirius waiting for them, both smirking and holding enormous bouquets of flowers.
“It would appear that congratulations are in order, Harry and Miss Granger...” Lupin began with a sly smile, “or is that Mrs Potter now?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“How did you know?” Harry asked in bewilderment. Hermione’s eyes popped and her tail twitched anxiously.
“I didn’t see you on the Express this morning, and when I got to the Leaky Cauldron I heard that a young wizard and a cat had eloped in Hogsmeade,” Lupin replied with a straight face.
“This rather beats any of James’s youthful escapades at your age hollow,” Sirius said with a hint of awe in his voice. “We were both very big on rebellion... but responsibility, not so much. You’ve managed to demonstrate a large degree of both in a single act--and you’re not even in Third Year yet. ”
“We... we’re not in trouble are we?” squeaked Hermione.
“No... not at all,” Lupin replied. “It is not generally advisable to marry at such a young age, but you both have the legal authority to do so.”
“Well, I think this calls for a celebration,” Sirius grinned.
Sirius’s house was dark and gloomy, but Sirius assured Harry and Hermione that they would be going out for dinner.
“Harry can wrap your tail up in the invisibility cloak again Hermione. But where we’re going, you shouldn’t need the cloak or cap once we get there,” Sirius said.
“Where are we going then?” Hermione asked; her ears twitched curiously. Sirius responded with a wink and a smile.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
And indeed, an hour and a half later Harry and Hermione found themselves with Sirius and Lupin in a massive London muggle nightclub full of costumed people--many of whom also appeared to be sporting all sorts of furry ears and tails. Hermione was thrilled to be able to show off her fluffy tail and ears without being stared at and assaulted. In fact she received numerous compliments on how gorgeous and realistic her “costume” was.
Sirius and Lupin kept an eye on the young couple, and warned them strenuously against drinking excessively when it was obvious that it would take a shot to loosen Harry up enough for Hermione to drag him to the dance floor. Soon Hermione’s happy tail was bouncing in time to the music as she gyrated to the club beats with Harry.
After some Swedish House Mafia and Skrillex tracks, the DJ slowed things down a bit with some Ellie Goulding. The young wizard couple danced closely, arms around each other. Hermione curled her furry tail around Harry and she gazed adoringly into his green eyes which were sparkling in the strobe lights, her ears flattening slightly.
“I love you Mr Potter,” Hermione whispered into Harry's ear. She was purring loud enough for Harry to hear over the music.
“I love you too Mrs Potter,” Harry whispered back with a soft grin. Harry leaned his forehead against Hermione’s and kissed her deeply as they danced.
Lupin glanced over at Sirius who was watching the young pair, and saw tears in his eyes. He put down his cocktail and sympathetically put his hand on Sirius’s shoulder.
“They’ll be alright you know. Especially now that they have you,” said Lupin.
“It’s not that,” responded Sirius. “It’s just... Harry. He’s so much like James with his boldness and impetuousness, and yet... and yet...”
“...and yet Harry is even more like Lily; he has her maturity and gentle soul,” Lupin continued for Sirius, who was choking up.
It was very late when they returned to Number 12, and Sirius was more than a bit drunk. Lupin put him to bed and then sat with Harry and Hermione in the sitting room with mugs of hot cocoa by the crackling fireplace. The young married couple were a bit tipsy, but only cheerfully so. Hermione settled in Harry’s lap with her furry tail curled around him as he stroked her furry ears.
The Easter holidays flew by far too quickly. Sirius managed to find several events and places to take the two young wizards to where Hermione wouldn’t have to hide her ears and tail. Surprisingly, all were muggle: a Spring festival, a comic/anime convention, a showing of Cats at a West End theatre. And with Harry’s invisibility cloak over Hermione’s tail, they managed to engage in many other muggle activities like going for a picnic in St James’s Park, or going to the cinema.
Harry had never had so much fun as a muggle before. He had never once been to a cinema or a play, or had a picnic in a park. The Dursleys had nearly always left Harry locked in his cupboard when they took Dudley out, except for the rare occasions that they had left Harry with Mrs Figg.
And for part of each day over the holidays, Sirius and Lupin cleaned Number 12 thoroughly, room by room. Harry and Hermione joined in eagerly. Many of the Black family’s dark artifacts being destroyed, turned in to the Ministry, or sold-off, were fascinating to look at. Hermione was brought to tears when she discovered Sirius’s miserable wizened old house-elf trying to hide objects to save them from the purge.
“Isn’t there something he can have Sirius?” Hermione asked as tears rolled down her cheeks. “It’s just so sad. I know he says lots of cruel things to me, but he can’t help it.”
Sirius was moved deeply by Hermione’s concern for Kreacher, who had been very horrible to Hermione from the moment she had set foot in Number 12.
“It’s just that nearly everything I’m getting rid of has been tainted by dark magic,” Sirius sighed. “I’ll try and find something of my brother Regulus’s to give to Kreacher. Kreacher loved him and mother best.”
The four wizards finished their breakfasts together on the last day before the end of the holiday. Sirius regarded Harry and Hermione solemnly, he glanced at Lupin who nodded back encouragingly.
“Harry, I... I’m going to miss you and Hermione very much when you go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. I need you to know something. I’d like you to know that in the event that anything should happen to me, anything at all, all of this--Number 12 and my family’s Gringott’s vaults--now belongs to you.”
The young wizards gaped at Sirius, stunned into silence.
“Everything except for one vault has been transferred into your name Harry. And that vault I am leaving to you in my will. In so doing, you are now the Secret Keeper for Number 12 Harry.”
“What’s a Secret Keeper?” Hermione asked.
“That means that Harry will hold the secret of Number 12's location,” Sirius replied. “It can only be divulged by Harry, and only those to whom Harry has revealed the information can see and visit Number 12. This is very important. If Voldemort returns, this home will protect you as long as you are very careful with who you trust.” Sirius looked at his feet in shame as he concluded.
The wizards did some more cleaning after breakfast. Sirius had managed to wrest a gold locket from Kreacher after a bit of a struggle. He was just about to hurl it into his sack.
“STOP!” Hermione yelled.
Everyone stopped what they were doing immediately and turned their eyes questioningly to Hermione. Her furry ears drooped in fright.
“That... that locket--it’s Evil!” she said, sounding slightly out of breath.
“I know,” said Sirius, perplexed. “Most of the stuff I’m chucking is Dark.”
“No, I mean I’ve felt that exact same feeling before,” responded Hermione. “It’s not just Evil, it’s a very specific feeling. It feels exactly like Tom Riddle’s Diary.”
Professor Lupin’s face paled, and Sirius looked shocked. Sirius had browbeaten Dumbledore into telling him everything he knew about Harry’s connections to Voldemort--including the Horcruxes. He knew precisely what Hermione was on about.
“We’ll take it straight to Dumbledore first thing tomorrow,” said Professor Lupin quietly. “This is bad. It could mean that Voldemort has more of these somewhere.
A heavy silence hung in the air. It was broken when green flames sparked in the fireplace. The figure of Arthur Weasley emerged from the hearth.
Arthur looked a mess. He was out of breath, and he spoke with a panicked voice.
“Sirius, Remus, we need to get the Order together NOW! Fudge is dead. Umbridge is assuming control of the Ministry and she’s pointing the finger at YOU Sirius. She’s calling for you to be detained as a ’person of interest’ in Fudge’s murder.”
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