the_debt_of_time

"Sirius!" Hermione turned to him, relief on her face as she rushed into his arms,
wrapping hers tightly around his waist. "I thought... Merlin, when you didn't show up―"
"I'm fine, kitten," Sirius assured her, gently tugging on one of her curls. "What'd
Malfoy do?"
He caught Snape observing their interaction with a slightly raised eyebrow. His
expression instantly shifted into a sneer when Sirius glared at him threateningly.
Hermione paid Snape no attention. "I don't know. Harry and I arrived, and Ron
and Malfoy were screaming at one another. They drew wands, Harry jumped in, and other
than insults, I haven't been able to get a word out of any of them!"
"Oi!" Sirius yelled, and the three young wizards looked at him.
Harry grinned. "Sirius!"
"What'd he do?" Sirius asked Ron.
"He bloody splinched me!" Ron bellowed, his wand hand shaking.
Draco scoffed. "Barely. Has he ever even done Side-Along-Apparition? Honestly,
Granger, I thought you'd have him better trained by now."
"Look!" Ron held up his left hand where two fingernails were missing.
Both Sirius and Hermione stared at him incredulously. Before Sirius had a chance
to scold the boy for whinging over a couple of lost fingernails in the middle of a war,
Hermione went into a frenzy, rushing forward and smacking Ron hard in the head,
snatching his wand from his grip in the process.
"Are you mad!?" she shrieked. "That's barely a splinch! Sirius was splinched! I was
splinched! Get over yourself, and get into that Floo right this minute, Ronald Bilius
Weasley!" She pointed to the fireplace where she spotted Snape for the first time; her eyes
widened, and she raised her own wand.
"You!" Harry shouted, his wand pointed accusingly at Snape.
Sirius put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Not now. Bigger fish to fry, better wizards
to fight. But believe me, Death Eater or Order member," he said, his focus turning to
Snape, "you and I will have words."
Snape rolled his eyes and reached for the Floo powder on top of the mantle. "I look
forward to it."