the_debt_of_time

Remus stood up straight again and looked down at Sirius, shoving his hands in the
pockets of his robes. "Honestly? I had Dumbledore remove some of my
more... potent memories."
"Orchards?" Sirius asked, scratching at the Pack Mark buried beneath tattoos on his
shoulder.
"Among others." Remus nodded, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. "I still knew
everything that had happened, but it was supposed to take the edge off.
Unfortunately, Moony remembers everything, so even when I struggled to make the
connection, the wolf was right there to shove it in my face. It would probably
help you, though, if you'd want to try it."
Sirius contemplated exactly how to respond for a moment. "Take my memories of
her out of my head? Remus, I'll be as gentle as I possibly can when I say this: I will
very literally tear the throat out of any witch or wizard that tries to take that girl away from
me again. Even in memory."
Remus nodded in understanding but then smiled. "Don't let Hermione hear you say
things like that. She's quite a pacifist."
"I thought you said she punched Malfoy's brat?"
"That was a rare moment, and you could tell she felt bad for it afterward. She's
almost pure Gryffindor. It took—It'll take Dorea to bring out her inner Slytherin."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Terrific. I'm trapped in my childhood home, the place where
I literally almost died once, my dead mother screams obscenities anytime someone speaks
too loudly, Dumbledore refuses to bring Harry here, and not only am I forced to be around
the fifteen-year-old version of my bond mate who doesn't even remember me, but she no
longer finds my violent streak endearing. What the fuck else could go wrong?"
As if summoned by the words, Kreacher appeared, walking around the corner and
glaring at Sirius.
"Master, horrible wretch that he is, has let the filthy blood-traitors into the house.
Oh, my poor Mistress, what would she do to Kreacher if she knew Kreacher was forced
to clean up after traitors and werewolves and shifters and the filthy Mudblood. Oh, they've
let a Mudblood girl into the house. Poor Kreacher!"
Enraged by the slur being used against Hermione, Sirius stood. Unable to contain
the anger he had been burying deep down all month, he barrelled down upon the house-