Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Five
Remus's Gift
I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
(Broken - Seether)September 19th, 1998"It belonged to Harry's family. Now it's yours."
Sirius's fingertips lingered on her skin as he clasped the bracelet around her delicate
wrist. When she pulled away from him to look it over, he remained close by so that he
could feel her unconsciously brush against him every few moments, especially when she
began panicking.
"I'm not a Potter, Sirius, I can't accept this." Hermione shook her head, extending
her wrist to Harry. He stood nearby, smirking at her as though it was funny that Sirius had
just given her an expensive Potter heirloom. "Harry, you should―"
"Nope," Harry said, cutting her off immediately. "I agree with Sirius. You're my
sister, and that makes you a Potter. Besides, I like the idea of you having something that
connects you to my family. If anyone honours the words of my House, it's you. Courage
and Craft? Might as well just say 'Hermione Granger.'"
"See?" Sirius gestured to Harry. "Even Harry says it's okay."
Hermione shifted, looking uncomfortable. "I still don't feel right about it, but fine.
You can take it back anytime you want, Harry. When you have children of your own, you
can pass it along to them."
Harry laughing, rolling his eyes fondly at her. "Just take the gift, Hermione, and stop
arguing with everyone. You've fought every single person who brought you a birthday
present tonight."
"Well, I told you not to get me anything in the first place, so it's not my fault," she
countered.