the_debt_of_time

A moment later, Remus's eyes widened as though he was seeing something beyond
Sirius. "Unless he was the one. You switched, didn't you? You had James and Lily switch,
and no one told me."
Very slowly, Sirius nodded, his eyes turning back to stare at the girl.
"Professor," Harry interrupted loudly, "what's going on?"
Suddenly, Sirius was being pulled to his feet. Someone was touching him. Someone
was touching him and not hurting him. He almost flinched in reaction, as if to prepare
himself for an attack that twelve years in Azkaban had conditioned him for, but instead, he
felt long arms wrap around him as the old familiar scent of his friend washed over him.
"Moony," Sirius whispered, his voice shaking as Remus held him tighter. "Am I
out? The dementors... Did they finally—?"
"I'm so sorry."
"The... girl," Sirius's voice broke.
"She's real; I promise you. Don't say a word about her," Remus said quietly, a sense
of urgency in his voice. "I'll explain everything later, Padfoot, I swear it. I'm so sorry."
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" the girl screamed.
Remus released Sirius and they both turned to look at her.
"You... You—!"
"Hermione.. ." Remus held his hands up and slowly approached her.
Sirius twisted his lips in bitter confusion.
Who the fuck is Hermione?