the_debt_of_time

of—being Muggle-born, but there were many downsides, the greatest of which was being
alienated from her own family—more thanks to Petunia than anything or anyone else.
Even after Lily's parents died, she kept conversations minimal with her sister. She could
only know so much for her own safety.
"Besides, if I hadn't started lying to my parents about the Wizarding world when I
was twelve, they would have pulled me right out of it the moment I said the words mountain
troll." She rolled her eyes and then looked up at Sirius, hands on her hips and a determined
look on her face. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs." Sirius gestured. "He won't open the door for anyone."
Hermione scoffed and made her way to the stairs. "We'll see about that."
Sirius stood beside Remus, watching as Hermione ascended the stairs. Even after
she was well out of sight, they could hear as she rapidly pounded her fist against the door.
"Harry, I know you're in there, will you please come out? I want to talk to you."
Miraculously, the door opened.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, allowing Hermione inside and shutting
the door again.
Sirius stood staring up the flights of stairs, wide-eyed. "That girl is absolute magic.
Was it any trouble getting her—Moony?" He stared at Remus, who had his lips pursed
tightly, his hands shoved in his pockets like he was suspiciously filing away evidence. "What
are you hiding?"
"Nuffing," Remus mumbled, cheeks puffed.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Merlin, does she keep a stash of Honeyduke's bars on hand
just in case she runs into you? You're spoilt," he insisted, poking his friend in the chest.
Remus laughed in response as he swallowed. "You're jealous."
"Git."
"Prat."
"Prick."
"Stupid mutt."
"Wanker."
"Tosser."
"Bloody fucking wolf."