Hermione looked in the girl’s beautiful blue eyes and her heart hollowed at how much curiosity lied in them. She held the same look Hermione did when she discovered magic: pure, unadulterated wonder. Gently, she put her hand on the little girl’s and she could feel the magic coursing through her. This little girl was magic and she hadn’t known. She was the epitome of everything that Hermione had fought for. The next muggle-born girl who found the wizarding world and regarded it so highly. She fought for her.
She hadn’t noticed how much she had curled in on herself against the breeze until Sirius was sliding out of his jacket and draping it over her shoulders. Her mouth opened to protest, but she cut herself off as she glanced at him. Sirius quirked a brow in wordless challenge at her as he took a long drag from his cigarette. Instinctively, she pulled the leather garment tighter around her with a smile twitching at her lips.
Thank you so, so much to @artofcrumbs(x) for this wonderful piece of my sweet Sirmione angels. It’s perfect, and you’re amazing
