"Hermione, wait." Sirius said, grabbing her wrist and tagging her to the side.
Just ten paces away, Remus had stopped walking to look at them.
He gestured for him to go on ahead. Yet his friend lingered.
Shaking his head, he turned his attention towards the girl beside him.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
He merely gave her smile that didn't reach his eyes.
He would probably sound like a broken record. Still, he needed to know for certain.
In a soft murmur, he said: "Are you sure about this? You know, Remus and I can always tell Dumbledore that you don't want to -"
"No." Hermione interrupted him, shaking her arm off from his grip.
Sirius reluctantly let her go, feeling his gut twist when he noticed the anger that flashed in her eyes; an anger directed towards
Because this wasn't the first time that he had asked her, or had tried to convince her that there was another way that she could help the Order.
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