            Hermione expected the bonding ceremony to be something out of a fairy tale. An explosion of magic—a terrible swelling of her heart. But in the end, it was just words, carefully dictated by Luna’s delicate, steady voice. Words that washed over the quiet woods, mixing with the soft calls of birds and forest creatures wandering in the distance. A sense of peace took hold of the moment, settling deep into Hermione’s bones. And as Luna directed Hermione to face Sirius, to touch her lips to his, the gentle magic of the moment slipped in her as easily as breathing.