Hermione shrugged. "I’m a Dark Witch, Albus Dumbledore, I can feel death – the death that you carry in your heart and in that stick you call a wand. Harry is touched by it, always has been, but something keeps it at bay. He’s marked but not doomed. Perhaps the Black Legacy can protect him when all your Light cannot. Sirius will be making his adoption official with or without me joining the House. At least if I join I can do what I can to pay in his stead."