Chapter 1
Hermione had gone to bed early that night, as her week at work had been hectic at the least. It was the first week of term and she had just started her new teaching job at Hogwarts. She had fallen asleep rather quickly, as usual. It was a left over from the war. She didn't have much time to sleep, being on the run so she had learned to sleep when she could hence the fast falling. She slept deeply and comfortably until morning as she usually did. She was one of the lucky ones that didn't get nightmares caused by the horrors she had seen in the war. Of course she had at first but with some meditating and patience she had soon found herself in a good Place where the war didn't affect her as much as it did others.
In the morning, she woke slowly, blearily blinking her tired eyes. She groaned in annoyance at the fact that she actually had to get out of bed and go down to breakfast. "At least today's Friday." She thought to herself as she stretched out with a yawn. Suddenly strong warm arms wrapped around her body and she froze, wondering who out of all the people she knew and even a few of whom she didn't would even consider getting into her bed. She pulled herself out of their arms and jumped up onto her feet and turned to face the man in her bed blindly reaching for her wand. Her eyes took in the bewildered looking man in front of her, unsure what to make of him. He had wavy sandy blonde hair that fell into his amber eyes that were looking at her intently. His broad shoulders were bare and smooth and Hermione blinked rapidly as she looked down at his rather toned chest and stomach and a blush tinged her cheeks. The man cleared his throat and her eyes snapped back up to his face looking sheepish. He raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a once over before standing up from the bed, completely nude. Hermione stiffened and turned around immediately, averting her eyes as quickly as she could.
The sound of the man getting dressed calmed her somewhat and she felt it safe enough to turn once more. As she turned around she noticed that her things were missing. She had dumped her cloths at the end of her bed yesterday evening and pulled on one of Sirius's old jumpers before falling into bed but they weren't there. She turned her attention to the rest of the room only to find that none of her possessions were in there at all. Hermione was extremely confused and wondered briefly if someone was pulling a prank on her.
"What are you doing in my rooms?" The man asked and Hermione jumped. She knew that voice. It was deep and rumbled through her and she stared at him. It could be, could it? But he looked so young and alive, so full of something he didn't have before. And his scars, they had completely disappeared. She shook her head, becoming dizzy with the utterly confusing and potentially disastrous situation.
"These are my rooms." She said half-heartedly and the many hat struck a striking resemblance to Remus Lupine snorted in disbelief.
"I hate to break it to you darling but these are, in actual fact, my rooms." He said in a somewhat arrogant tone. Hermione was overwhelmed, and she felt faint. She swayed on her feet and suddenly arms were around her guiding her to the bed to sit down.
"Are you alright love?" The would be Remus asked her. Hermione didn't really know how to answer that question.
"I think I need to speak with Dumbledore." She said quietly and he nodded in understanding, calm and reassuring as he pulled out his wand and summoned a patronus. Hermione was in awe of the wolf that stood before her, majestic, strong and proud. She couldn't help but wonder if he was a werewolf or not, because at this point she had no idea what was possible. He didn't have any of the physical signs of the curse. In fact, he looked to be around mid-thirties and Hermione had never seen him look so young, even when he had been her teacher.
His patronus ran out of the room and presumably to Dumbledore so saw to summon him to what Hermione was starting to process as Remus s rooms.
Remus sat down next to her and looked at her as she tried to breath. She was panicking. What if she had gone back in time? What if she had died in her sleep and this was some twisted version of the heaven her parents had tried to get her to believe in when she was younger and unaware of her magic.
"No matter how you got here, I'm sure there's a simple way to get you back you know." Remus said and Hermione nodded as her breathing calmed and she relaxed slightly.
"Do you know how you got here?" He asked, obviously curious and fishing for information.
"I have no fucking idea. And I hate not knowing things." She huffed out in frustration and annoyance. He chuckled and the frown that had cemented itself onto her face deepened.
"I had a feeling you were one of those people." He said. Before Hermione could reply there was a knock on the door and Remus jumped up to answer it, presuming it to be Albus.
"Are Remus, what can I do for you my boy? Your message sounded rather urgent." She heard the voice of the man she hadn't seen in three years and stood up abruptly, staring at the door waiting for Remus to move out of the way so she could see him. She didn't even know why she had asked for Dumbledore, but for some reason her displacement felt so serious that she just knew he would still be alive here. If Remus could be without his lycanthropy, then Albus Dumbledore could be alive. This world as she had come to start thinking about it, seemed to be a much brighter one that her own.
Remus opened the door and Albus stepped inside, his curious sparkling eyes flittering about the room until they landed on her. He smiled kindly at her and she nodded in return, unable to do anything else. This was the man that manipulated Harry's life so that he would be willing to sacrifice himself to Voldemort. This was the man that completely ignored Harry for an entire year, making him feel alone and scared. This was the man that had left the terrifying and emended task of destroying all of Voldemort's horcruxes to three teenagers who had absolutely no idea what they were doing. She was still mad at him even though the war had ended more than a year earlier. And yet was also relieved to see him in front of her. It was like she was a child again, in situation she couldn't comprehend and Albus was the adult who knew so much more that she ever would and could tell her what to do? She couldn't explain it better than that.
"And who might you be dear?" He asked her kindly.
"Hermione Granger, sir." She said and Remus raised an eyebrow as he observers the conversation.
"And did you find yourself to be in Mr Lupins quarters Miss Granger?" He asked her, his voice soft but coaxing.
"I went to sleep and woke up here. I'm not sure what happened to be honest." She said and Dumbledore looked at her for a moment before turning to Remus.
"Remus would you be so kind as to excuse us both? I think this on versatile is better suited to my office." He said and then walked out of the room. Hermione stood there, unsure what to do. She knew she should follow the old man but she was still disorientated.
"I think he meant for you to follow him Hermione." Remus said and she nodded, looking over at him and giving him a smile as she too went for the door.
"Wait!" Remus said and grabbed her arm before she could get to the doorway.
"Maybe you should borrow a prior of my boxers and some socks. Otherwise the students will be talking about you for the rest of the year, and it's only September." He said with a lopsided smile that made her heart jump. He went about searching for something of that would fit her, handing it to her. She put them on hurriedly and thanked him profusely before following in Dumbledore's foot steps towards his office.
