Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything of his in that matter. If I did everything would be all dandy! And everyone would be waiting many years for a new book!

Sirius is dead, as is all the normal characters, this is not related to the books except for a few choice events that will most likely be mentioned in this. Harry is going out with Ginny, Ron does not like Hermione as more then a friend.

This is a Remus, Hermione fic, and yeah here it goes. Sorry if the going back in time theme is a bit old, but I really like this story's and thought I would try one of my own.

Hermione:

He always seemed so sad, so down, depressed. He never did more then he ever needed to, never tried to go out and have fun. He always sat down so lonely, he usually had a book with him, but never read it. I could tell by the way he stared at the pages, and then randomly flipped them.

I know he lost his best friends, was betrayed, but he seemed to not even want to live anymore. I could see the small scars that riddled his hands, he never should have been a person who hurt himself. He never should have had to go though what he went though.

Only lately, he was getting worse and worse. I looked out, and around at all the people that saw him, but they never did anything. I know they knew he was getting worse, more depressed but never tried to do anything about it, they just ignored it, let it happen, watched it happen.

"Remus?" I asked, I was nervous, hoping he wouldn't turn me down again and again. Time after time I had tried to help him, be there for him, but he never accepted the help. I didn't know why, the more I tried, the more pain that filled his eyes, what was happening?

"What do you want now?" He asked, now he was just being plain rude.

"What I want now is for you to get off your lazy arse and do something that's what I want!" I began hotly, knowing this wasn't the way I should go about things, but couldn't help myself, or my temper.

He just looked at me surprised, I had never acted like this towards him, and he knew it. His eyes widened a little, and a look of almost disbelief crossed his face, instead of cooling my temper, it made it rage hotter.

"You sit there day after day, never reading, I know that you just turn the pages. You are letting yourself wallow deeper in your self pity. Its disgusting! Everyone knows your getting worse but are afraid to say anything!." I was now getting looks, no one had gotten up the guts so far.

"I know you lost your best friends, I know you lost your childhood life early, but god, snap out of it! What you are doing is not helping anyone, not even yourself. All your doing is getting everybody down, and I know that Sirius or James would not want you to be like this." No my rage hadn't ended, not even close.

"You close people out, just because you don't want to get hurt, but all your doing is hurting yourself more and others."

"Don't you dare bring Sirius or James into this-" He began, but I cut him off, this had to stop.

"I will dare, but that is because I care about you, what would James or Sirius say Remus? I doubt they would agree with you." I knew I was hitting a soft spot, but I didn't care he had to do something, and oh did he do something.

Remus stood up, he looked livid, then got into my face. He growled at me savagely, and before I could help myself, I did something that no one should ever do to a werewolf just a few days before a moon, slap him.

CRACK! Went my hand across his face.

"Don't you dare growl at me." I said calmly, but I could see that this enraged him more.

He grabbed the hand that had slapped him, but yet I stood calmly, yeah I was scared, I was very scared, but I wasn't going to let him have the pleasure of seeing it. He then growled at me again, and that's when I can say, I went off the deep end.

CRACK! Went my other hand, and left a nice twin red mark on his other cheek.

"I'm afraid you didn't hear me, I said don't you growl at me." I said once again, and with equal calmness, I was quite proud of myself with how calmly I was handling the situation.

He then grabbed my other offending hand, and with our faces inches apart growled even more loudly and savagely at me. I then did something, that yet again I should never do, I yawned. I knew I was enraging him, but I didn't care, I was getting him to do something other then wallow in self pity.

His face then turned white, I think he realized what he was doing. "I..I.." He began to stutter, this was a side I had never saw of him. Remus John Lupin was stuttering like a little boy.

"I'm sorry." He said in the most series voice I had ever heard before.

"For what?" I asked, I know I was enraging him further, but I had to get him to crack.

"Hermione, enough." Harry then cut in, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from Remus, up the stairs, and finally into his room.

"What the bloody hell was that Mione?" He asked. He looked angry too, but why?

"I was helping him Harry." I said.

"How does getting him angry help him! If he wants to be sad let him, I don't care what you have to say, leave him alone." Harry said hotly.

"I wont leave him alone, even if I have to take a Wizards Oath to do it, I will make him happy." I said.

"When did you start caring Mione, your trying something no one has been able to do, and you think you can, you never grew up with him, you never saw what he had to go though. You were never there, have no idea what is in his mind and you think you can help him by getting him angry? Harry asked.

"Yes." It was a simple answer, but I would.

"Why?" He asked.

"Like I said in there, I care for him, even if no one else does." With that being said, I opened Harry's door, marched back downstairs. I then took a random book from a shelf, and plopped myself down next to Remus.

I glanced out of the corner of my eye once, he didn't seem to be angry anymore, but he wasn't wallowing either, he was thinking. I then looked down at my book, what a strange little book it was. I looked into its pages, and it was empty...nothing was written there.

I puzzled over this strange book, flipping though pages to see if anything would be written there. But no nothing, I looked though the whole entire book and nothing was there.

"Hey Remus, you mind answering a question for me?" I asked.

"Sure." Yes I had won!

"Why doesn't this book say anything? Is it a journal?" I asked.

He looked over surprised, then I felt a pull, my body was being pulled somewhere. Then blackness hit, but not before I head this, "No, Hermione, no!" It was Remus.

Remus:

I looked over to the book, no text in it...wait. "No, Hermione, no!" I heard my voice cry out, but she was gone, and it was all my fault. Now...now I was truly alone. I looked to the book, then grabbed it, why? Why her?

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