Author's note - Hello all! This is a story I'm no where near being finished with, but I thought I'd post a chapter or two to see what people think. Please, if you read this, leave a review letting me know your thoughts! -PoohBear813

Prologue

He was filled with dread. True; when he was first thrown into this situation, he'd wanted to go home. The sooner the better, his opinion had been; however, now that this day had come, he wasn't prepared to leave. He had made a small life for himself and he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to give that up.

He'd been touched by the lives he'd come across during his time; especially one life. A small smile came to his face as she came to his mind. She wasn't what most people would call "beautiful". In fact; she was rather plain, but to him, she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen.

Memories that the two of them had shared over the past several months flew through his mind; each one more precious than the previous. He growled softly and gripped his head. I can't do this, he thought, I can't leave her.

As he took a deep breath to calm himself, his nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of coconut; the scent of the shampoo she used. He turned and saw her standing in the doorway, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white tee-shirt, looking more beautiful than she had before. "You didn't have to come," he said softly, standing from his seat on his bed and walking over to the window.

"Yes, I did," she replied, barely above a whisper, "You know I did."

He lowered his head slightly at the sound of hurt in her voice; she was hiding it well, but his sensitive ears could hear the slight tremor that betrayed her. Immediately, guilt washed over him; he hadn't meant to hurt her by saying that she hadn't needed to see him off, he had only wanted to avoid more pain than he already felt because of having to leave her. With a sad sigh, he turned and faced her. "I can't believe this day is really here," he said.

"I can't either, but we both knew it would come," the young woman said, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "True, but I don't think we realized how hard it would be when it got here," he said after taking a deep breath, allowing her scent to fill his nose.

The young woman looked up at him sadly and chewed on the corner of her mouth. "Remus, will we ever see each other again?"

"Of course we will, love," he answered.

"How can you be so sure?"

Remus slid his hands down her arms to her hands and moved them to his chest, placing her hands flat against his body. "I feel it in my heart," he told her quietly, "I don't know when, or how, but we will meet again."

A tear slid down her cheek as she shook her head. "We're from two different worlds, Remus, I doubt…"

Remus put a finger to her lips, silencing her. "We're destined to be, love; I feel it."

"Maybe we are, maybe we're not… but you're older than me; how can a relationship with such a gap to work?"

"I'm only seventeen."

"Yes, in your time… but here…"

He let out a low growl from his throat before replying, "Why are you fighting this?"

"It's not logical, Remus," she whispered.

Remus let go of her and began pacing. "Since when is love logical?" he asked, "Love is about being reckless, it's not about making sense."

"We've changed history, Remus; who knows what you'll be going back to."

He moved in on her with quick reflexes and locked his arms around her waist, crushing her to his chest. "I don't care what I'm going back to," he said, "all I care about is that you're not going to be there with me."

"I don't belong there; it's not my time."

Remus loosened his grip on her and leaned down, touching his forehead to hers with a sniff. "I know, but that doesn't stop me from wishing I could take you with me," he whispered, "I mean, I'm going back to a time where you don't exist and the memory of you will be locked in my mind for the rest of my life."

She pulled a hand away from Remus's chest, where they had both been resting comfortably, and reached into her pocket as more tears slid down her cheeks. "I want you to have this," she said as she withdrew her hand and held up a shining silver-looking band.

Remus came out of his dream with a jolt as a loud tapping sound hit his ears. He sat up and rubbed his face with a soft groan as he tried to make sense of things. What the bloody hell was that all about, he thought, that never happened. Then, the source of the tapping got louder and more forceful. Owls, he thought as he pushed his covers off his body and got out of bed.

He quickly made his way over to the window of his sparse bedroom and flung it open for the angry Tawny owl perched on his window sill. The owl impatiently held out its leg and waited for Remus to untie the letter attached to it before nipping him and flying away. He furrowed his brow harshly at the owl as it got further and further away, he then opened the letter.

Remus, It is time…

Confusion fell over him as he read those few words. "It is time?" he questioned aloud, "Time for what?"

He turned the envelope over but found only his name written neatly on the front. As he lowered both the letter and the envelope, a small clinking sound hit his ears. He looked down at the floor and spotted a small silver band; the same silver band that had been in his dream. What the hell is going on, he thought as he knelt down and looked at the small ring.

It looked as though it was made of silver so he wasn't all too keen to touch it at first. However, when he leaned as close to it as he could possibly get without his nose touching it, he realized that it wasn't made of silver at all. He sniffed at the metal and then reached out to pick it up once he realized that it was platinum.

As soon as his skin touched the smooth metal, memories began flooding his mind; memories that he had no recollection of having. His eyes widened as the images he'd just dreamed flashed in his mind; he then shook his head and squinted down at the ring. Miniscule writing was etched into the inside of the thin band and he held the ring close to his face to read it. Never forget me.

Remus's eyes widened again and the room began spinning. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before whispering, "I didn't forget you, love; I just couldn't remember you."