PROLOGUE

A/N: Yes there is a sequel...just in case you were wondering! I'm going to try and bring back elements of In The Wrong Place in The Wrong Time and tie off a few loose ends that may have been left by my ending. I'm guessing another 15 or more chapter story; I hate short stories that leave you wanting more! So I hope you like this one. ENJOY!

Remus sat at his kitchen table, listening to the tedious sound of his clock ticking, waiting for it to strike midnight with a mixture of fear and anticipation running through him. Earlier that night he had received a letter, delivered by a regal-looking grey owl, from his ex-headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He had written only twelve words on the parchment:

Dear Remus,

Expect me at midnight, it's urgent.

Yours truly,

Albus Dumbledore.

Since the letters arrival in the late afternoon, Remus had been waiting and worrying about what could be so urgent that Dumbledore would be so vague in his letter and come over without first asking permission, which was very unlike his normal overly polite manner. Hermione had been out for the day visiting her parents, but Remus expected her home soon. He hadn't bothered to warn her about the note, not wanting to worry her until he knew there was reason for it. Remus jumped a little when he heard footsteps clambering out of his fireplace, he stood and looked into the lounge room. A relieved smile crossed his lips as he saw the tall, deceivingly frail figure of Albus Dumbledore brushing soot from his robes. The old man looked up and saw Remus, he smiled warmly and straightened up, and took in the young mans appearance. Remus had grown taller still, making him over six foot now, his hair had slightly more grey in it, his eyes were as warm and understanding as ever and he looked fitter and more muscular.

"Remus, you're looking very well," Dumbledore smiled, walking up to Remus with open arms.

"Thank you professor, so do you," Remus reciprocated and hugged the old man like he would a father. "Would you like some tea?" Remus offered, leading Dumbledore into the kitchen.

"Yes thank you," Dumbledore went to sit down, but stopped when he heard a distinct pop coming from the sitting room. He peered around the corner and broke into another pleased smile as he saw Hermione. She too had changed slightly. Her feminine figure was even more perfected, her eyes were brighter and her hair was longer, nearly reaching the top of her bottom and her face seemed more defined, all of these things just added to her incredible beauty. Once again Dumbledore opened his arms and embraced Hermione like daughter.

"It's wonderful to see you Professor," Hermione said happily, squeezing the old man.

"And you Hermione," Dumbledore now sat down and Hermione stood, waiting for Remus, who entered with a tray of tea.

"You're home," Remus said, his eyes lighting up.

"Uh huh, miss me?" Hermione said with an almost cheeky smile as Remus walked up to her.

"A little," Remus smiled and kissed Hermione quickly on the lips. They both sat down next to each other and Remus turned to Dumbledore. "Professor, I hate to be so forward but...What was so urgent that you needed to come here tonight?"

"Yes of course, I'm afraid I have some terrible news," Dumbledore said softly, sipping his tea and frowning. Neither Hermione nor Remus spoke, they just waited for Dumbledore to continue.

"Harry Potter was kidnapped and killed tonight...," Dumbledore said, taking a deep breath and twirling the end of his beard in his long fingers. "And Lord Voldemort has risen again,"

Chapter 1

"Harry Potter was kidnapped and killed tonight...," Dumbledore said, taking a deep breath and twirling the end of his beard in his long fingers. "And Lord Voldemort has risen again,"

There was a stunned silence, during which Dumbledore sipped his tea, watching Hermione's well up with tears and Remus just staring at the table in front of him with a blank expression.

"N-n-no," Hermione finally stuttered, breaking the silence. "No, this isn't meant to happen...not for another thirteen or fourteen years!"

"I realize from what you told me of the future that Lord Voldemort's return is premature, which begs the question why did he return now?" Dumbledore said in calm tone, still watching Remus.

"He always wanted to return, this just means he figured it out quicker...," Hermione said, wondering what Dumbledore was on about.

"Yes, but why?" Dumbledore pressed. "If he always wanted to return before then something extra was driving him this time...but what?" The old man looked from Remus to Hermione with an expectant gaze. Neither had ever told Dumbledore about Tom Riddle's promise and now it appeared he already knew something about it.

"He keeps his promises," Remus muttered, not looking away from the random spot on the table.

"I'm afraid I do not understand," Dumbledore urged softly.

"Before I left Riddle Manor in our seventh year, Riddle said that he would destroy everything I loved with his own hands...he's keeping his promise," Remus said in a monotone.

"He didn't have enough motivation the first time, now he does," Hermione said quietly. "I guess he figured that he had all the time on the world to get Harry so he took his time in finding the right way to get his body back...but Remus isn't a one year old infant,"

"He feels threatened," Dumbledore nodded. "I am curious as to why neither of you ever mentioned this promise to me before," he added looking at both of them.

"If we had Professor," Remus said, with a small smile. "Because of your impossibly noble nature you would have done everything in your power to protect us, we wanted to keep some kind of a life...but I do apologize for hiding it from you," Dumbledore beamed at Remus and chuckled lightly.

"You know me too well Remus, no need for apologies...I know now,"

"So what do we do?" Hermione interrupted. "I mean I doubt there is any chance of him just getting over this whole revenge thing,"

"We hide you for a start," Remus said seriously. Hermione looked at Remus with a shocked face.

"I beg your pardon," she said incredulously.

"Your in as much danger as I, perhaps more...you can't stay---," Remus started arguing.

"I can and I will," Hermione cut him off. "I told you before if you want to run I will run with you and if you want to fight, I'll do that too, but I will not be separated from you...we do this together, that's the way it's always been,"

"I think Hermione is right," Dumbledore said earnestly.

"You do?" Remus and Hermione said together, Dumbledore laughed.

"Yes I do, if you two separate you just make it easier for Tom to track you down and you will be outnumbered, but together you at least have a chance to fight," The old man explained.

"Fine, we stay together," Remus conceded. "But we need to do something...we can't just stay here like sitting hippogriffs,"

"I couldn't agree more, I assume you wish to stay in your home?" Dumbledore asked, standing up.

"Well...yes if possible," Hermione said as she and Remus followed Dumbledore out of the kitchen and into the living room. He was looking at all of the walls and windows closely, muttering as he did and nodding. He touched random placed with the tips of his fingers and pushed his ear to a few seemingly ordinary spots, all the while mumbling to himself.

"Yes...yes...I think we can work with this," He said finally.

"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked.

"Charm the whole house, turn it into a fortress," the old man said triumphantly.

"Sounds good," Remus said smiling.

"Yeah, but how can we do that?"

"With a little help...," Dumbledore walked back over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo power from a purple glass pot and turned back to Hermione and Remus. "I'll be back tomorrow morning, it was wonderful to see you both again, I'm just sorry it couldn't have been under happier circumstances,"

"Us too, but don't wait until the next time someone dies to come see us Professor...you're always welcome here," Hermione said warmly. Dumbledore mirrored her smile and nodded to Remus, then disappeared in a flash of green flames. Hermione sighed and turned back to Remus, grabbed his hand in hers.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

"I'll be fine love," Remus smiled reassuringly, leaning down and kissing Hermione softly on the forehead. "I'm going for a shower," he disappeared up the stairs and Hermione followed after cleaning up in the kitchen. She slipped on a red silk nightie and climbed into bed. She was almost asleep when she heard the door creak open and saw Remus's shadowed figure walk in. He laid next tot her and she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Hermione?" he breathed in her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" Hermione sensed a kind of remorse in his voice, she guessed he felt guilt for not asking earlier.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I haven't seen Harry for years and now...," a tear rolled silently down her cheek.

"He knew how much you cared," Remus said softly, telling Hermione exactly what she needed to hear. She smiled and turned to face Remus, looking into his loving eyes.

"Thank you,"

Hermione awoke the next morning alone in the bed, but this was not unusual. Remus had always been an earlier riser and was pretty much always up several hours before her. She rolled over and looked at the clock on the wall, it was nine in the morning. She groaned and sat up in bed, pushing her long curls form her face, trying to motivate herself to go have a shower and start the day. She finally got up and staggered into the bathroom, letting the soothing feeling of warm water running over her skin wake her gently. She toweled her body off and dressed in a light brown skirt and a hot pink tank top. She wandered down the stairs and heard more voices than she was used to. Hermione slowly walked into the living room and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the voices were coming form people she knew.

"You're up," Remus smiled and rose form his chair to hug his fiancée. She smiled and hugged him back, then looked around the room at all of the familiar faces. Dumbledore was back with Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Severus Snape, Kingsely Shaklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks. Hermione hugged each of them in turn. She laughed a little at Tonks's new look, an electric blue bob and bright orange eyes.

"You like?" Tonks asked, doing a little twirl.

"I love, it's so...you," Hermione grinned. Tonks smiled back and then Dumbledore spoke.

"We wanted to wait for you to wake before we started charming the house,"

"Oh," Hermione felt a little embarrassed. "You could have just woken me,"

"We could have...but I've heard that's a dangerous mission in itself," Kingsely joked, looking at Remus. Hermione glared playfully at Kingsely and drew her wand form her back pocket.

"Well I'm up now, so let's get started,"

"Excellent idea," Dumbledore followed Hermione example and drew his wand, as did the rest of the group. "Now the idea is we brought people who genuinely care about you two to cast the charms, that way they will be more powerful,"

"Should I go then?"

"Shut up Snape,"

"So we will pair off and each take a different section of the house," Dumbledore continued, ignoring Snape and Kingsley. "Remus and Hermione you take the bedrooms, the library and any secret rooms you might have, Nymphadora and Minerva you both take the bathrooms and closets, Kingsley and Severus you take the attic and studies, while Professor Flitwick and I will take the rest of downstairs," Everyone nodded and went off to their assigned sections of the house. It took a little over an hour before the entire house, every wall and window, had been charmed to stop anyone who intended Remus or Hermione harm from entering. They all met back in the living room and confirmed the job had been done. They all agreed to stay for lunch. They sat around the table as three conversations went on at once. Kingsely and Snape were antagonizing each other as usual, Remus, Hermione, Professors Flitwick and Dumbledore were talking about the Quidditch world cup and Minerva and Tonks were discussing Tonks's next hairstyle. All conversations ceased when a loud, blood-curdling scream came from upstairs. The scream was followed by a loud clunk, everyone looked at each other and stayed silent, waiting for any other sound, but none came.

"What was that?" Tonks whispered.

"One of the charms," Dumbledore said seriously, rising from his seat with his wand gripped tightly in his hand. The rest of the group followed suit and went upstairs and saw there was an odd red light emanating from under the library door.

"In there," Snape pointed to the light. Dumbledore stepped forward and placed his hand on the handle, he turned to the rest of the group, who nodded and grasped their wands firmly. The pushed the door open sharply as eight wands all pointed at the same figure, laying on the ground, held by glowing red bonds.

"You!" Kingsley spat venomously.

"How dare you," Hermione said, anger dripping from each syllable. Remus walked a little forward and glared down at the struggling body. His previously peaceful eyes burned with pure hatred and his voice came out low and dangerous.

"Peter Pettigrew,"