Marauder Era

7th September 1978

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, his usual twinkling blue eyes sombre. A new prophecy had come into play. A disturbing one at that. He recited the prophecy as though it were a long forgotten nursery rhyme.

"A child who has seen unimaginable things,

Shall be pulled from her world to ours,

Only she holds the knowledge and power to defeat the darkness,

The oncoming saviour shall mark her four warriors,

Unlocking unknown powers within,

A sacrifice will be made,

Only then shall He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named be defeated once and for all."

He understood the prophecy perfectly, he just could not work out for whom the prophecy was meant.

"No need to dwell on the unexplainable." he muttered rubbing his temple absentmindedly.

Suddenly his office doors flew open to reveal a very worried, stern faced woman.

"Albus! not that I am upset that Gryffindor got Head Boy and Girl this year, but you can't be serious? James Potter? Head Boy?" she ranted, clutching at her chest. "Why not Lupin? Surely he'd be a better choice?"

Dumbledore held up a hand to silence her. "Minerva, I had my reasons for my choice, and I firmly believe that James will make a wonderful, not to mention entertaining Head Boy."

"I hope you're right Albus. Merlin help us this year, we're going to need it."

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Golden Trio's era

7th September 1998

'There has to be some way. A way to find these blasted Horcruxes. If only I could know the past, see where he hid the damn things. Life would be so much easier.' Hermion mused. That way, she could actually return to Hogwarts, finish her training, help defeat Voldemort AND become a successful Ministry Official. Yup, her life was perfectly planned out, and nothing was going to stop her from acheiving these goals.

"Knock knock" a deep voice said from the doorway.

Except for him. The one person who could and most likely would disrupt her plans, was standing in front of her. Dressed in shabby robes, with long unkempt sandy brown hair, twinkling blue eyes and an unusual scar down his right cheek stood Remus Lupin, with a smirk plastered on his face.

Although her heart was racing erratically, she kept her calm and stood up.

"Remus Lupin." she savoured the sound of his name. "What may I ask, is your reason for that unnecessary smirk?" she asked haughtily.

"Who, me? Smirking? I think you're confusing me with Sirius." he replied lightly. "Molly says that dinner's ready, if you're hungry." And with that he left the room.

He stood on the staircase glancing back at her door with a wistful look. Good God. Get a grip Moony! She's just a child. You're old enough to be her father. Plus, you're with Tonks now. Get a grip and forget all about these stupid perverted feelings, he chided himself before entering the dining room.

"Where's Hermion? Molly asked concernedly.

Remus opened his mouth, but was interrupted by a tinkling laugh.

"Really Molly, no need to fuss, I'm right here." Hermione announced brightly, ducking under Remus' arm and seating herself between Harry and Ginny. remus sat down opposite Hermione and drank in her features. Her untameable hair, deep chocolate brown eyes, rosy cheeks and plump red lips. Oh, how he would give anything to kiss her...

So why don't you do it? the wolf within said. Shut up Moony. I'm with Tonks. Anyway, Hermione's too young. he responded angrily to the raging wolf.

Remus shook his head and focussed on eating his dinner.

"Where's Tonks, Molly?" Remus asked after an uncomfortable silence. A loud crash sounded at the front door. "Forget I asked." Remmus mumbled as her hurried out of the kitchen to help his girlfriend.

"Nightmare that one." Ron mumbled into his mashed potatoes. Everyone burst out laughing, breaking the tensiion that had been felt over the summer holidays, ever since Dumbledore had died.

"Hey Tonks!" Harry cried brightly as a young witch with a heart shaped face and candy floss coloured hair entered the room laughing and holding onto Remus tightly. Remus gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek as she sat down.

Hermion felt a quick pang of jealousy course through her body as tears began to well up in her eyes. "Uhh...please excuse me, I'm not feeling too well." she said quietly to Molly. Harry and Ron, noticing her departure, excused themselves and followed her to her room. "What's the point in caring?" she sniffed as they entered her room. They grinned and sat down next to her.

"Don't worry, 'Mione. You haven't seen the way he looks at you. He'll realise his feelings soon enough." Ron said kindly.

Harry looked up warily. She had conjured canaries, the same type that she had set on Ron the previous year. It was a sure sign that Hermione was upset and that someone would most definitely get hurt.

Unfortunately, Remus has no idea of what was going to happen when he opened her bedroom door. "Hermione?" he ventured.

"Um. Remus? You might want to start running." Ron advised wisely.

Remus' eyes grew accustomed to the dark room. He saw a flock of canaries flying around Hermione's head and felt a surge of pride for her. She really was the smartest witch he'd ever met. It was then that he saw her tear stained face and clenched his fist. Whoever made her cry is in so much trouble. Moony howled within. He took a step forward.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Ron sighed his arm still around Hermione.

"Oppugno!" she shrieked through her tears. Remus' eyes widened as he saw the canaries fly towards him. he turned on his heel and sprinted away from her room. The trio could hear him downstairs, yelling for someone to stop the homicidal canaries! The only response he got was gales of laughter from Ginny, Tonks, Fred, George and Arthur. They could hear Molly screaming at Fred and George, assuming that it was another one of their pranks.

"Come on 'Mione. You have to stop this sooner or later." Harry said reasonably. She sighed and the three of them ventured downstairs.

"Finite Incantatem." she muttered angrily before returning to her bedroom and locking the door.

"Don't worry about 'Mione." Ron said as they entered the dining room.

"She's just angry" Harry continued.

"Because she just got a letter."

"From Krum" Harry finished, winking at Ron.

"OI!" Fred cried.

"Don't steal, " George continued,

"Our lines!" they finished together. The whole dining room burst into laughter.