Author's Note: I read a Remus/Hermione fanfiction and I must say I'm addicted. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.

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Dedication: This is to Sheena, I couldn't have written it without you.

Papers shifted around to give a rustling noise as Hermione Granger placed them on the bed behind her from their resting place on the desk. They were completely strewn about, so she just figured she could tidy them up a bit. Picking them up once more, she tried to straighten them up even more before resorting to the very next set of papers beside her and placing them beside the first set. Even though she'd cleaned this desk three times already today, she felt that it still had some work left to do. Mumbling a charm, she smiled as she saw her reflection in the desk, despite the small carvings etched into the wood.

Cleaning.

She had taken up cleaning recently as though it were a hobby. A better term for her cleaning would be an addiction. Cleaning was never her thing. Sure, she liked things to be neat and tidy and easy to locate, but that didn't mean she liked to clean nonstop to pick up messes. She would much prefer to just not make a mess at all. At the headquarters of the Order though, things were never just going to stay simply clean. Compulsive cleaning, she had been cleaning straight for the past week.

Distractions are always a friend to those who need them.

For Hermione, this was one of those times. This big old building could get very lonely at times, especially compared to how many people were inhabiting it. Of course there were many people around, but it didn't compare to the vast size of their surroundings. Plus, it was especially quiet for Hermione, seeing as how she was the only remaining one of the trio left at Headquarters.

Harry and Ron had located their next target, the next Horcrux. Hermione was overjoyed that they had discovered where the Horcrux was, and that they would now be able to get on with their journey of searching for the rest. Though, she was deflated to learn that she wasn't invited along on this mission. The boys had told her that it was too dangerous for her to come along with them. Being Hermione, she argued back, saying she'd been through just as much, and was able. But the Order forbid her on the mission, saying she needed to stay behind and help them in case any other missions came up.

Today was both a lonely one and one to be happy about for Hermione. Harry and Ron had been gone a whole month now, so they were expected back by today. It wasn't believed to be too far off, so Hermione was tidying up for the welcome home party the Order was pitching in to welcome the boys home with open arms. What was a little encouragement? It was their first mission after all.

A week without the two kept Hermione busy with her research, but that didn't really take her as long as she would have liked. Within a few days she had already looked over everything they had, and everything that felt important to her research. Even the nonimportant material, she found a reason to busy herself, she even checked over what she'd already read not twice, but three times. This was where her cleaning fancy began. It was a very nice distraction, with a lot to be done in such a large area.

Despite her cleaning, Hermione knew it was pointless. Within a mere amount of an hour or two, all her effort would be ended. The entire house would be filled with trash, no doubt. It was worth it however, given that within a few minutes, Harry and Ron would be home. An owl had come earlier that morning to let them know how everything had went. Hermione was just grateful that they were still safe.

Almost as if on cue, Mrs. Weasley came in to let Hermione know that Harry and Ron had just arrived. Hermione smiled, hearing the music playing and light cheering already. Walking around the corner, Hermione stumbled backwards as two massive figures pounced on her. Trying to keep her balance, she wrapped her arms around the two that she already knew who it was without having to look at them. "We missed you! Have you grown?"

Even at the silly comment, Hermione couldn't help but smile. It seemed more than a month when she'd last seen them like this, "It's only been a month! I'm pretty sure I'm not growing anymore." she laughed, looking up at her 5'4'' figure. Startled, she jumped, as she heard the noise of someone apparating into the room.

As usual, it was Fred and George. They still hadn't gotten over the deal of using magic whenever they pleased now. Hermione didn't have to turn around to see the smirk on their faces, "Of course, you know they're not talking about your height," the boys chorused.

Ron flushed red, and grabbed a pillow nearby to throw at his brothers. "Shut up, you two. Bloody wankers," Releasing Hermione from the awkward moment then, Ron ran a hand through his hair. Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder, grinning at his friend's red face. Ron wasn't as easy to take that kind of remark involving him and Hermione, at least not as well as Harry could turn it into a joke.

"Has there been any news yet?" Harry's voice caught her attention. Even though he hadn't been specific, Hermione immediately knew what he was talking about.They had been waiting very long for their former headmaster's will, knowing whatever lie in it would help them on their quest for future horcruxes. This was the first time it had been brought up to her, especially by Harry. Most of them had just made a silent agreement as not to bring it up unless it needed to be.

She shook her head sadly, "I'm sorry Harry, we haven't gotten any word from the Ministry. Arthur's gone now to try to get it, he wanted you to have good news when you two arrived home. The Ministry feels like they need to look through everything to make sure he hasn't hidden anything,"

Harry's grip around the armchair tightened, "That's an invasion of his privacy. They can't do that," Ron gave a glance towards Hermione who smiled weakly.

"That's why Arthur's up there, he's trying to secure some things to make sure the Ministry doesn't sort through everything. He said something about letters being involved, so he's trying to make sure they don't read them just to perform some charms. At the very least he should be able to make sure they don't read our letters." Hermione tried to reassure her friend, who nodded in reply. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to darken the mood. Let's not brood over things, please. It's supposed to be a happy occasion,"

"Hermione, you won't believe it," Ron was always handy for changing the subject, Hermione smiled. "The mission, it was amazing. More exciting than I thought it'd be," The two told their story to Hermione, who listened with deep interest of how they overcame one of the obstacles left in their way to restoring peace in the Wizarding World. The thought of it was enough reason to have a party. She hadn't realized how much she'd forgotten about Ron's freckles and Harry's dimples. A wave of emotion came over her, but she maintained her composure, not wanting to upset the happy occasion. But oh, how she had missed them.

It was such a wave of how much difference the boys made it around the house. Hermione had forgotten how easily they could lighten a situation by just coming in the room. Molly came through the door of the kitchen, a wide grin set on Harry and Ron as she took them into a hug. By Ron's squeaking of needing air, she laughed lightly before releasing them from her grasp.

Hermione glanced over towards the corner of the room where Remus and Tonks were joking with each other, causing Hermione to smile. For the last two weeks the two had always been fighting. These arguments always left Remus sighing of exhaustion and Tonks crying. Hermione was worried that the two might end up quarreling to end their relationship soon with the rate things were going, so it was a relief to see them smiling and laughing once again with each other.

"Where's Harry gotten to? I can't seem to find him anywhere around the house." Molly questioned a few minutes later.

"I can go search for him outside, if you'd like." Hermione offered.

Molly nodded eagerly, "Yes dear, please. Even if this is Headquarters, he can't just go running around anywhere he pleases. Goodness, the boy will be the death of me."

She went on even as Hermione exited through the doors. It hadn't even taken her long to find her raven haired friend. Just walking around the corner she found him sitting doubled over on a bench with his fingers against his temples. Sitting down beside him, she placed a comforting hand on his arm lightly, causing him to look up at her. "Harry?"

Before Harry could even reply, they heard Molly calling them inside again. "Arthur's back! He's got the letters! Come on in!" Harry and Hermione didn't need to be told more before they were rushing in the doors. Harry was envoloped in a large hug with Ron by Mr. Weasley. Hermione looked to notice he had three envelopes in his hand, one of the letters had her name scrawled neatly across the front. Her heart was pounding. What would Dumbledore have to say to her? "Oh, Arthur, put them down, let's get on with it."

The two were released and joined the group that had taken rest in the living room. The three took seats beside each other on a sofa as Arthur stood before them. "I didn't get to take everything, there were much more charms they wanted to run - "

Tonks had interrupted him. "Surely they would know that Dumbledore wouldn't put a curse or jinx in his items. Honestly!"

"Aye, that's mostly from the Ministry's newest intelligence. They've become more and more incompetent since Dumbledore left," Moody grumbled.

"Yes, er - shall I carry on?" Arthur asked, receiving nods around the room. "Right then, they did do the regulatory spells to check if he had anything hidden, but I was able to keep them from reading what he'd written. I haven't looked at them myself, you'll be the first ones, as it should be," He handed each of the three a small envelope like the one Hermione had seen shortly ago, with each of their names written on it. Carefully, Hermione opened up the seal from her letter and read the last words to her from her once beloved headmaster.

Dear Miss Granger,

I assume since you are reading this that I have passed on. Please do not let my death intrude on yours, Harry's, or Ronald's lives. I would much prefer it you continue on, not letting this set you back on your quest to defeat Voldemort.

Forgive me for being short and to the point. There isn't very much time to be able to do these things, including writing three letters to students, hoping to get my point across. I assume I have told you three about Voldemort's Horcruxes by now. I hope you can all find the remaining Horcruxes and destroy them, I am sorry I could not be of further assistance to them.

There is, Miss Granger, one grand favor I can ask of you. It is a lot to ask of in just a letter, especially when you are not even eighteen years old. For the past year, I've noticed much as many have at how large Voldemort's army is getting. It is much larger than any had imagined, and I fear even with the Horcruxes destroyed, we will lose far too many casualties in this war. By statistics I've searched, I fear there may be trouble recreating civilization. Yes, I fear that many deaths. Lord Voldemort's army is vast, and is only growing larger by the day.

After extensive research, I've found if I could find someone to go back in time and change the course of certain events. Someone just to go back in time that could make minor actions that could change the future and the war significantly. What actions, I do not know to be sure. Perhaps help save some from the lifetime of servitude of Voldemort, perhaps help prevent deaths. Any of this would help our side rather largely, and it is very important to be done so. For if it is not, I fear that we might just lose this war. Not in the sense of Voldemort taking over, but society as a whole.

I know that it is asking very much of someone as young as you, and I sincerel apologize. But I would like to entrust this mission in the hands of you. Please do not discourage yourself in the idea that you cannot do this. If I had any doubts in you, I would have attempted to find someone else for this. You are the perfect candidate to do this, you are the smartest witch of your age, you have courage and fierce loyalty. There is no one better I could think of for a mission such as this.

I am sorry to say that if you make this sacrifice for the Wizarding World, there is a high chance that you will be unable to return. You would have to forget Ron and Harry, and live out your life in the past as if it were your life in the present. I am not saying you have to do this, I would not want to burden you of something you are not willing to do. If you decided to take this risk though, the Wizarding World and myself would personally thank you for the honor you've done to help Harry and our society for peace.

If you do choose to take up this mission, just inform Arthur and Mad-Eye Moody, I'm positive they will know what to do. This is a time when one must come to decide between the path of what is right, and what is easy. However, you are the one to determine which path is which. Hermione, please to not allow guilt to decide for you, nothing can make this decision for you but your heart. I believe in you and your loyalty to make the right decision.

Sincerely and the Best of Luck,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts