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Sorry! I swear I'll finish my other stories by August 26th. This plot bunny just bit me in the butt though, so...yeah. In any case, this is going to be pretty angsty and somewhat corny at points. Just warnin' ya now so that you don't flame me. ; )
Remus looked out of the window of the Hogwarts Express and watched the green hillsides splattered by rain roll by underneath the gray sky. It seemed to him that every year he went to Hogwarts on business, it was always raining on the train ride there. 'An omen, perhaps?' he mused stroking his chin. But he quickly pushed that aside as he remembered Trelawney. Besides this ride was different than the last. For this ride, he was alone in his compartment; the Golden Trio was not with him. They had graduated and moved on to better, more promising things...well at least one of them did. "Hogwarts, five minutes." The conductors voice magically sounded over the entire train. Remus gathered his belongings and prepared to step off the train to meet his future.
Hermione looked out of the window of her tower. "Fan-bloody-tastic," Hermione turned to Crookshanks. "More lovely English rain. Won't help my mood a lot, will it?" It didn't take much to see all the scattered bodies that used to fill the fields surrounding Hogwarts after the Great War in which Voldemort was destroyed. "Come Crooks. I need to go pick out a nice big book. Who knows, maybe I'll find something on illusions caused from traumas..." Hermione left the room to retire to her one solace: the library.
Remus entered the Great Hall marginally ahead of the rest of the students, as he was a teacher. He looked up at the Teacher's Table and scanned the tired looking faces conversing with others next to them. 'Minerva, Albus, Hermione...wait, Hermione? Hmmm, I would have thought she would become an auror. I wonder what subject she is teaching.' He took a closer look at her weary face that displayed age and extreme tragedy. 'Ah, the memory of the Great War has taken a great toll on all of us, but it has taken a greater one on Miss Granger.' He could still remember the fatal night the War ended...
Flashback
Voldemort moved closer to Harry. 'Look around you, Potter.' Harry looked and saw almost all the members of the Order dead around him along with nearly all the first, second, and third year students and some fourth, fifth, and sixth years. Ginny... Voldemort continued. ' Do you seriously think you can defeat me? All of those "experienced" mudblood lovers have tried and died. You're a puny eighteen year old worm of a half-blood who has had no experience with real power and real battle.' Harry gripped his wand tighter as Voldemort inched closer to him. 'I had fun killing your mother Harry. Even now, her scream is still music to my ears.' Harry ground his teeth together in utter anger. 'However, I would wish to hear a more musical scream...watch Potter. Say good-bye to your little mudblood. AVADA KEDAVRA!' Hermione did not hear the fatal curse as she was dueling Narcissa Malfoy ferociously. Ron, however, did. With one bound, he leapt to push Hermione out of the way and was killed instantly. 'RON!' Harry and Hermione's voices combined with this one word. Hermione immediately killed the distracted Mrs. Malfoy and rushed over to Ron and cradled his head. Harry was distraught and filled with anger. He did not move from his spot, as he was too shocked at the death of his best friend. Voldemort laughed with delight. 'I missed the mudblood, but just as well. You can see her die next.' 'No you bastard. You killed one of my best friends already. It's your turn now. AVADA KEDAVRA!' Harry screamed out as Voldemort cast his curse. Two green lights hit simultaneously and two bodies collapsed in a heap as a screeching noise hit the air. This noise covered Hermione's scream of Harry and also knocked all of the Death Eaters unconscious. The Order won the War, but not the battle.
End Flashback
Remus shook his head and took a seat next to Hermione. She turned to him and smiled sadly. "Hello Remus. It's good to have you back. You've always been a favorite teacher especially of Harry's..." A sob escaped as she still had the War on her mind too. Remus said naught but three words of 'it's alright Hermione' before pulling her into a hug of comfort for him and her. But when the students began to enter he released her and she did not say a word to anyone the rest of evening. Nor did she eat.
This is my first Remus/Hermione. It's not too bad...a little weird at some points, but whatever. Review! Reviews...they are the food of the soul.