This is the first story I've ever written. It was in my head and I just wanted it out. I don't know if I'll write anymore I've just done this one chapter. It hasn't been checked or added to by anyone so it's not perfect.

This is based on the books by J.K. Rowling. None of the characters belong to me and I'm not making any money. I'm just playing in her world. Anything with a ** beside it is either a direct or loose quote from the books.


Chapter One

May 2, 1998

She was gone.

Remus Lupin stared in shock at the place where mere seconds before, Hermione Granger had fallen after being hit by an unknown had been defeated, but the battle raged on between the Order of the Phoenix and the remaining Death Eaters. Hermione had been
dueling with Augustus Rookwood when his curse, a sickly yellow-orange light, hit her in the chest. The blast had knocked her backwards and Remus had flinched when her head hit the stone floor of Hogwarts with a resounding crack. Then, a bright light
engulfed her and she had disappeared.

"Stupefy!"

Remus turned towards the gruff voice of Aberforth Dumbledore in time to see Rookwood slump to the ground. He hoped the fall would crack his head open as it did Hermione's, and that it hurt like hell when he was brought back to consciousness in Azkaban.
Harry Potter was coming up behind Aberforth a panicked look on his face.

"Hermione! Where is she? What did that bastard do to her, Remus?!" Harry shouted frantically.

"She's gone then." Aberforth stated calmly. He'd been rushing to aid Granger when he saw her fall and then glanced at Lupin, whose lips were set in a grim line as he once again stared at the spot where the girl had disappeared from. Potter was looking
back and forth between the two men in confusion.

"Yes, she's gone." Lupin replied closed his eyes tightly. Moony was howling in despair at the back of his mind. He could barely feel the bond with his mate and the near absence of that link was physically painful for his werewolf side. Aberforth was looking
at him with something akin to pity in his eyes.

Harry grabbed Remus' upper arms, "What do you mean she's gone? Where is she, Remus? Please, she's not dead is she? She can't be dead! What spell was that?"

Why on Earth was Remus being so calm? Hermione had just disappeared right in front of them. She could be anywhere! She could be hurt and the two men before him were acting as though she'd gone to the market.

Remus sighed and looked into Harry's tear filled eyes, "I don't know what spell Rookwood used, Harry. I can tell you that Hermione is safe and technically at Hogwarts. She will be all right."

Harry shook Remus and yelled, "How do you know that? I have to find her if she's here!"

He turned to run off in search of his best friend but Remus grabbed his elbow.

"Harry, stop! There's no time to explain right now. I promise you that Hermione will be fine. I need you to trust me. When the battle is over I will tell you everything. Trust me!" Remus let go of his arm and Harry stared at him for a moment as if he
had taken leave of his senses before slowly nodding his head.

"I trust you, Remus. If you say that Hermione is all right I believe you." Then he turned and ran back towards the battle.

Aberforth grunted."Well, don't just stand there, lad! There's a battle going on! You know where she is and you know that she's safe. There's nothing you can do for her here. Come on!" Then he ran off to rejoin the fighting with Harry.

With one last glance to the place where Hermione fell, Remus gave himself a mental shake and turned to follow Aberforth. The landlord of the Hog's Head was right; he couldn't do anything for Hermione now. But at least he knew she was safe and being taken
care of by good people. He had known this day would come and he had been prepared for it for nearly twenty years. He had been both dreading and anticipating this event. However, he hadn't known when or how it would occur, and now that it had he was
unsure of what to do next. Though whatever happened, this was the catalyst for the best thing that had ever happened to Remus Lupin; the day that he first met Hermione Granger.

May 2, 1978

Hermione felt as if she had been hit by the Knight Bus. Her head was throbbing and her whole body ached. She winced as she tried to sit up and open her eyes. The light sent a sharp pain through her skull.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A familiar voice said from her right. But no, it couldn't have been; unless she was dead. Oh, Merlin! Was she dead? No, if she was dead she wouldn't' be in so much pain. She forced her eyes open despite the pain and
gasped as she focused on none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"You have quite a bad concussion, my dear, and Madame Pomfrey will be most displeased if you should injure yourself further while under my care." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

Hermione could only stare at the Headmaster with her mouth open. She must be dreaming then. Madame Pomfrey had been in the Great Hall helping those injured during the battle. The last thing she remembered was dueling with Rookwood in a hallway with Remus.
She looked around her taking in her surroundings. She was in the infirmary at Hogwarts. Although, it showed no signs of the battle she knew to be happening at the castle.

"Is this a dream?" she blurted out.

Dumbledore smiled, "No, my dear, it is not. Though if it were, that would not make it any less real just because it was happening inside of your head. Now, my name is-"**

"Albus Dumbledore. I know, sir." Hermione was beginning to panic. If she wasn't dead and this wasn't a dream what in Merlin's name was going on.

"Ah, well…. It seems that you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I do not know yours."

Hermione blinked. "What do you mean? My name is Hermione Granger, sir. You were my Headmaster for six years!"

Now it was Dumbledore's turn to blink. "I apologize, Miss Granger. But I have never met you.I pride myself on knowing all of the students that have graced the fine halls of this school since I have been Headmaster and I've yet to see your face before
this day."

Hermione blanched and her hand flew to her neck hoping to feel the time turner she had been wearing around it earlier that day. The time turner was missing. Her eyes flew to Dumbledore's and he was watching her with a calculated look. Slowly he withdrew
a small box from his robes.

"I believe you are searching for this, Miss Granger, though it will not be of any use now."

With shaking hands Hermione took the box from him and carefully lifted the lid. Inside was her time turner, broken and charred. She stifled a sob and raised her head looking back at the Headmaster. Drawing a shaky breath she said, "Sir, what is today's
date?"

"May the second." He replied carefully.

Hermione gulped, "And the year, sir?"

"1978"

Then everything went black.