Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews so far, it's making me spend more and more time writing :D Resulting in a grumpy husband but oh well:S I hope you continue to enjoy this story here's chapter two for you xxx
Coming Home - Chapter Two
1977
September 1st 1998 - 9 months and 9 days.
Hermione woke up early as usual full of excitement for her final first day back after the year they had had and the summer helping to reconstruct Hogwarts she was looking forward to simple boring normal school year. No scheming, no running, no danger just boring and normal, and it sounded like heaven. The only thing that she would be missing this year is one handsome Werewolf.
Spending the past few months in his constant company was bliss, the conversations they would have spending hours into the night in the library arguing and debating over a number of topics. Not to mention, the glorious sight of seeing him walk around often in nothing but his pyjama bottoms. His body long, lean and pure muscle, his scars making him even more beautiful to her, his arms looked like they could just pin her effortlessly up against the wall or throw her down on to the bed. Yes one Hermione Jean Ganger had it bad for the wolf and what she was finding the most frustrating is that the damn man could only see her as a girl he once taught not the woman she had now become.
The one thing she was going to miss the most about him was the three days before the full moon, when the wolf was closes to the surface, the only time she could get really close without it being questioned. For some unknown explanation the wolf was fond of her and during the agitated hours before the moon, the wolf would seek out Hermione's comfort. At first Remus had apologised profusely when he had realised he had fallen asleep to her stroking his hair, his head on her lap. When Sirius had realised that the wolf had gained control and lead Remus to her, he had come to the conclusion that wolf had wanted to find the young witch for comfort. Then the following morning, when Remus had said his transformation hadn't been anywhere near as painful, Sirius once again mentioned, that it could be because wolf was content after Hermione's attention. The house then agreed that it was in his best interest that he shouldn't fight the wolf on these days and allow him to seek the comfort he apparently wanted, since then his transformations had been more or less painless.
Hermione of course had no complaints about this, having Remus fall asleep in her lap, or hearing the wolf whimper for her attention was bliss. If only it was the man who wanted her attention as much.
Yes that was one thing she would certainly be missing she thought as she made her way down to breakfast in her pyjamas. She walked into the kitchen in her little flannel shorts and oversized t-shirt, Remus's breath hitched in his throat and the wolf growled lowly, reminding him every time just how amazing those long slender legs felt wrapped around him.
"Moony," said Sirius with an amused smirk, causing Remus to look down in embarrassment at his breakfast.
"Morning gentlemen," Hermione said trying to ignore the effects that the growl had on her. She had never heard him growl like that at her before, whimper and whine when the wolf wanted attention but never growl and it was certainly doing something for her.
"Morning Princess," Sirius nudged Remus as Hermione turned her back to them and gestured towards her with a nod of his head, breathing in deeply through his nose he gestured to his friend to do the same. Remus rolled his eyes at his friend and inhaled the air, his eye snapped open wide when he was hit with the sweet scent of Hermione's arousal. Moony couldn't help another low growl much to Sirius's amusement.
"Moony stop growling at me," her firm voice said from the other side of the kitchen resulting in an apologetic whimper from the Werewolf as she addressed him.
"So sorry Hermione," Remus looked up at her with remorseful eyes, as much as he liked the attention he received from her on these days in particular, he was always embarrassed by how much control he would allow the wolf to have, but it did result in a much better transformation so his embarrassment was a fair price to pay.
"No need to apologise I know it's not you, it's just Moony," she said taking a seat next to him and running her fingers through his hair in comfort and was greeted with a smile as his eyes flashing amber from the wolf. Hermione was the only one who addressed the wolf solely as Moony, compared to Sirius who used the nickname for both the man and the wolf.
Remus sat there in dread thinking about how this would be his last transformation with little discomfort. Knowing full well that not having his mate near, was going to cause the most painful transformations he has had in a while, he let out another whimper.
"What's up with you today?" Hermione asked trying her best to calm down the wolf running her fingers again through his hair watching his eyes flash between blue and amber in rapid succession.
"Nothing, sorry for some reason the wolf is a little more unsettled today than normal," Remus answered trying his best to gain control.
"It's probably because he's going to miss kitten here, pining already," both Remus and Hermione's cheeks were graced with a stunning shade of blush once again to the enjoyment of Sirius.
"Is he going to be ok?" bless this sweet witch thought Remus. He loved how she cared about his wolf side, never once passing judgement or being repulsed. Just accepting despite how much he hated himself, knowing the damage he could cause if it wasn't for the help of one potion.
"He'll be fine," he answered his blue eyes staring into hers before they once again flash amber and another whimper escapes his lips.
"Poor thing,"
"Poor thing? You can't possibly have any sympathy for the monster," Remus said shocked at her empathy towards the creature.
"Remus Lupin that wolf is a part of you and you are certainly not a monster, therefore neither is that wolf, now seeing as you've finished your breakfast bugger off upstairs to sulk and take the overgrown puppy with you too," both men didn't argue they simply stood and exited the kitchen with their tails between their legs.
Once they were out of earshot Sirius turned to Remus "Remind me again why I find myself taking orders from an eighteen year old witch?"
"Because it is not worth the pain and suffering to argue against her, or once again do I need to remind you about our seventh year?" Sirius shuddered at the memories reminding him why it was that Hermione wasn't fought with, unless it was really necessary or you knew you were going to win "Exactly,"
"Right see you on the other side," Said Sirius running through the barrier shortly followed by Harry.
"After you," gestured Remus to Hermione, knowing full well that this was the moment where she would somehow be transported back to 1977. He and Sirius and thought it best that he would hang back a little with Hermione, so that when he walked through and she wasn't there, he would be able to tell Harry that she bumped into an old friend and would meet him on the train. Hopefully the young wizard wouldn't question it too much.
He stood back and watched her pick up the pace, as she ran through the barrier with her belongings disappearing through. Moment of truth he thought as he run on through after to be greeted by Sirius and Harry.
"Where's Hermione?" asked Harry. That was it, she had gone. Now the countdown had really begun he thought as he shared a look with Sirius.
September 1st 1977 - 9 months and 9 days.
As Hermione ran through the barrier something odd happened, she felt her skin tingle and the familiar sensation of apparition before she arrived on the other side. She looked around quickly unsure of what had just happened with no sign of Sirius, Remus or Harry and a sea of very unfamiliar faces, not one did she recognised. Trying her best to stay calm she walked towards the train, she would try to figure this out once she was there and seated, there was nothing she could do now.
Hermione walked along the carriages towards the compartment she normally shared with the boys, in hope for some familiarity, her hand firmly on her wand as precaution and helping her to remain level headed. Something wasn't right and not knowing what it was, was very unnerving. She reached their compartment, slid the door open slipping inside and closing it quickly behind her. Hermione looked up and breathed a sigh of relief until she noticed she wasn't alone. There in front of her sitting by the window was a young man, he must have been the same age as her with pale white skin, eyes dark as night and long black hair, his gaze met hers and he quirked an eyebrow questioning her.
"Can I help you?" he drawled. Her heart began to race at the familiarity of the voice. No way, it can't be she thought.
"Snape?" Hermione said in panic hoping so much to be wrong for the first time in her life, yet when his eyes widened slightly at the recognition of his name, it was all she needed for confirmation.
"Yes?" Snape replied looking just as confused as she must have been a moment ago. Within seconds she noticed a copy of the daily profit perched on the seat next to the young version of her professor, grabbed it and sat quickly opposite him scanning it quickly for the date.
"1977!" She squealed "its 1977! 1977 bloody 1977!"
Snape looked at the crazy witch in front of him, almost certain that she must have been an escaped patient from St Mungos, then realising the fact that somehow she knew his name, his curiosity was starting to get the better of him.
"I think you have established that it is in fact 1977, there is no need to continue with the repetition" the witch in front of him quickly passed him back the paper and sat quietly for a moment as though she was taking it all in.
Hermione sat there is utter silence unsure what she was meant to do. Apparently somehow she had gone back twenty years, how and why? She had no idea but the fact of the matter was she had. Wondering what she could do and who she could speak to was proving difficult, she had no idea who most people were and those that she did know had no idea who she was, then it came to her.
"Dumbledore!" Hermione shouted making the young Snape opposite her jump. Dumbledore would still be alive she could talk to him. She grabbed her bag and started to look eagerly for a piece of parchment and her quill. Snape sat silently across from her observing her erratic behaviour as she began scribbling down something at a rapid pace.
"Damn it," she cried when she snapped her quill "Snape, do you have a quill I could borrow for a moment please?" she ask looking at the young man in front of her. He silently reached in to his bag and passed over a quill to the mad witch.
"How do you know my name? I am quite certain we have never met before. Who are you?" Hermione froze at his question, what should she say? What could she say? Just introduce yourself witch say no more and no less until you hear back or speak to Dumbledore.
She put on her calmest voice trying to remain as composed as she could "Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Hermione Granger," she extended her hand out towards her future professor who warily accepted and shook it in greeting.
"Ganger," he said as though testing it out "That may answer one of my questions, but it still doesn't answer the fact that you still seem to know me, yet I do not know you,"
"Ah. Well right now I am uncertain of what I can and can't tell you, but as soon as I do I shall fill in all the blanks," there was no point in lying she thought, however she was unable to extend on the matter. Knowing how he appreciated privacy she was hoping that he would accept her answer.
"Very well," right at that moment she could have kissed the man as she finished off her letter and laid it out on the seat next to her. She reached back into her bag looking for the book she required and riffling through it pages until she found what she was looking for. Reading the same paragraph over and over until she had memorised it, she then took her wand and cast the incantation over the piece of parchment watching it fade away. Please please make it to Dumbledore she thought.
"Here's your quill back. Thank you," Hermione said passing it back to the young man in front of her.
"You're welcome," he said taking it and placing it in his bag.
Hermione sat for a moment trying her best not to fidget or over think, somehow here she was sitting in front of her future professor twenty years back in the past, how does one explain that to anyone? Unable to control her need to move she found herself pacing the small space of the compartment, much to Severus' annoyance who sat in quiet frustration, watching the crazed witch disturbing him before the journey had even started.
"I hope you are not planning to pace like that the entire journey Granger, otherwise I shall have to find another place to retire too and I'd rather not have to move,"
"Sorry I've just got a lot running through my mind at the moment,"
"I gathered,"
At his last statement the compartment door slid open and in walked four very familiar looking young men, for a split second Hermione found herself almost breathing a sigh of relief looking at Harry until she realised, his eyes were a shade of golden brown rather than striking green. As she scanned the faces of the other wizards in the room she felt her stomach drop, there in front of her where the Marauders.
"You've got to be kidding me," she whispered under her breath.
