And here is Ch. 2. Woohoo! Hope you're as excited as I am.

Remus stared at Hermione blankly for a few painful seconds. Remus was uncomfortable having to talk to Hermione about this subject. When he had finally realized what had happened all those years ago, he had always believed that Sirius or maybe Dumbledore would be sitting next to him when this almost prophecy like story was told to Hermione. But no one else was there. Remus sat alone, fidgeting slightly as he gathered his thoughts so Hermione would understand.

Hermione did not know what to say. She waited patiently for Remus to continue but he did not do so immediately. He looked a bit paler then when he had while talking about the werewolves and Hermione was frightened that it might be something even more terrible then the things Greyback had begun to form as habit. She felt terrible for her friend and attempted to help Remus along with whatever he needed to say to her.

"Who is Amelia, Remus?"

Remus' eyes had begun to stray when he was attempting to gather himself, but they snapped right to Hermione's when this question left her lips.

Remus sighed deeply; heavily regretting having to inform her of this crazy tale alone.

You were right Mia, Remus thought to himself, I am the only one left. The only one who survived…

"Amelia McGonagall. She was a dear friend of mine from school. Mia was Minerva's niece. We were told that her parents had been killed by some Deatheater rioters in France where they lived, and that Minerva had taken custody of Mia during her seventh year of school. No one ever pried too deep into her past because we thought it would cause more pain. But I discovered a few years ago, when I met you in fact during your third year, that Amelia's history had been a little bit more complicated than a death in the family."

Remus removed a browning picture from the inside pocket of his ragged robes and gingerly placed it in front of Hermione.

Hermione glanced at the picture. Remus and a beautiful blond girl smiled back at her. They were standing close to one another in graduation garb, with an arm wrapped around the others shoulder.

"She's very pretty Remus. You both look very happy." Hermione slid the picture back toward Remus.

Remus forced the picture into Hermione's hand, "look a bit closer, dear."

Hermione pinched her eyebrows together and analyzed the picture again. She was growing impatient with the werewolf, "is there something I should be looking for Remus?"

A deep sign escaped Hermione's mouth as she looked at the picture again. The pair looked happy. Remus appeared to hold the woman protectively and there seemed to be some feeling between them when they glanced at each other. Then the woman did something very familiar. She placed her hand on top of her stomach and ran her fingers over an oval shaped lump under her shirt. Hermione urgently brought the picture closer to her face and attempted to focus her eyes on the woman's neck. There was a thin chain there, exposed slightly when she went to half hug Remus.

Hermione looked at Remus with a very confused expression.

She returned her attention to the picture and began to study the woman's face now. This woman actually reminded her a bit of her own mother. She had similar eyes and the facial structure was almost exact, the blonde hair assisted in the similarities. But then Hermione saw the woman in the picture smile again, and she found a small dimple in her left cheek.

"She looks like me…a blonde me..." Hermione's eyes grew wide as they met Remus's again. "Why does she look like me?"

Remus hesitated seeing the distress in Hermione's face, "Because, it is you."

"You're serious? You think I'm some girl you knew in your Hogwarts days named Amelia?"

"You are…were…in my time you were named Amelia. I think Dumbledore, Minerva and yourself came up with the entire cover story to protect your true identity and prevent too many questions from arising."

This was too much. This whole conversation must be a mistake, Hermione thought. She tried to laugh as she addressed Remus again.

"Are…are you sure…are you feeling alright Remus?"

Remus returned the strained laugh. He had been afraid of this. He had feared that Hermione would have some difficultly believing. Hermione had actually told him herself that she had been horror struck when Remus had warned her about her time traveling and the accident.

Hermione did not know what to do. She sat in front of her ex-professor and stared. She was so frightened that her entire body had started shaking without her knowledge. She looked around the kitchen for some means of escape, but she found none. Hermione found herself too scared to even move. He's gone crazy! Hermione started shaking her head in disbelief.

"I know this is hard for you to understand, but it's true. There is going to be some kind of accident today or tomorrow, and that accident is the reason why you were sent into the past 20 years to the time of my final year of Hogwarts."

Remus was slightly amazed that he had been able to address most of this information without strenuous disagreements from Hermione. She appeared more shocked then argumentative. She did nothing to stop Remus from telling her what he could. For some reason she could not speak, like some external force was keeping her legs immovable and her mouth clamped shut. All she seemed to be able to do was stare at the picture in disbelief.

Remus saw how distressed this was making her and stopped for a moment. Hermione stopped shaking her head when Remus stopped talking. But Remus could still see the tears that had finally released from her eyes. Hermione looked at the table as if it had wronged her in some way. Remus quickly got up and walked around the table to sit next to her.

The familiar act was like muscle memory for Remus.

He sat down quickly and brought his arms around her with such great force that Hermione's breath, that she had been unknowingly holding, betrayed her. As her breath left her she sucked in an enormous gulp of fresh air and began sobbing. What's wrong with me? What's going on!

In truth, there was no logical explanation at all for Hermione's reaction to the things Remus had been telling her. Normally she would have brushed off the subject; probably thinking that Remus needed sleep greater than even he had previously realized. But when Remus had put his arms around her so protectively, the dam had broken. She just started crying with no end in sight.

Hermione had time traveled before in third year. She understood the consequences, the rules and the implications; maybe that's what frightened her so much. Even though Hermione knew all of this information, she couldn't comprehend how events could have happened the way Remus was explaining.

"Mia, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry like this." Sirius would never forgive me if he saw you like this…

Remus realized what he had called Hermione when she had suddenly pulled back from his hold. He felt foolish for using the nickname with her so quickly. He knew that he should have waited until Hermione had calmed down some before he had said anything else about the subject at hand.

"What did you call me?"

Great job Remus. Just great.

He knew that being honest with Hermione, or Amelia, was the only way to explain everything in the short time he had remaining.

"I…I called you a nickname that I adopted for you when I knew you back then. As I told you before, we had been friends…very close friends actually."

He had stumbled much less this time. Remus felt a little braver now that Hermione had done the heavy crying and actually appeared interested in what he had to say. Hermione moved herself down the bench a little further away from Remus. This was very awkward for her…

"How close were we Remus?" Hermione asked slowly, eyeing her ex-professor. "Hypothetically speaking of course," she added quickly afterwards.

Remus was a little sad that Hermione still did not believe the things he was saying, but found her last question very humorous. He chuckled as he answered her.

"We were nothing along the lines of what you are thinking Hermione."

Hermione's posture slumped a little from the stiff pose she had taken before his answer.

Remus continued as he smiled kindly at her.

"We were best friends. Lily always said we acted as a brother and sister would have done. And Lily was rarely wrong."

Remus smiled sadly as a memory flashed in his mind. Hermione had scooted a bit closer to Remus when he had mentioned Lily's name. She still did not really believe what Remus was saying, but the thought of it was somewhat intriguing.

Hermione shook her head, "But it couldn't be possible."

She stood from the bench and paced the small kitchen. Time travel was very tricky. All the timeturners she knew about were barely able to take a person back 24 hours, how could she have gone back years? And why would she tell Remus all of this? That would be meddling with the time line, and changing history was very illegal.

"Why would I tell you all of this? Why would I ask you to explain this to me? I know changing history is dangerous, I could go to Askaban!"

Hermione had backed herself into a corner and was screaming at Remus from across the room with great urgency. Her voice was strained and raspy from all of the crying. Her eyes were red and swollen a bit around the edges. Hermione looked at Remus, willing him to say it was all a lie. But he shook his head as if he knew her thoughts. She slid down the wall until her head became level with her knees.

Remus stood and slowly walked over to Hermione. He sat down next to her and experienced a faint feeling of deja vu as he pulled her hand into his. Hermione turned her head. Her brown, swollen eyes met kind, light blue ones.

"Would you like to ask me some questions as somewhat of a truth test?"

Hermione thought about this quickly and nodded her head as she thought of her first question.

"Why did you tell me all of this?"

"Because you asked me to do so."

Hermione silently urged him to elaborate.

"You asked me to tell your future self about the past a little, so that you would not have to go back completely blind. You asked me to prepare you for some of the things to come. You also wanted me to inform you that you needed to live your life without having to worry about changing history."

Hermione did not really respond to what Remus said. She just sat there and processed the information to see if it sounded like something that she would do for herself.

"How would I not change history? I know so much of what is going to happen. I could change everything. I could ruin everything…why would I want to tell myself to not worry?"

"Because Hermione, it is entirely possible that you were destined to go back. You were meant to live some of your life here and some of your life back then. Perhaps you were even supposed to change things, maybe you can't change anything even if you attempt to.

There was a short silence as Hermione stored and processed this theory.

"What did I want to be prepared for?"

Remus smiled a little before answering this question.

"You wanted me to remind you that things happen for a reason. You wanted to be prepared for the fact that plans rarely work out as they are supposed to. But most of all, you wanted to be warned that falling in love is not always a bad thing to do."

Remus knew that this answer would not be accepted as easily as the others had. Hermione looked at him, the unspoken question burning in her eyes. She scrunched her face up in concentration as Remus answered her nonverbal question.

"But you still wanted to have some surprises in life so you asked me to leave out most of the details."

Hermione nodded in understanding, knowing that this did sound like something that she would have said. Give a little information to make herself curious, but not enough to show herself what to go looking for.

As Remus watched Hermione process this information, he saw her face drop all expression. Her face turned to worry as she realized she had not asked the two most important questions.

"How do I end up 20 years in the past and…" she paused for a short moment to push back some nerves,

…What happened to me?"

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