"Nothing is ever final nor complete; nor will it ever be finished" Quote from the Elerian Texts on Time.

Chapter 2

Remus Lupin was in fact, a werewolf. This was not a surprise to his friends, as they had known for sometime. But when the news came in the form of an owl that a student had been attacked by Fenrir Grayback, naturally Remus was called to Dumbledore's office to meet the poor thing and help said student settle in.

Upon arriving at the gargoyle, Remus glanced around. Not a person in sight. He turned back to the gargoyle and muttered the password. Springing aside, the gargoyle turned his head and motioned Remus in. Climbing the stairs, he knocked on the door.

"Enter if you please, Mr. Lupin." Remus opened the door and stepped inside. Sitting in front of Professor Dumbledore's desk was a rather pretty girl in Gryffindor robes. She had chestnut hair that went to about mid-back, it was neither straight nor curly; it was more of a wavy curl. She had the eyes one who had seen much and knew much as well. Their eyes met, and upon meeting his own, they widened in surprise. She looked shocked and Remus had no idea why.

"Now Mr. Lupin, you are well aware of what happens to those like you on the full moon, yes? I would ask you to help this young lady here. She arrived here at Hogwarts in rather unusual circumstances and almost immediately upon arrival, was bitten. I'm sure you know what will happen."

"Yes sir, I do." Remus turned to the girl and held out his hand. "My name is Remus Lupin. How do you do?"

"I am well. Just rather preoccupied. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Hermione Yarnyi."

Earlier With Hermione

Waking up, Hermione found herself in a very different room then where she had gone to sleep. Confused, she got up and peeked out the door. The cabin was small and dark. Stepping out, she was greeted by the chilly air. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled. No, that wasn't a wolf, it couldn't be. After her third year, she knew very well what a werewolf sounded like and what a wolf sounded like. There was no mistaking it, it was a werewolf. Looking around, she couldn't see anything. The cabin was small and would provide no protection what so ever. Grimacing, she turned and glanced down. She blinked. Why hadn't she noticed the path earlier? Following the path, Hermione began the trek through the forest and soon realized what forest it was. The Forbidden Forest. Fear gripped her. She had somehow been transported from her house in London to the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts. Not only that, there was a werewolf in the woods. Frowning, she wondered at whom it might be. It couldn't be Remus. No, he was in the highlands. The werewolf howled again; this time it was much closer. Much, much closer. Hermione turned and began to run. She had to get to the castle! She just had to!

Hermione gasped as she tripped, her foot caught on a root. Tugging, she tried to pull out her leg, but she couldn't. Her heart thundered as she stared in horror, the werewolf calmly walked up to her. Sniffing, he nudged her and gently pulled one of her arms out, baring her hip. Grinning wolfishly, the werewolf gripped her hip in his jaw and slowly bit down.

Hermione suspected that the werewolf took great pleasure in doing this slowly. She was under the impression that all werewolves were not sane in the transformed state. Unless, unless of course, this werewolf had taken the wolfsbane potion that Remus used. A glint of metal caught her eye and she craned her neck around to look at it. It was a little "anklet" on the front leg. Engraved in the nickel, was the name Fenrir Grayback.

The werewolf, Fenrir Grayback, noticed her looking and gave her another toothy grin. Only it wasn't playful; well it was, but at the same time it was malicious and carried a slightly sadistic feel to it. He lifted his front leg/arm and gave her another look at it. It was obvious he wanted her to know who had bitten her. With one last sadistic grin, Fenrir Grayback turned around and loped off, howling all the while.

Slowly getting up, she began her trek up to the castle. Instead of going through the main entrance like normal, she skirted around to a smaller, out of the way side entrance that wasn't very well known. Pulling out her wand (Hermione had forgotten it was there), she cast a Disillusionment Charm upon herself, having almost no energy left to perform an Invisibility Charm. Hermione made her way up to Dumbledore's office and stopped. Thinking, she tried to remember what the password was.

"Chocolate frogs, sugar quills, lemon drop? No? Maybe it's a muggle candy? Mars Bars? Three Musketeers? Gum Balls? How about Snapping Snaps?" At the last, the gargoyle sprang aside and let her up. "Snapping Snaps? He actually like those?"

Climbing the stairs, she knocked on the door, cancelling the charm at the same time. "Enter." She came through the door and stood up straight, glancing around for Dumbledore. He appeared on the balcony, frowned at her state of dishevelment and came down the stairs. "How can I help you, Ms…?"

"You don't know me Professor? How can that be? I have attended here for the last six years." Hermione was confused. How could he not remember her?

"I am sorry to say, but you are not the least bit familiar to me." Dumbledore was watching curiously. Hermione supposed anyone would be a bit perplexed if a student of theirs came into your office with a bleeding hip and then asked why you don't remember them.

"Professor, what year is it?" Hermione had an idea of what happened and she really hoped that it wasn't the case.

"It is the year 1986. I hope you weren't left too disoriented by your attack." Dumbledore looked kindly at her, trying to offer support. Hermione went weak in the knees and collapsed into a chair.

"Professor Dumbledore, I must inform you that it seems I have fallen nineteen years back in time. I was researching Memory Regressing/Time Sifting and came across a page that only had two words on it. They seemed to have been a spell, and I guess that I muttered it in my sleep.

"I woke in a cabin down in the Forbidden Forest and started up towards the castle. I was caught by Fenrir Grayback and bitten. Professor, is there anyway to return to my own timeline? It is extremely important. Voldemort has made his final attack and I fear my friends will not last long." Hermione watched Dumbledore anxiously, hoping for anything.

"I fear not. We have not even begun to make anything to travel back in time. I would be advisable to stay here and finish your last year here at Hogwarts. Now, considering that you have been bitten by a werewolf, there is really no problem at all. We currently have a seventh year student here who is a werewolf as well. You both share a common factor, as to who had bitten you. Now, there is a bathroom over there. Make yourself presentable and just sit down in the chair. I will owl Mr. Lupin and have him come up.

"You need not worry, I assure you that he is very trustworthy. We will say that you were home schooled, as that would explain why you have not been here for the last six years. As for the connections to get in to Hogwarts, we shall also say that you are my grand-niece. It really is a good cover-up as my own niece does have a daughter." Dumbledore said this all at his own pace and seemed to have everything under control.

"Sir, would be allowed to go by my first name? It would be too confusing if I was to change that too"

"Of course. Your last name shall be Yarnyi." Dumbledore really had thought of everything!

"And my school books, robes and all that?" Hermione would absolutely NOT show up on the first day without any supplies.

"Has all been taken care of. You shall find a trunk at the end of your bed in the Gryffindor common room. I shall be back in about a half-hour with Mr. Lupin." With that, he turned, and headed back up the balcony.

Hermione moved to the bathroom that he had indicated to earlier and thanked him silently for the shower and feminine necessities. Feeling ever so grateful, Hermione entered the shower, cleaned off all of the grime and dirt and stepped out, smelling like she just came from the tropics. Quickly drying herself off and her hair as well, remembering to use the anti-frizz charm on her hair, she transfigured her clothes into cleaner versions of the uniform.

Hermione came out of the bathroom, sat down in the seat in front of the desk and waited. Soon, Professor Dumbledore came in and sat down. Precisely 30 seconds later, someone knocked on the door.

"Enter if you please, Mr. Lupin." Dumbledore looked up as he said so and Hermione maneuvered herself so she was facing him only slightly. "Now Mr. Lupin, you are well aware of what happens to those like you on the full moon, yes? I would ask you to help this young lady here. She arrived here at Hogwarts in rather unusual circumstances and almost immediately upon arrival, was bitten. I'm sure you know what will happen." Right as Dumbledore said that, her eyes met his. Professor Lupin! Only, it was Lupin at a very young age. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in his form, drinking in the feeling of having someone familiar around.

"Yes sir, I do." Remus turned to her and Hermione prepared her greeting. "My name is Remus Lupin. How do you do?"

"I am well. Just rather preoccupied. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Hermione Yarnyi."