Chapter 3: Tea and Time
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. Any and all recognized characters and or components are owned by the authors themselves.
This is a AU canon convergence fic for BOTH verses. Some canon elements have been changed/removed to suit the storyline.
*Also this my first cross over fic. Please be kind*
~Hermione POV~
'Indicates thinking'
*Indicates Moony Speaking*
Hermione watched the sorting with little interest. Instead her mind kept going over the new DADA teacher. There was something different about him. She wondered why she felt this strange connection to him. Shaking her head she looked over the choices for pudding and quickly decided against it. 'My parents would not be happy if I had chocolate AND pudding in one night. I can practically feel the cavities now.'
As she was standing to leave the Hall, Professor McGonagall flagged her down. "Miss Granger! Tomorrow morning I would like for you to join me for tea, so we can discuss this years timetable."
Hermione smiled brightly, "Of course Professor. I would be honored."
She practically skipped to Gryffindor tower. 'Tea with one of my favorite Professors! I can't wait!' She quickly brushed her teeth and slipped into bed.
The following morning, Hermione rushed to breakfast and grabbed an apple. 'It would be rude not to partake of the tea in a bit after all.' Finishing her apple, she went to Professor McGonagall's office and knocked.
"Good Morning Professor," she said when the door was opened.
Once seated and politely taking a cup of tea and a ginger biscuit (Professor McGonagall's favorites), she waited for her Head of House to begin.
"You are being very ambitious this year with your requested classes Miss Granger. Are you sure you wish to pursue this many OWLS?"
Praying that she would be allowed to, she answered, " Of course Professor. I absolutely do."
Hermione remembered discussing classes in the summer. They were encouraged to get advice from their families. Being muggle born she couldn't so she listened to Percy when he suggested classes. He had urged Harry to take Divination. Hermione being as fond of learning as she was, had taken no one's advice and had instead signed up for everything.
Professor McGonagall looked at the list again, "I had a feeling you would say that. In which case, this may come in handy."
She handed a small box to Hermione, who opened it nervously. Inside was a necklace containing an hourglass on a long chain.
"A time turner," she whispered, amazed.
Hermione raised her eyes to Professor McGonagall afraid to be so hopeful.
"Professor, I…I am truly honored you would trust me with this."
McGonagall cleared her throat, "Yes well there are certain rules you must be aware of. It took quite a bit of convincing on my part for the Ministry to agree. You must follow these rules. The time turner is to be used ONLY for your studies. You may not tell anyone about it. You must not be seen using it, and you must not be seen by your past self. And no matter how tempting it may be, do not attempt to change the past. Several have tried only to end up killing their past or future selves by mistake. Awful things happen to those who meddle with time Miss Granger."
"Of course Professor. I completely understand. I will follow those rules."
Her heart beat in anticipation of being allowed such a great privilege. 'I can't believe this is happening to me. I must be sure to not break Professor McGonagall's trust.' The rest of the visit consisted of discussing the merits of different classes. They shared a chuckle at their mutual distaste for Divination and all it's lunacy. Though she never said so out loud, Hermione got the impression that Professor McGonagall was not a fan of Professor Trelawney's. 'Just another thing we have in common.'
She went to her first class of the day was Charms. But she was too excited to pay much attention. She would be using the time turner after this class to go back and fit Arithmancy into her schedule. As the class ended she told Harry and Ron she would catch up with them that she had a question for Professor Flitwick. They rolled their eyes and Ron muttered something about being a know it all under his breath. She waited until the hallway was deserted, then found a little alcove down the way. Pulling the time turner from under her robes she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. 'Here goes nothing' she thought as she turned the knob back one hour. Everything began to spin, and she tried to keep her bearings as everything finally came back into focus. Shaking her head to clear it, she tucked the time turner back in her robes. 'That wasn't so bad.' She peered cautiously out of the alcove. Once assured the coast was clear she hurried up to Arithmancy. Across the castle in the DADA class, Remus Lupin rubbed his chest as he felt a pang in his chest.
~Remus POV~
As the weeks began to go by, Remus still had to struggle with Moony and his need to protect the Cub. Moony was delighted to find that Minerva had not exaggerated the girls intelligence, if anything she had not said enough. While Lilly had been smart, Hermione was Brilliant. He was fascinated with how quickly her mind worked, and how advanced she was. Every time she was near, Remus felt a sense of pack.
~Hermione POV~
There was something going on with the DADA professor, of this Hermione was absolutely certain. She observed, made mental notes about certain things. There was the fact he often looked ill, Professor Snape seemed to loathe him as much as Harry. Then came the DADA lesson on September 9th. Professor Lupin taught them about boggarts, a creature that took on the form of your worst fear. Hermione didn't get to face it, but Harry did. When Harry went to face it, Lupin had jumped in front of him and the boggart turned into a glowing orb, before deflating like a balloon. Why would Professor Lupin be afraid of an orb? Or was it not an Orb, but something else? She would figure this out.
September ended, October passed with only one incident. Black had broken into Hogwarts. Other than the portrait of the Fat Lady, no one was injured. November though, it was full of excitement. First was the notable absence of their DADA teacher, Instead they had Snape who assigned 2 rolls of parchment on how to recognize and kill werewolves. Then there was the brutal match against Hufflepuff in which Harry had fallen from his broom because of the dementors. His broom been blown into the willow and his Nimbus had shattered. Thankfully Harry was fine, even if his broom wasn't. It was irreparable. Harry had begun taking private lessons with Professor Lupin. He wouldn't tell Hermione what they covered.
~Remus POV~
Remus wasn't completely surprised when Harry came to him shortly after the quidditch match to ask for help against the dementors effects. He explained the theory behind the patronus charm, how it was fueled by your happiest memory. He allowed Harry time to think of his happy memory.
While Harry was doing so, Remus remembered how difficult it had been for him to find a memory happy enough to work to cast the patronus. He remembers how he struggled with it, when even Sirius, who had a terrible home life was able to find a memory easily. Finally it was shortly after the next full moon, that he discovered his happy memory.
While he had found Sirius to be attractive, he was too shy to act upon it. He admired his form, both as a human, and as Padfoot once he finally managed his first transformation. This full moon was the first that his friends would join him. The moment Remus became Moony, he cried out *Mate! Mine!* And proceeded to chase Padfoot and wrestle him. Pinning him down he nuzzled Padfoot's neck. Finding the spot he was looking for he gently bit down. Just enough to mark him, but not break the skin. He had marked his mate! This became part of his happy memory. He had a family, a pack, a mate.
Coming back to himself he proceeded to show Harry the wand movement and correct incantation for the patronus. After several attempts, they called it a day. Eating chocolate together, Remus wonders what life would have been like if Halloween 1981 had not happened the way it did.
The weeks turned to months, and Moony became anxious. He knew something was wrong with Hermione. She seemed exhausted and stressed out more than the usual student. Remus began watching her more closely. While she had always been polite and respectful, now she had this look of understanding in her eyes.
*Cub knows.*
'Knows what?'
*Cub knows about us.*
'But how could she? No one else knows, well except some of the other teachers.'
It took 2 months for Remus to go to Dumbledore with his concerns about Hermione. Dumbledore merely told him they were keeping a close eye on her, and all was fine.
"I have no doubt she has indeed figured out your secret. However you needn't worry. Miss Granger is the epitome of discretion."
Time went along, as time often does. And before he knew it, the end of the year was drawing near.
It was a week before the full moon and Moony was restless and on edge. Remus was in his office staring at the Marauders map he had confiscated from Harry not too long ago. There was the name he was looking for. Hermione Granger was walking down the 3rd floor corridor. She turned a corner, and her name disappeared off the map. Remus blinked, rubbed his eyes and looked again. Her name had appeared again in front of his eyes. 'What is going on? Is the map becoming faulty? No, the magic was still strong. So what is going on with Mari?' His mind refused to call her anything else without the displeasure of Moony.
He was looking over assignments when Snape brought him his Wolfsbane potion.
"Ah, thank you Severus, I truly appreciate it."
He quickly gulped down the potion and handed the cup back to Snape. 'I swear he makes it taste so horrible on purpose.' Soon. No need for disgusting drink. Moony hated the potion. It dulled his senses. But without a pack he knew it was best to protect everyone. After Snape left, Remus pulled out the confiscated Marauder's Map and looked at it. He saw something that made him grab his wand and hurry out the door.