I walked into my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Burying my head in my pillow I found that the pillow was getting wet. The door opened and closed and I felt my bed sink.

"Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said rubbing my back gently, "Tell me what's wrong."

"I want to be with Rayne," I said turning my head to the side so my voice wasn't muffled, "But every time I think I can I find I can't."

"Why can't you be with her?" she asked calmly.

"I can't marry her because I'm too young and need my parents' permission and I can't live with her because of the same thing," I said moving to face Mrs. Weasley, "I just want to be with her and I hate her telling me I can't."

"Maybe you should stop trying to grow up so quickly," she said softly, "I know Rayne isn't telling you these things to hurt you, but she had to grow up earlier than she should have, she doesn't want you to do the same thing."

"It's not that I want to grow up I just want to be with her," I said biting my lip.

"I know," she said running her hand through my hair, "But think of it this way, you have two years of just being together without having any problems and two years to plan your wedding and two years to find a house to live in. Don't rush this."

"Thank you," I said hugging her and wiping my tears away, "I'm going to find Rayne."

"She left with Remus on a mission," she said slowly.

"What kind of mission?" I asked trying to keep my voice even.

"I don't know," she said sighing, "But I'm worried. Dumbledore spoke to them in private and they left without talking to anyone else."

"Did Professor Dumbledore say when they'll be back?" I said worriedly.

"No," she said shaking her head, "But they didn't take anything so I think they'll be back before tomorrow."

"Only Remus and Rayne left?" I asked standing up.

"Yes," she asked following me as I left the room.

"They've gone to talk to other werewolves," I said going into the kitchen.

"That would explain a lot," she said nodding, "Help me get dinner ready for everyone.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley," I said getting grabbing a knife and helping her.

It was an hour later when we finished dinner and were calling everyone into the dinning room to eat. Everyone seemed to notice how quiet I was being and tended to leave me alone.

A few hours after dinner the door opened and Remus carried Rayne in. Remus was bleeding and limping, but Rayne looked like she took the butt of the fight. She had blood caking most of her body and she was still bleeding, in a few places I could see her bones sticking out of her skin, and she was unconscious.

"Help me," Remus whispered before falling to the ground.

"Fred, George, get Remus on the couch," Mrs. Weasley said taking charge, "Ron, Sirius, get Rayne on the other couch."

When Remus and Rayne were put on the couches Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and I moved to take care of them. It took awhile to get the bleeding to stop, but once we got the bleeding to stop and fixed the bones it was well past midnight.

"We've done what we can," I said letting my eyes rake over Rayne's body, "It's up to them now."

"Hermione," Ginny said carefully.

I looked at her before kneeling to the ground and letting the tears fall. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley kneeled next to me and started to comfort me. I remember crying myself to sleep that night, but when I awoke I was in my bed.

Walking into the living room I saw Remus sitting up trying to eat some broth. Seeing Remus up I looked over at Rayne only to find that she wasn't there. I looked around quickly hoping to find her.

"Hermione," Remus said softly, "They moved Rayne into my room. She developed a fever last night. Molly is with her."

"Please," I said kneeling in front of him, "Tell me what happened."

"Albus told us that there was a pack of werewolves near," he said putting his broth down, "He wanted us to go talk to them and see if they would join our side. When we got there we were instantly rejected and when we tried to talk to them they attacked us. All of the people in the pack were men so Rayne got beaten more than me, that and she kept trying to stop them from hurting me. I got out of there as soon as I could, but it was too late. You saw how bad she was. I'm sorry Hermione; I should have gone by myself."

"No," I said resting a hand on his knee gently, "You would have died if you didn't have Rayne with you, anyway you couldn't control how Rayne reacted. She looks to you as a leader, I'd even go as far as saying like another father, and she protected you. I would have done the same thing in her position."

"She should have thought about you," he said sighing, "If she died then you're alone."

"She could still die," I said tears filling my eyes, "Just like I could die in the war. We're not going to stop fighting just because we're in love and getting married. I understand why she did what she did; I just don't want her to die."

"Me either," he said sadly, "It's up to her now."

"She'll wake up," I said firmly, "She has to."

"Why does she have to?" he asked confused.

"Because I didn't tell her I love her," I said letting the tears fall.