A/N: YAY! I finally made the 10th chapter! I now, it's been a long time since school's started, but in my spare time, I have been writing. I promise not to make you wait as long next time and this story will end with a bang! I promise!
Anyways, here is the 10th chapter and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoied writing it!
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Remus poked Hermione in the side and gave her a menacing look. She simply rolled her eyes as she placed some shirts neatly in her trunk. "What now?"

Remus had spent the past hour shooting nasty or demonic looks at Hermione and she even swore that he would give her pitying looks as well. It was a very sad and childish thing to do on his behalf, but she would just continue packing. He even made loud noises at times to lure up Hermione's mother and every time, she would tell her mother that nothing bad was happening, that she had either tripped or bumped into something, but she would shoot Remus an angered look. So naturally, when she said, "What now?" Remus responded with, "Nothing."

Sighing, Hermione turned to him and gave him a deadpan look. "You're not fooling anyone Remus. I know you don't want me to go back to Hogwarts, but there is nothing that can be stopped about it. I need to go. If not, they will know that something is up."

Remus let the pants he was folding fall onto the bed haphazardly. Wrapping his arms around her, he mumbled, "Let's tell them."

She shook her head and looked away from him, not wanting to make eye contact. "I would rather you not, simply because of my father's ability to take you down and hurt you for 'harming' his daughter."

"Haven't harmed anyone," Remus told her, looking at her forehead, trying his damnst to attention of her eyes. He kissed her forehead in a kind of way of giving up. "And I don't want any one to think that I'm hurting you or trying too."

"I know Remus, but people interpret wrong. Something bad is bound to fall out of this," Hermione said, looking up at him. She shook her head and continued, "No one will understand either one of us or why we are together. They will think we are trying to comfort one another because of what we are."

Remus nodded before kissing her on the lips roughly and returning to folding the pants that still alid on the bed in a pile.

Hermione was escorted to the fireplace and handed some floo powder. Remus and Hermione made rough eye contact and only they knew the words that floated through the air, but she forced her hand to open and her mouth to shout out, "Gryffindor Commenroom, Hogwarts."

Instantly, she was engulfed in green flames and was transferred to the familiar commenroom. It was quite empty, most at lunch. Smiling, she walked into the room and found her way up the steps to her usual bed, with the trunk with her initials at the end of her bed.

Lying on it, Hermione couldn't help but think about Remus and what he was doing. She shook her head; it wasn't true love. They were only comforting each other because they were the only ones that understood one another... right?

Curling into a ball, she shook her head as tears curled in the centerfold of her eyes. "You can't love him. He's older and different; distance is a key thing now and it will only show that I don't love him."

"Kill them all. I don't want one prisoner left alive, "Voldemort spat at the Death Eater's that stood about him in the living room. He sat in a chair facing a blazing fireplace. "If it's war they want, it's war they will get."

Severus was smiling at this; since Hermione had gotten loose from their captivity, the Dark Lord had been back to normal, but when she had been here... well, let's just say that he wasn't planning on killing all the prisoner's, just one after another ina slow manner. He was glad his – their leader was back to normality.

"Severus, " Voldemort spoke suddenly.

"Yes Dark Lord?" Severus was on queue and it made Voldemort happy to have at least one follower that wasn't blubbering or wishing for him to use another persons son. Severus was always vigilant and always on task about everything, hence the reason he was one of the few that were actually trusted nowadays.

"You will be in charge of documenting the death's of all prisoner's, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Dark Lord," Severus bowed and stood once more as Voldemort continued.

"Crabbe, Goyle, Lucious, and Bellatrix, I want you to follow Severus and get rid all of the bodies after they have been exacuted." All four nodded and spoke at the same time. Voldemort could sense Narcissa shivering and smiled slowly to himself as a malicious thought broke in his mind, but it passed as he heard all the followers disapperate.

"Would have been a waste anyways," he said out loud, a hollow tone in his voice.

A nightmare.

Remus sat up and looked about the common room. He raised his eyebrows and looked around, though he noticed that he was experiencing tunnel vision. Everything was taking too long to take in, though he noticed a figure at the base of the steps and he singled his eyes on it and noticed it was Lily.

She ran forward towards him, slowly placing both her hands on either side of Remus' face. "Lily?"

"Shhh." Lily kissed him and when she pulled away, he noticed that they weren't in common room anymore and Lily wasn't standing next to him. No, instead, Hermione was cowering in a corner, her face filthy and her naked figure was trembling violently. A harsh laughter rang out as a flash of light came and she lifted up, screaming loudly as three more lights came about her. The lights stopped after five seconds and a cold, greasy voice rang out. " Time of death, 1:39 a.m. Death proposed by Avada Kadavra."

"Would you stop announcing the deaths? I would rather not make a memory of it."

The greasy voice grunted and mumbled, "Your just jealous because he likes me over you."

Remus awoke with a startle and looked around at his surroundings. He was back at Grimmauld Place. Sighing, he laid back down on his pillow, breathing harshly. Thinking about what he had just seen, he wiped the massive amounts of sweat away from his face and inhaled sharply. He couldn't help but think it only a dream, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he should call the Order up. Sitting up much more strictly, he got out of his bed, rushing towards his bedroom door and flinging it open. Cold wind greeted him but he moved fast. He knows if it really was a dream or not, but the war was soon to come and this dream was somewhat of a clue.

"What do you mean though? Are you sure it isn't fantasies?" Tonks eyed him menacingly; either she still hadn't gotten the image of Hermione and Remus making out or she was jealous of their love affair that she had wanted before Hermione.

"I understand the rumours—"

"Rumours? Remus, your on thin ice with the Minister," Hestia interrupted.

His once paled cheeks were bright red. "You know she had felt threatened about your questions when you visited and she was dreadfully afraid of me?"

Tonks coughed, hiding a laugh that was not hidden from Remus. Turning to her, Remus said, " Do you have something to add, Nymphadora?" He heard her scowl before shaking her head.

"Good," Remus inhaled, thinking about his words before continuing. "Now, can we just place the rumours aside for a moment and concentrate on what is in front of us? Regardless of what my dream was about, others have had dreams similar to this before too. Primarily Harry. Sirius admitted to me before his," Remus stopped here a moment, his eyes becoming slightly distant, but then he came back to himself and went on, "death, Sirius told me about him having a dream about Harry calling for him and he felt his body fall through something silky and fall into darkness. We all know what the veil meant and as I pushed this aside, later I came to know it to be true. As we all came to the truth. We need to take action. Weather you decide upon the thoughts of what others have said," he stole a glance at Tonks before continuing, "Or what you believe, is up to you, but we started this with Dumbledore, being follower's to his words, actions, goals, everything. We are the secret force with or without the minister's recognition, and with or without the Prophets views. Either way, we fight under cover for the same reasons: because we believe that a greater force needs to take precaution and eventually be ready to defeat Voldemort. Either you follow with Dumbledore's Order or you trip and fall with the Minister when a 'surprise' attack comes, it comes down to being your own decision." Remus inhaled and breathed raggedly; he felt like he was on fire, his heart beating so damn fast, and why couldn't someone put that damn fire out?

An awkward silence filled the room as the words of what Remus had just said sank into the minds of the Order's followers. Remus half expected to hear popping noises of people disapperating, but many turned their heads upwards and Hestia was the first to place her hand out in front of her, a bold look set in her eyes. Many others hands appeared, with the following hands and soon Tonks was breathing heavily, but she finally placed her hand in with the rest, a tearful look on her face.

Smiling, Remus said, "Now, to work with a plan."

A/N: RAWR! So what do you think? Do I have my spunk back or is it better? Did you expect the chapter to go like this? Were you expecting something longer? Shorter? More descriptive? Less descriptive? Come on! I want to hear what you people really think about this story and as always, ideas are welcomed and I will somehow try to repay... as to how? Well, you can let me know if you give me an idea.