So it's been about a week and a half since I last updated. Did y'all think that I had left you again? Well I'm not so you don't have to worry about that. Anyway in case you hadn't noticed, I'm re-publishing a lot of my old one-shots and y'all should check them out :) Also I updated one of my other stories, The Great Divide, which is somewhat of a tie-in with this story. It explains what happened with Lily, Sirius, and Severus when they were children before Hogwarts. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry if it's a little short. The next one should be longer. Please Read and Review :) :)

"Hey Hermione, Remus is waiting for you down here!" Lily called up the stairs.

The past few days had been like this. Hermione would spend every available moment between breakfast and dinner studying and going to class, but once Remus came to take her to dinner she became all his.

It was sweet really that Hermione had finally found someone that was worth putting away her books for and Lily was genuinely pleased that Remus had found something that didn't mind his little furry problem.

Lily had already had a quick dinner that night and was planning on spending the rest of it catching up on her homework. Hermione and Remus getting together had been an exciting thing for everyone but unfortunately she had gotten a little behind on her homework because of it.

When she got up to their room, she noticed a folded note on Hermione's desk. Now Hermione wrote notes all the time to her friends so at first Lily thought nothing of it. But as she sat there at her desk, writing a paper on the various ways to turn a couch cushion into a dining set, she became curious. It wasn't normal for Hermione to keep notes out on the desk without sealing them first, and she never mentioned what she was writing about, and to be honest Lily had always been a huge snoop.

Lily went back and forth in her head about what she should do. She desperately wanted to know what was in the note, but she didn't want to invade Hermione's privacy. But she very much wanted to know what was in the note. Perhaps it was a love note to Remus? Oh how sweet that would be!

And eventually her natural nosiness won out and tip toed over to Hermione's desk and opened it.

A few minutes later Lily folded the note back up, walked quietly back to her desk and stared blankly at her essay.

When Hermione came back that night after having dinner and studying with Remus Lily was sitting in her bed, waiting.

Hermione could tell by the look on Lily's face that something was definitely wrong.

"Tell me about Harry, Hermione," Lily said calmly as she sat on her bed.

"There's not much to tell really," Hermione started as she prepared for bed, "He's a good friend of mine from back home."

"How old is he?" Lily asked.

"Our age."

"And what does he look like?" Lily continued.

"Brown hair, about this tall," Hermione said as she lifted up her arm, "why do you want to know?

Lily locked eyes with Hermione as she answered her question, "Just curious. What about his parents? Is he a muggleborn like you?"

Hermione wasn't sure what had gotten into Lily since she'd left, but something was definitely up. Even though they had only been around each other for a short time, Hermione had learned quickly that Lily was never just curious. She always had a purpose. But this wasn't a question that she had ever thought she would need to answer. How in the world was she supposed to explain this?

She couldn't. So she decided to lie, "Yes they are. His mom's a school teacher and his dad works on cars. Nice people."

Lily stayed quiet for the next few moments, and when she broke eye contact Hermiome began to relax a bit. Lily's questioning always stressed Hermione out for obvious reasons and she was glad that this particular session was over.

Before she got into bed Hermione walked over to her desk to make sure that she had finished her essay for charms when she noticed. The letter that she had been writing to Harry sat open a few inches from where she knew she had put it.

And all of a sudden Hermione understood.

While her letters to Ron were always full of notes and tips on how to get though the year, her letters to Harry read more like a diary. She told him everything that was going on in her life and when speaking of Lily and James she had always referred to them as his mum and his dad. After all it seemed only fair that she tell him everything that she could about his parents and his godfather. And she had always been so careful about putting her letters away before she left the room.

But tonight Remus had been early, and in her rush she had simply folded it and put it on the desk not thinking that Lily would be snooping.

"So you say I have a son?" Hermione heard Lily ask from her bed.

Not wanting to turn around and face her, Hermione answered, "Yes."

"Turn around Hermione and look at me," Lily demanded.

It was a tone that Hermione had only heard used on misbehaving first years and Hermione found herself compelled to obey.

"You know, you shouldn't leave things like that just laying around Hermione."

"And you shouldn't be reading another persons' note."

Hermione wondered what she should say next. She could tell by Lily's stare that she expected Hermione to explain herself but she honestly had no idea how. Yes she was mad at Lily for snooping but there was no way she could possibly deal with being angry at the moment, that would be an argument for another time. Right now all she could feel was panic.

How in the world could she explain this in a way that would make Lily understand? If only she had her time turner with her, she could perhaps send them back an hour and at least show Lily that it was possible. Though if it came to it, she could take Lily up to Dumbledore and he could help convince her.

There was no lie, no story that she could tell that could get her out of this situation. All that she could really do was tell Lily the truth and hope for the best.

"I know how bizarre this is going to sound Lily but I need you to have an open mind. I'm from twenty years in the future. I'm not a transfer student, I've been going to Hogwarts since my first year and that's where I met Harry. I was head girl and I was studying in my room, this room, when curse hit my time turner and sent me back here. I hid under your bed so you couldn't see me and then when you left I ran to dumbledore's office. If you'd like, you can ask James or Sirius or Remus or even Peter. I'm pretty sure they saw me rush out the day I arrived."

The room was silent for a long time. Lily just sat on her bed, staring at her sheets, not even moving an inch.

Hermione wasn't sure what exactly to do with herself but she found that she couldn't bring herself to move. She was too afraid that any sort of movement at all would trigger Lily and potentially spend her into some kind of psychotic rage which would be quite justified. After all, Hermione had pretty much just told her that she would spend the rest of her life with James Potter and that was difficult news for anyone to hear.

"So you're from the future." Lily said slowly.

"Yes," Hermione answered quietly.

"And you're friends with my son."

"Yes."

"The son that I have with James."

Hermione nodded.

Lily stayed quiet for a moment, still staring at her sheets. But then she looked up with the most worried face Hermione had ever seen.

"Oh Merilin," She began looking panicked, "do I get fat?"