Something odd was going on with the teachers, he just knew it. Ever since Hermione 'visited her parents' two months ago, they had been acting strange. Snape was twice as horrid and even more prone to bouts of anger, Lupin had become noticeably more tired and worn out than usual, and he had lost that normal sparkle that came when he taught he classes. McGonagall was always tense, and whenever someone would come into class saying that they had a message, she always perked up, as if waiting for something. Even Dumbledore seemed a bit more somber lately, as if he had another huge burden placed on his back, and Harry suspected, the twinkle now in his eye was nothing more than a glamour charm.

Today, however, Harry was going to do something, he was going to get to the bottom of this. Normally, if the teachers had been acting odd, he wouldn't have cared much, but now he knew in his heart that it involved Hermione in some way, so he felt as though he had a right to know. He watched as Professor Lupin handed back the assignments, Harry receiving his normal O, and waited for the class to end. He figured Professor Lupin would be the best person to ask, after all, the two were on pretty friendly terms. Harry listened as the bell sounded and everyone began to pack up their things, he however, did not move. He sat there, watching, as Remus walked to his desk and straightened his papers. Harry waited until everyone else had left the classroom, and walked up to the desk. Remus didn't seem to notice him, so he cleared his throat, causing the Professor to look up.

"Yes Harry, is there something you wanted?"

Harry took in a deep breath, "Professor, what do you know about Hermione's disappearance."

Harry watched as the Professor stopped moving, his hands shaking slightly. He looked back up at Harry and let out a shaky laugh, which Harry saw right through, "Harry, Hermione is with her dad, you know that."

Harry stared back at his Professor, he didn't care if he had to chain himself to a desk, and he was going to figure out what was going on. "Professor, we both know that is a straight out lie. Something else is going on. All of the other teachers have been acting weird lately, ever since Hermione 'left for home.' Now, anytime someone even says her name in front of you, you flinch almost. Professor, she is my best friend, I want- no I need to know what happened to her."

Professor Lupin gave him that same 'everything is just fine' look which made Harry's blood boil, and talked to him as though he were insane, "Harry, everything is fine. Why would the Headmaster lie to you? Nothing is going on, just forget about it ok?"

Harry watched as the Professor began walking towards his office, obviously under the pretence that the discussion had been closed, but Harry was not about to give up that easily. He followed Lupin to his office, and caught the door just as it was about to close in his face. "Professor, I don't think you understand."

"Yes, Harry, I understand fine. You are worried about your friend."

"No, Professor, you really don't understand. I love her."

Harry turned his gaze to the floor, he had never really admitted it to anyone before, and it sounded a bit strange telling his Professor before Hermione. He heard Lupin let out a sigh and heard approaching footsteps. He felt Lupin put a hand on his shoulder and guide him to the couch on the other end of the room. Harry sat down and looked back up at his Professor, who was no looking through one of his drawers. A few moments later, he pulled out some sort of book and walked back over to the couch and sat down next to Harry.

"Harry, I am going to show you this, but you have to promise not to mention any of this to Ron or anyone else, and if you react to badly, I might have to perform a slight memory charm, but I think you might want to know."

Harry turned a queer eye onto his professor, who was now holding the book out to him. He took it and opened to the first page, and to his surprise, it was a photo album. He looked at the first picture. It was the marauders and his mother, standing outside of Hogwarts, and what looked like diplomas in their hands. Everyone was smiling and seemed to be happy, but one look in their eyes and you could tell that none truly were. Their eyes were clouded and distant, as if something tragic had just happened, and they were all carrying the weight of it. He turned the next page, it was another picture, this time of the Gryffindor common room. Remus was sitting on one end of the couch, and doing what looked like homework, and sitting on the other end was some person that Harry couldn't recognize. Their head was turned back and their head was leaned over something, more than likely an essay. He watched as photo Lupin signaled to the other person and pointed up, motioning to turn around. He looked back down at the other person and stared in horror as he immediately recognized the face of the young witch.

It was Hermione. Shocked beyond belief, he tried to tell his mind that it was just some coincidence, that she was someone who just looked like Hermione, exactly like her. He quickly turned the page, this time it was in the Great Hall. The Marauders were there, alone with Lily, to his horror, the girl who looked like Hermione. He turned the page again, the girl was there once more, and page after page after page he saw her face. Finally, on the verge of tears and confused beyond measure, he looked to Professor Lupin, who was now picking up the book that Harry had so unceremoniously thrown to the floor in frustration.

"Professor, that can't be her can it?"

"Yes Harry, it is. That is where she is right now. Something happened two month's ago and she was transported back into the past, my past. She isn't with her parents, they are fine."

Harry was near hysterics, "But then why wasn't she in the first picture? I mean that was the day you graduated, why wasn't she there? Surely she wouldn't miss her own graduation, I mean this is Hermione we are talking about. The first week of school she was studying for her N.E.W.T.'s; it is what she has been working towards for seven years! And why did all of you look like someone had just…"

Harry's sentence trailed off as realization hit him. Hermione hadn't been there for graduation, that's why everyone looked as though someone had died. That's what was wrong with everybody. "So she died, or she left. Either way she wasn't there. That's why all of you looked horrible."

Harry looked over at his Professor, praying that he would start laughing and act like everything was just one big joke, however, he never did. "Something happened, right after the N.E.W.T.'s. I didn't find out till a couple weeks ago who the girl from my past really was."

Tears began to blur Harry's vision as he asked one final question, he had seen a picture while flipping through the album, of Hermione and Lupin holding hands by the lake, "Did you love her?"

He heard Lupin take in a deep breath and swallow hard, "Yes Harry, I did love her."

Harry buried his head in his hands and allowed the tears to flow. His love was gone, no matter how long he searched this earth, he wouldn't find her. She was in the past, falling in love, with someone else, and that shattered his heart.