When Remus returned, Hermione was sketching frantically on a piece of paper. The structure of what looked to be a house was forming. Her quill flew with a mind of its own and her eyes were closed. The outline was coming along nicely, though no details could be seen as of yet. He set her plate down beside her and watched as she drew on, undisturbed by his presence. Suddenly the front section of the house was done and Hermione started shading. Remus gasped out loud. It couldn't be, could it? Remus was thrown into the past.
He was standing in a kitchen watching a beautiful woman cooking. Her brown hair was pulled back, but the hours running about the kitchen and cooking had knocked strands loose. She was laughing and singing as she prepared a chicken to bake. A little boy came running up to her and threw his arms around her legs. "Remy, not now," the woman admonished. "Let me get this chicken ready."
"But mom!" he whined. "Why can't you just use your wand?" The woman shook her head (more hair fell) and laughed as she put the chicken in a muggle oven.
"You know it doesn't taste the same that way, Remus." She grabbed a scarf from a peg near the door, wrapped it around her ears and neck then grabbed Remus' hand. "C'mon now. Let's go." And the two walked out of the door with the crescent moon window.
"Remus….Professor?" Remus was brought out of his reverie by Hermione's voice. He looked at her and then at the drawing she held in her hand. There was a shadowy figure of a woman standing by a tree in the foreground. He jerked the drawing from her hand. "Where did you see this, Hermione?" He asked shaking the paper.
"In a dream…Professor, are you okay?" Hermione was worried. It seemed the house was somehow connected to him. Remus started pacing and mumbling to himself.
"It can't be true. It was just a lie that my dad made up…She wouldn't have…." He stopped pacing. "We must go. She has obviously made a connection to you." Remus grabbed her arm and jerked her out of the house. In three minutes they were on the Knight Bus heading off somewhere. Hermione sat as far away for Remus as she could. She didn't want to go, but she was worried about her teacher. If seeing that he was safe meant going somewhere, then that she would do.