"Yes, I think she has made a connection to you in hopes you will help her complete whatever she set out to do the day she died." Remus commented. The house was drenched in silence as both people stared into space thinking and remembering.

            Hermione coughed then turned to Remus. "Would this be a bad time to mention that I'm hungry?" she asked with a timid smile. Remus looked around.

            "Well, I guess I'll have to conjure something up." Remus waved his wand and the roast chicken sandwiches that were to be their lunch now appeared on the sofa between them. Hermione gladly ate her sandwich. She stood up and brushed the crumbs off her robe.

            "We'd best find somewhere to sleep, Remus." Hermione said. "It's getting dark out and somehow I doubt you're ready to go back to your house yet." Remus looked up at her and gave a sudden laugh.

            "Cute pajamas, Hermione," Remus said between laughs. Hermione looked down and blushed. "C'mon then. Let's go find rooms to sleep in." He led the way up the stairs and stopped at a door. "This was my old room. You can stay in it." He pointed his wand at the bed and it was covered in new sheets, all dust eliminated. "I'll be across the hall. Call if you need anything."

            Hermione shut the door behind him then took off her school robe and hung it over a chair of the desk. She pulled back the sheets and slid in, her head comforted by the fluffy pillow. She muttered a spell to clear her stuffy nose and closed her eyes. She must have fallen asleep because sometime later, she was awakened by a weird noise coming from the corner of the room. Hermione opened her eyes and looked at the corner nearest the window. There was a faint glow there. She sat up quickly ignoring the fact that as she did, she sent the box of tissues flying. As she watched spell bound, the light grew bigger and bigger until it formed the shape of a small child.

            "Remy…?" A little boy's voice floated from the light.

            "Who are you?" Hermione whispered swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

            "Remy…are you there?" The ball of light suddenly became clear and Hermione gasped in surprise. It was a little boy wearing a tattered jumpsuit. There were scars all over his face and his eyes had no pupils. "Remy…I need your help!" The figure's voice rose as it walked closer to the bed.

            "You just stay away!" Hermione said as she gathered her legs off the floor and squished back against the wall. "Remus!" She screamed as the figure continued its advance. Almost immediately, the door slammed open and Remus stood silhouetted in the door frame. He looked at the tiny figure and a sound of shock emitted from his throat.

            "Danny?" he whispered. The figure turned towards him and a smile lit the ghostly features. The figure, which Hermione assumed was Danny, ran towards Remus but disappeared as soon as he reached the door. Remus let out another strange sound and collapsed to the floor. Hermione jumped off the bed and ran to his side.

            "Remus, Are you okay?" Hermione asked and was frightened to hear a sob escape her old professor's throat. 'Okay, Hermione, think. He's been locking up emotions. That's all. It's just a delayed reaction. Get him in the bed and let him cry.' Hermione thought. 'Yeah, that's what I'll do.' She grabbed her wand and levitated the crying man onto the bed that she had recently vacated. He buried his head in her pillow and cried for his lost brother as Hermione ran her hands through his hair and whispered anything comforting she could come up with. Eventually his crying stopped and she became tired. She laid her head on his back and fell asleep. Sometime in the night, in the midst of a dream, Remus rolled over and gathered Hermione into his arms.

A/N: Oh, lord. Give me strength. First it was a romance, plain and simple. Then it was a ghost story. Now my characters want both! Gah! I have no romantical talent. I get embarrassed too easily. I'm sure I could find/steal a good scene from like Nora Roberts…but that would be rude and uncool. And so I ask for help. Would a beta reader be able to suggest and help with scenes? Am I simply on my own with this?! This story has way too much potential for me to ruin it. Please help!!