Sometime in the night, in the midst of a dream, Remus rolled over and gathered Hermione into his arms.

            When they awoke in the morning each avoided the subject of Danny. They also didn't talk about how they felt to wake up in the other's arms. They just got up and walked down to the kitchen. Remus conjured up some breakfast. Hermione ate quickly and placed her plate by the sink. Without turning to Remus, she walked out of the kitchen and began to explore. She came upon the room that Remus had been staying in until…Danny last night. She walked softly, as if fearing to disturb the spirits in the house. On the dresser was a leather bound book with the word Lupin embossed on it. Feeling a snoop, Hermione quietly opened the cover and was startled to find feminine handwriting filling each page.  The first paragraph introduced the writer:

            Today I married. Today I became Mrs. Gerald Lupin. I cannot wait to start a family with such a caring man.

            So this was the journal of Remus' mother. Hermione flipped towards the back. Perhaps later entries would give her some insight as to what Remus' mom was planning when she died. One page caught her eye.

            I have found the solution. I will get my Danny back. I am dying, this is what facilitates the charm.  All the box needs is the amulet. Then someone with the connection must read the words:

Magic of mother,

Life of family.

Combined with love

And all is there

Say these words,

When moon is full

And amulet glows:

Exsuscito Ardor.

            I'm quite sure what it means by "one with the connection" but I will find out. To save my son, I will find out….

            "I'm the one…" Hermione gasped and dropped the book to the floor. A piece of paper fluttered out of the journal and landed on the dusty floor. Hermione didn't notice. She was already running down the stairs to the kitchen to tell Remus of her discovery.

A/N: Yeah. It's short. I think that's just me. I just noticed I hadn't updated in awhile and wanted to get the story moving. Everything from here on out is from my mind. Yeah, it's a scary thought. : ). Happy day-after-V-day.