Once again I shall say this: I can only claim the plot.
*Remus' Room*
He couldn't fall an asleep. He couldn't get the image of Herimone out of his head. She slept like an angel and the smile and trust she has in a werewolf. ~She saw me as a werewolf and now the teacher students- relationship has gone to far. I now know that she must stay away from me and this relation or what ever it or whatever it is becoming. ~ Remus thought as he lie in his bed. Still he could not get the sound of her laughter out of his head, or the way she looked in the moonlight, or the way she always knew what she was thinking. ~I wish I could be in her arms listing to her breath and how she knows…what I think. ~ "Wait a minute," he said getting out of bed.
*Dumbledore's Office*
"Tell me the truth. Are you and Hermione related in some way?" Remus paced the floor waiting for an answer form the old man sitting behind the large chair.
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" The old man smiled not taking his eyes of the younger man.
"The day before school started of said reading minds runs in the family and Hermione seem to read minds. Now tell the truth old man."
"You want the truth go get Hermione she needs to know her history and so do you." The man's smile faded and his eyes lost the twinkle. "She needs to know the truth and needs to know it before I die."
A/N, Can some body please tell be what a Beta reader is. Please review. I know this is short and I will try to make the next chapter a little longer.