A/N: Today, according to JKR, (March 10th) is Remus Lupin's Birthday! Since we know he likes chocolate, let's all make him chocolate cake. :) "Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Remus Lupin, Happy Birthday to you!" Today is the new moon, thankfully for him, LOL. He won't have to spend his birthday in the Shrieking Shack. :) Oh, and "Retineo Impetum" in Latin means, "I hold back attack." Parvus means "Small."

Disclaimer: JKR owns the places, characters, and things, and "Frequency" owns most of the time travel ideas. (Sorry, JKR) I, meanwhile, own nothing. Except, perhaps, for the Andebru, which turns out to be a nickname for my best friend's brother. In which case he owns it, and I'm left with nothing again.


Seventh Year Begins

Hermione didn't have long to wait before Hedwig arrived with a reply from the Weasley twins. The owl flew in at breakfast with a few others. (Just in time for my birthday!)Hermione filled out their order form and hastily sent Hedwig off again. She seethed at the sight of Draco Malfoy laughing at the Slytherin table. Once she got her order back from the Weasleys...he wouldn't know what hit him!

She felt someone tap her on her shoulder. She turned and saw Harry sit down next to her. "Happy Birthday, Hermione," he said.

"Thanks Harry," she said, smiling. The other people there echoed Harry's Happy Birthday wish.

Hermione hastily finished her breakfast and headed for DADA class. She'd been looking forward to it all week. She and Harry were the first to enter it, bright smiles on their faces. Lupin looked rather cheerful as he greeted his class. "Today we will be learning about the creature, the Andebru. Who can tell me something about the Andebru?"

Not surprisingly, Hermione's hand shot up right away. Lupin smiled. "Hermione."

"The Andebru is one of the strangest creatures known to wizardkind. Not much is known about it. It's habits are quirky and unpredictable. It does, unfortunately, have the power of speech, which it uses incessantly. It's usually quite harmless. However, when it gets angry it's dangerous to be around."

"Well said, Hermione," said Lupin. Hermione glowed. On occasion, she got compliments from teachers, but it meant more to her when Lupin did. "When it's angry, a simple spell will repel it. However, the flicks required with your wand are complicated, which is why this wasn't taught until this year. Repeat the incantation after me: Retineo Impetum."

"Retineo Impetum," the class repeated.

"Very good," praised Lupin. "The Andebru is a close relation to the Jennyfish, which we will study in a future class." The rest of the time he spent teaching them the flicks and swishes to be made while saying the incantation. When class was dismissed, Hermione stepped into a private place and gave the Time Turner a few twists. Now she could go to Ancient Runes.

The next morning, her package from the Weasley twins arrived. She tore it open, and stuffed the contents into her pockets. Today she would make the Malfoys regret ever messing with the Grangers. She followed Malfoy out of the Great Hall, eager to begin. She reached into her pocket, threw a bit of powder at him, and muttered, "Parvus."

Malfoy began to shrink at an alarming rate. (Small like his heart) she thought furiously.

Crabbe and Goyle glanced over their shoulders, and, not seeing Malfoy, said, "Hey, where did Malfoy go?"

"I'M DOWN HERE!" Malfoy said, his voice a mere squeak. He was absolutely LIVID.

Peeves floated by, cackling with pure glee. "Mini-mini-Malfoy!" he said in a high pitched voice. He cackled some more. "Mini-mini-Malfoy!"

"SHUT UP!" squeaked Malfoy. He was now about two feet tall. "CRABBE, GOYLE, DO SOMETHING!"

Peeves ignored Malfoy, ecstatically continuing to call him by his new name. Before anything more could happen, though, Lupin walked in on the scene. He'd just finished his breakfast when he'd heard some commotion. Lupin quickly attempted a counter spell to return Malfoy to his normal size. When it didn't work, he realized that Weasley products must have been behind it. "Everyone, stay where you are. Turn out your pockets," he ordered, determined to find the culprit.

Hermione had just attempted to leave the area when Lupin gave his order. With a sinking heart, she stayed put. (Well, it was worth whatever detention I'm going to get. The look on his face! Mini-mini-Malfoy, indeed!)

Lupin reached Hermione. "Now, I'm sure you didn't do it, but I have to be fair, Hermione," he said. "Turn out your pockets."

Hermione handed him all her Weasley products. She glared at him, furiously daring him to rebuke her. (I owe Malfoy NO apologies for ANYTHING!)

Lupin's eyes widened with realization. (I should have known she'd do something like this. Still, it wasn't something I expected from Hermione, even after what Lucius did.) He stood stock still for a moment, not really knowing what to say. As her teacher, he probably should give her a week's worth of detention. But on the other hand, he knew it wouldn't be effective. She obviously didn't care whether she got detention or not. She probably just wanted to make the Malfoys pay. "Hermione," he started hesitantly.

Hermione's anger bubbled to the surface. "Don't you dare make me apologize. He deserved what he got!" Tears began to form in her eyes.

Lupin sighed. "With me, Hermione," he said. "Crabbe, Goyle, take Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey. Hopefully she'll be able to reverse his condition. Clear out, everyone." Hermione followed Lupin to his office. There they sat down side by side on a bench. Lupin sealed the door shut with a simple spell, before turning to Hermione. "As your teacher, I should probably give you at least a week's worth of detention," he started. He took a good look at the Weasley products in his hands for the first time. One would turn Malfoy green for a week before fading away in spots. Another would turn every hair on his head into worms, and he wouldn't be able to get rid of them until his hair grew out. The items grew worse from there. He sighed. "But as your friend, I cannot blame you for wishing to get at Malfoy," he added slowly. "Look at me, Hermione."

Hermione, who'd avoided his gaze before then, turned to look at him. She felt suddenly aware of a sort of connected understanding. Lupin really did understand how she felt. (I wonder who made him feel that way.)

"Hermione," he continued. "Do you really think is something your parents would want you to do? Don't you think you could honor their memory more by not getting in trouble at school?"

Hermione stared at him blankly. A part of her knew he was right, yet how could anyone expect her to just sit there while Malfoy haughtily flaunted about the school? He, who probably helped his father murder her parents? She began blinking back tears.

"Come here, Hermione," said Lupin gently. He pulled her into a brief hug, then put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Now, I'm going to confiscate these products, and can I trust you not to get any more?" He saw her nod. "Yes," he answered for her. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you at least a night of detention, or your fellow students will cry out at the unfairness."

"I understand," she said, struggling not to cry.

He gave her shoulders a squeeze. "I know this can't be easy for you. If you need to talk to anyone, I'll be here in my office, and I sure Ron and especially Harry will help you. If you like, I can request that the Slytherins be grouped with the Ravenclaws instead of the Griffindors, if that will improve things for you."

"Thanks, Lupin. You're really sweet," she said, feeling a bit better. At the moment, though, she wished to be alone. (I can't, though, my next class starts in - wait - I'm late for it!) "Oh no, I'm late for class," she moaned.

"Here," said Lupin, scribbling a note. "Give this to your teacher, if he complains."

"Thanks. Goodbye, Lupin." She got up and walked out his office door.

"Goodbye," he called after her. (I hope she feels better soon)


Replies to Reviewers:

BrennaM: Yay! BrennaM! (does happy dance) Thanks for both of your reviews! Yeah, I hadn't really planned on doing a Time Travel story but some of the ideas from "Frequency" I found intriguing so I decided to have a go at it. I'm glad you like it! Scheming against Draco is fun. One day I was trying to say something about Draco to my friend, but I forgot his first name, so I said "you know, Mini-Malfoy." LOL! Ever since we've been calling him "mini-mini-Malfoy" in high-pitched voices. Wouldn't he love that! Thanks for reviewing again:)

Preview of next chapter: Peeves, sensing that things were going far, far worse than he intended, stopped meddling with the Time Turner and let go of it. Suddenly he realized that, for the first time in his life, (or death, however you look at it) the joke was as much on him as someone else.

Hermione, feeling quite faint and sick to her stomach, closed her eyes. "Peeves, if you've ever done a favor to anyone, let me know when this is over," she groaned. She felt like the breath was being sucked out of her body. The ground rushed up to meet her, and all she knew was blackness.