A/N: Just in case you were wondering, people who saw Hermione in the past will only remember her if she left a strong enough impression. Like, at least this far, Snape wouldn't remember her because he's barely noticed her presence.

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Implied Consequences, 1979

Sirius stood outside Hogwarts castle, tapping his foot impatiently. Hermione had told him to meet her there, so here he was. "Where is she?" he muttered aloud. Curfew was almost there.

The stomping of feet made him turn around. Hermione stood there, looking annoyed. She'd just had a run in with Peter, who was being nice, disgustingly nice, to her. She could hardly stand to be nice back. She stood a moment, catching her breath and calming down. "Hi Sirius," she gasped. "Here's the potion. Make sure that Remus takes it EVERY DAY until the supply runs out," she ordered, handing him a bag full of small vials. "He'll probably object, it doesn't taste good. But believe me, when he feels the results, he'll know it was worth it." She smiled, eyes glittering.

"Every day," grinned Sirius. This was going to be fun. "What if he refuses? He can be really stubborn sometimes."

"Oh, I think you can use whatever means necessary," she giggled. "Watch him to make sure he drinks all of it, and doesn't dump it out or something."

Sirius chuckled some. "Are you sure you can't tell me what it does?"

"Don't you trust me? I'm afraid to tell you too much, I'm not sure if it would change too much of the future. I really shouldn't have made it at all." Hermione glanced at her watch. "Oh dear, it's curfew time. We better go."

Sirius stared at her as if she was from outer space. Since when did curfew matter? He shrugged his shoulders and followed her, his mind plotting ways to get Remus to drink the nasty potion.

Sirius and Hermione parted ways when they reached the common room, both going up to their respective dorms. Sirius stuffed the bag of vials under his bed after he picked one out for Remus to take. He spotted Remus sitting on his bed, reading. (What does Remus see in books?) wondered Sirius. Personally, he found them drab and boring. Except for the ones about Quidditch, of course. "Remus," he started, holding up the vial. "Can you drink this for me?"

Remus looked up from his book, raising his eyebrows at Sirius's strange request. "What is it?"

"It's potion," said Sirius.

"I know that," answered Remus. "I meant, what kind of potion? What does it do?" (Taking random things from Sirius is never wise, even if you are his best friend, he's such a prankster.)

Sirius paused. "It'll be a surprise."

"No thanks," said Remus, turning back to his book. Surprises and Sirius didn't blend together very well.

"Hey, I didn't make it," objected Sirius. "Someone else did."

"Who?" wondered Remus, beginning to feel annoyed. Didn't Sirius see that he was trying to concentrate!

"Someone you trust," said Sirius evasively. "Now, drink it!"

"If I drink it, will you leave me alone?" requested Remus. "Tell me what it does first, though."

"I'll leave you alone after you drink it," agreed Sirius. "It doesn't do anything."

Remus threw up his hands in exasperation. "Then what's the point?"

"Drink it, Remus."

Remus sighed, took the vial, and uncorked it. He began drinking it, when he spit it out in pure disgust.

"What did you put in it? Rat guts?"

"I told you, I didn't make it. By the way, I was told it wouldn't taste good."

"Now you tell me," groaned Remus, handing the vial back to him.

"No, no, you have to drink it all," insisted Sirius.

"You've had your fun, Sirius, now go away," complained Remus. "I'm trying to do my homework."

"If you don't finish it, I'll - " Sirius tried to think of something. He didn't want to disappoint Hermione.

"I'll make your hair go pink for a week!"

"I know the countercurse," muttered Remus.

"I'll amplify my snoring!"

"I'll soundproof my pillow and sleep underneath it," said Remus coolly.

"I'll tell Katie that you're a werewolf!"

Remus dropped his book and snapped to face Sirius. "You would not," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You promised."

"That was before she came," said Sirius. He already knew she that she knew and didn't care, so he didn't feel like he was betraying Remus by saying this. Besides, he was at his wit's end. Remus was being his stubborn self.

"You couldn't," said Remus desperately.

"Take the potion," said Sirius.

Remus rolled his eyes, and downed the rest of it. To his relief, nothing adverse happened to him. Sirius beamed triumphantly. "I'll leave you alone now."

"You won't tell her, right?"

"No, as long as you take the potion when I tell you to," promised Sirius.

"You mean I have to take it again?"

"Maybe again. Or maybe every day for the rest of the month."

Remus glared at Sirius. "What's going on?"

"It's a surprise! You'll like it, I promise."

The look on Sirius's face was sincere, Remus could tell. He sighed. "Fine, just don't tell her."

"Deal," said Sirius. Yes, he'd done it! Hermione would be so pleased! Grinning conspiratorially, he returned to the common room, waiting for when Hermione would come back so he could tell her the good news.

Implied Consequences, 1997

Remus laughed with pure glee as the latest memory entered his mind. Even though his younger self didn't know it, he now knew that Sirius had given him Wolfsbane potion. (It hadn't been invented yet, though. That could only mean that Hermione gave it to Sirius to give to me) he realized. He wished he could shout at his former self to be more cooperative. He knew that he planned on trying to get out of his end of the deal before the month was over. (Don't do it) he pleaded, knowing it was useless. If he kept his mind during transformation, perhaps he could resist what Voldemort was going to do.

A knock sounded on his door. (It's probably Harry making his usual visit to see how Hermione is doing) surmised Remus. "Come in."

It was indeed Harry. "Any news?"

"Yes," grinned Remus. "Hermione's made me some Wolfsbane potion. She wisely decided not to let anyone know the exact nature of it, and delegated to Sirius the duty of making me drink it. Unfortunately, my younger self wasn't too thrilled about it, since it tasted horrible and I couldn't see the point of taking it." He chuckled. "It'll be interesting to see what happens next."

Harry smiled wistfully. He could just see her doing that. "Has she mentioned me at all?"

"She tries not to, because it might affect things too much. But she has made a few slips."

"Like what?"

"She said that I was just like you and Ron, not liking to pay attention to Professor Binns."

Harry laughed. "Really? I can just see her saying that."

Remus gazed at Harry a moment, wondering if he should say anything about the feelings brewing between him and Hermione. (Nothing has happened yet, and maybe nothing will. I don't need to say anything yet) he decided.


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Preview of next chapter: "Thanks, Sirius," she said when they were safely outside.

Sirius smiled. "I did actually have you come out here to talk to you," he said. "Remus said that last night would be the last night he'd take the potion. He's terribly stubborn, I'm afraid the surprise is going to have to be called off." Sirius's face appeared to be as disappointed as Hermione felt.

"Sirius, if I told you what it did, would you give it another go?" Hermione wondered.