A/N: Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! Also, everything under "Remus's Office, 1997" was Shimmer of an Angel's idea. :) In my original draft I didn't have it, but I quickly added it between last night and today.

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The Granger House, 1997

Remus, Harry, and Dumbledore stood outside the former Granger house. Somebody else owned it now, so Harry and Remus were under the Invisibility Cloak, and Dumbledore used a Disillusionment charm on himself to avoid questioning. He was watching for marks on the house, or anything different that would appear on its own as a result of Hermione being in the past. Once he saw it, he had ten seconds to mutter a spell on it and transport himself to her time. The three wizards kept their eyes peeled, staying as silent as possible. Remus had remembered when Hermione was going to come, so he'd told Dumbledore, and they came here.

The Granger House, 1979

Sirius held a shoe in front of the Shrieking Shack, surrounded by his friends who were dressed in muggle clothing. He grinned at Hermione's excited look. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..." he counted. As he said "One," they all felt a hook behind their navel, pulling them to the Granger home.

The group stumbled as they landed on a sidewalk. Hermione looked up, her breath catching in her throat. It was, indeed, her old house, looking much younger than she'd last remembered it. "Sirius, you're the best!" she cried, giving him a brief hug. She turned to Remus. "After you, of course," she reassured Remus, who'd looked on with a hint of jealousy.

Remus smiled. (I wonder what she sees in me, I haven't done much for her) he thought. (Sirius is the one doing her all the favors) "Thanks Hermione. Now what?"

Sirius cleared this throat, feeling important. How he loved expeditions like this! "We say our car broke down a ways away, and get them to let us into the house," he stated, as if it was obvious.

"You mean, to use the telephone?" suggested Hermione. "I don't think they'd let us all in, how about Remus and I go in?"

"Sounds good," said Sirius, shrugging. "I'm sure the rest of us will find something to do." He began throwing the shoe in his hand up in the air and catching it, over and over.

Remus took her hand. "Let's go, Hermione," he said.

Hermione allowed him to lead her to the front door, happiness bubbling in her chest, thoughts racing. (I'm going to get to see my parents! And...strangely enough...me. This is too good to be true! Maybe this time isn't too bad, I have Remus, and I might be able to visit my parents periodically) Seeing Remus's clueless look as he stood on the doorstep, Hermione reached over and rang the doorbell. She held her breath, hoping that they were home, and that Sirius hadn't gone to all that trouble of conjuring a portkey for nothing.

The door opened, revealing a twenty-two year old Mr. Granger. Hermione stared at him, speechless with joy.

Remus, realizing that Hermione hadn't gained a voice yet, decided he should speak. "Sorry to bother you, sir, but we wondered if we could use your telephone. Our car broke down a ways down the street, and we need a tow truck."

"Certainly, come in. I'm David Granger, here's my wife Emma, and our baby, Hermione."

Remus elbowed Hermione in an attempt to bring her out of her stunned daze. "A pleasure to meet you all. I'm Remus, and this is Katie. Thank you for your kindness," he said, entering the house, pulling Hermione after him.

"I love your name," commented Mrs. Granger.

"Thank you," said Remus. It had been the first time anyone had complimented his name. He let go of Hermione, leaving her with her parents while he entered their kitchen, picking up the telephone. He had no idea how to work the thing, so he just made random statements into it, pretending to talk to the tow truck driver.

Hermione beamed at her parents. "Hello, thank you for letting us use your telephone," she managed.

"It's no problem at all," said her mother, rocking baby Hermione. "If you don't mind me asking, are you two newlyweds?"

Hermione blushed a little. "No, he's my boyfriend," she said. (I got to tell them about Remus!) "How old is your baby?"

"She's two months old. She was born on September 19th," answered her mother.

"She's really cute," said Hermione, groaning inwardly. (I'm complimenting myself!)

"Thank you," said Mrs. Granger.

"You from around here?" asked her father.

Hermione scrambled around for a reply. What an awkward thing to answer! "Just - just moved to London," she stuttered. She smiled at them. (I wish I could stay here forever)

Remus, hearing the Grangers begininng to ask Hermione tough questions, hung up the phone and entered the living room. "Thanks again for letting us use the phone," said Remus. "Katie and I have to be going." He took her hand, and had to practically drag her out the door, since Hermione didn't want to leave. He pulled her after him down the driveway and ducked behind some bushes, where the other wizards were.

"How did it go?" asked James.

"It was wonderful! Thanks everyone," said Hermione, tearing up a little. (I can't believe I just saw my parents!) A big part of her wanted to go back and warn them of how they would be killed in less than eighteen years. But she knew if she told them that, worse things could be in store for them. Besides, they probably wouldn't believe her anyway.

Sirius beamed, feeling quite proud of his accomplishment of doing this for her. (Of course, a master Marauder like me could pull it off!) "No prob, Hermione. You know, if we transfigured you into a bird, we could have you watch them through the window."

"NO!" said Lily incredulously. "That's too advanced for us, and it's risky. I won't have it." She elbowed James, trying to get him to back her up.

"Right, we shouldn't do it," he said reluctantly. Peter nodded in agreement.

"It's up to Hermione, though," said Remus keenly. He knew she wanted to go back and stay with them longer. "Too bad we didn't bring the Invisibility Cloak."

Hermione struggled with herself, absently snapping off a branch on the bush. Suddenly Dumbledore appeared before them, shocking them beyond their wits. "D - D - Dumbledore," squeaked Peter.

Dumbledore turned to Hermione, his gaze thoughtful. "You want to see your parents more, don't you?"

"Yes," admitted Hermione. It was useless to hide anything from Dumbledore.

"I can perform a disillusionment charm, if you promise to be careful and only watch them for about ten minutes," Dumbledore offered. He could hardly blame her for feeling that way, and he'd rather that she see them under supervision than trying to sneak off by herself.

The others observed how old Dumbledore looked, thinking that when they last saw him, he didn't have quite so many wrinkles. It didn't occur to them that he'd come from the future instead of the present.

Dumbledore performed the charm, and Hermione disappeared from sight. They could hear the soft scuffling of feet as she ran to the house. Dumbledore gazed at the group, filled with sadness. The happy group wouldn't last long. James, and Lily would be dead within a year, betrayed by Peter, and Sirius was to die in sixteen years. Remus alone would survive.

The young wizards stared at Dumbledore, puzzled by his distant, sad look. (Why isn't he angry with us? Why isn't he punishing us?) they wondered. Remus decided to speak up. "Aren't you going to punish us, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore chuckled. (I couldn't punish them, even if I wanted to, I have to get back to my own time) Hermione returned just then, her footsteps slow and sad. Dumbledore undid the charm before answering Remus. "I can't, because I'm from the future," he explained with a sly smile. He pointed his wand at himself. "Expecto oportet tempus." A swirl of whirling colors engulfed Dumbledore, and he disappeared from sight.

"Let's go back to the Shrieking Shack," said Sirius, picking up the shoe. "Portus deux." His friends each put a finger on the portkey, and soon found themselves outside of the Shrieking Shack, bright smiles on their faces, none brighter than Hermione's. This had been the best day she'd experienced in a long time!

Remus's Office, 1997

Dumbledore disillusioned himself, Remus and Harry got out from under the Cloak, and they all took a portkey back to Dumbledore's office. Remus and Harry left, and as they walked, Harry demanded, "What happened? What memories did you get?"

"I took her in her parent's house, and we had a short visit. Then Dumbledore came, and Hermione was able to see her parents some more. After that, we took the portkey back to the Shrieking Shack."

They arrived in Remus's office. Harry felt frustrated. Remus didn't offer much detail with what was going on with Hermione. His description of what had happened at the Halloween dance was very short and neutral. Harry felt sure that Remus was holding back important information, and he was determined to find out why.

Suddenly a CRASH sounded in the hallway. Remus walked out to the stairway and gazed out the DADA classroom door. "Dear me, it looks like Peeves is back to his normal self again," he mused. "I'd better set him straight. Harry, I'll be back." He strode out the door as a SPLASH! and a couple shrieks came to his ears. "Oh, my, it sounds like Peeves is outdoing himself this time."

Harry sat down, glancing around the office, when the Pensieve caught his eye. He could see that some thoughts were in it. (Remus's thoughts) he realized. Now was his chance to find out something. To find out exactly was Hermione was up to, and what was going on between her and Remus.

Recklessly he plunged his head into the Pensieve. He saw every important moment, from the time Remus had first met Hermione, to when Hermione and Remus parted ways the night before. He took his head out, his thoughts whirling. He didn't quite know what to make of it all. He sat down just as Lupin entered the office again.

"That Peeves causes more trouble than he's worth. I can't understand why Dumbledore insists on keeping him," muttered Lupin.

Harry stared at Lupin. "You're right," he managed. "I'm going to Griffindor Tower. Goodbye, Lupin." He turned and walked out the door, reflecting on what he'd just seen. On one hand, he wanted Hermione to be with him. On the other, he'd seen Remus's point of view and couldn't help but feel a bit empathetic. Remus didn't know any better, and,after all, he himself hadn't made a move. (But what about when she returns? What would she choose?) Homework called, however, so Harry was unable to give much more thought to it that night.


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Shimmer of an Angel: Well, I hope you like how it turned out:) I thought about having Remus catch Harry while he was looking in the Pensieve, but I wasn't sure how I would handle that, and I really wanted to get this chapter up today. (It seems my readers would want that too :) ) Thanks for reviewing!

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Preview of next chapter:The six wizards continued on to Hogs Head. A dark, cloaked figure strode out, then paused and stared at them. "What are you doing out here in this late hour? Really quite brave of you, considering the state of things," he said, his voice muffled.

Hermione thought he sounded very familiar, someone she knew but didn't like. "We're taking our pets for a walk."