Before my disclaimer or anything, I would like to say that BlackPaintedWhite reminded me of something. The songs at the beginning and end are the feelings of Remus and Hermione. The one at the top is Hermione's and the bottom one is Remus's, so if you're looking for an idea of what's happening, read the songs.

Disclaimer: (recovering from the drama of the last chapter) I don't own Harry Potter

Chapter Seven

Time

Walking on the sidewalk

Holding your hand

Talking with you sweetly

World feels so right

Everyday I see you

I gets me through the day

Wanting to be together always

Everything feels right- from Forgotten

Remus's POV (A few days after the full moon)

Hermione had been acting so strange the past few days. She was nervous, he didn't have to be a werewolf to figure that out, but he didn't know why. She didn't look him in the eye, and when she did she looked away quickly, as though harboring some great secret. No one else seemed to notice either.

"She's being her usual brainy self," said Sirius when he asked. "There's nothing different about her."

Remus knew that something was wrong and he couldn't understand why no one else saw the change. He knew he paid more attention than anyone, maybe more than he should, but the change, he felt, was drastic.

Hermione's POV

"Lily, just drop it."

"Hermione, if you find a way to go back you have to do what you can to do it."

"Well I'm not going to find a way. I'm want to stay."

"Hermione!"

"Look, I'm staying you are not going to persuade me to go. Besides, how do we know that this isn't just a story."

"We have to try."

"We are not going to try anything. I am staying."

"James!"

"No, Lily, don't get the boys into this."

Too late. James had already pulled up a chair to their table. "Yes, my darling Snowfeather?" he asked kissing her hand.

"Tell Hermione that, by law, if she finds a way to go back to her time, she has to do what she can to go back."

James inhaled sharply. "By law? Yes, she does. But Lil, if that were possible, would you think that would be a good idea? For her or Remus? Because I think that I now know why Remus thinks you're acting weird."

"He has?" asked Hermione. "Thanks Lil."

"Well, I mean, if Dumbledore finds it, you know he'll send you home."

"Assuming that it isn't a myth."

"Woa, woa are you telling me that you have found a way to send her back?"

"Yes, but I won't."

"You won't what?" Hermione heard Remus's voice ask behind her. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly before turning around. Remus looked puzzled, but interested.

"What won't you do?" he asked sitting down next to her.

"Uh-I won't listen to Lily for another minute."

"Oh, come on, I know that that's not it."

"Lily has decided to bombard me with myths and legends."

"I have not! You know there is a very good chance it's true."

"The last recorded case was a women who was killed shortly after finding out about it. That could just have easily been a false claim."

"What could have been a claim?" asked Remus.

"The Time Enchantress."

"The what?"

Hermione froze, realizing what she said. She hadn't wanted to tell him. Before she could explain properly, Lily took matters out of her hands.

"The mythical being who can travel through time. It's always a woman, but Hermione is stubbornly refusing to believe that it is in any way true."

"Because it's not!" said Hermione in an effort to make herself look less like a liar.

Remus didn't say anything. Hermione found herself incapable of speech. She felt guilty again, like she had when he had found out about Harry.

"The Time Enchantress?" asked Remus in a voice that fought desperately to keep steady.

"Yes, and Hermione doesn't believe in it."

"Well I don't blame her."

"It could easily be true."

"No it couldn't, as I've been saying. It's just a myth Lily."

"I'm just saying, it could be true."

"More likely not though. I'll be so happy when you are all gone for Christmas, then I won't have to listen to this."

Remus's POV

He wasn't saying what was on his mind because he knew he would overreact if he did. He couldn't talk about what Hermione and Lily had told him. He had no right to be mad so he wasn't going to bring up the subject.

The fact was he felt again as though Hermione had kept a secret from him. She had, but it wasn't something to be angry about. This was something new, not like Harry. He also knew why she hadn't told him. He had overreacted when he found out about Harry and she had undoubtedly wanted to avoid such circumstances.

He didn't want her to leave, she knew that. He wanted Hermione to himself, not to share her with Harry. From the few scraps of what he had heard about James and Lily's future son, he was brave and loyal, a person James would be proud of to have a son, someone Remus felt he would be proud to know, but Hermione was Remus's and his alone. Letting Hermione go back meant possible losing her to Harry. And even if she didn't, he didn't know what was going to happen in the next few years. Would she still want him after two decades? Would he feel the same? Or would he find someone else, someone who would be there?

He pushed these thoughts out of his head. Of course he would. He loved his Mione, he would never, ever let her go, never have someone else in her place. He would wait a million lifetimes for her, just to see her. No one would ever take her place with him, no one.

But could Harry take his?

Hermione's POV (two days later)

She watched the carriages pull away from Hogwarts all the way to Hogsmeade. One of those carriages held Lily, James, Sirius, and Peter. All four of them were going home. As evil as she felt admitting it, she was glad to be without Lily for a few days. She wouldn't have to put up with anymore pressure over the stupid Time Enchantress.

"Hey Beautiful," said Remus behind her and she smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck. She had nowhere to go and Remus had insisted on staying with her.

"Hey," she said, turning her head back to face him. Neither had brought up the subject of what had happened two days ago. Hermione didn't want to be the one to do it, she didn't feel it was her right to do so, and Remus had stayed silent. She enjoyed the quiet already.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair.

"How nice it will be, just you and me," she said honestly. He smiled.

"How about how nice a full moon will be, just you and me?"

"That's sounds good. What day?"

"Christmas."

"Perfect." Hermione smiled at the feel of his hands on her back and his lips upon her own. She pulled herself closer to him, forgetting her worries about Lily. It was just the two of them.

Remus's POV (Christmas day)

Sunlight was pouring through the curtains, Remus could tell through his closed eyes. He moved his head and it collided with something soft and frizzy. His breath became too hot and he opened his eyes, wondering what was making his slumber more uncomfortable.

Hermione's hair.

He smiled to himself remembering. They had fallen asleep on the coach again last night, something they did almost every night, with everybody gone. They'd been talking again, about what though, he couldn't remember. They did this the previous night, too.

He glanced over at the tree that they had decorated. The house elves had obviously done some of it of course, but Hermione had hung up some of her own. There were little snowballs that she had bewitched to keep from melting and a star on top made of Gubraithian fire. He couldn't believe the amazing spell work she had done. She rivaled Lily, and that was saying something.

He glanced at the clock. Holy shit, he thought, it's ten. He never slept that late. He supposed it was because of how late they had been up, but ten? On Christmas?

Love made no sense.

"Mione," he muttered, gently shaking her. She groaned and turned her head to face him. "Morning Sleepy."

She smiled, still not opening her eyes. "Morning."

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Remus."

"You wanna get up?"

"Do we have to?"

"Well, it's ten so it might be a good idea."

She opened her eyes. "It's ten?"

"Yeah."

"Wow," she said sitting up and blinking in the bright light.

He sat up and twisted his fingers into the hair he loved to play with so much. She laughed and turned around to kiss him. "I love you," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you too," she murmured on his neck. "You want to open the presents?"

"Why not?" he said and they sat down in front of the tree.

"Here," she said, handing him a present wrapped in red. He unwrapped it to find a book.

"Hmmm, I'm so surprised?" he offered.

Hermione laughed. "It's not a spell book or anything."

Remus looked at the spine. Many Phases was written across it in gold lettering. "What's it about?" he asked.

"It's a book of Moon Mythology," she said. "It's a bunch of stories from all over the world about the moon."

Remus flipped through the pages. Detailed pictures of the faces of the moon and gods and goddesses accompanied the stories. On particular woman looked remarkably like Hermione, riding in a chariot made of the crescent moon pulled by silvery horses. He looked up to Hermione, a smile to match her own on his face.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Like it? I love it,' he said. She smiled brighter. "Now it's your turn," he said, handing her his present. She took it and unwrapped it. His present of a photo album fell into her lap. She opened the cover to a picture of all of them, James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and the two of them in the Gryffindor common room.

"Wow," she said, turning the pages and looking at each picture. He could see the excitement in her eyes growing with each picture. She looked up. "This is incredible."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's awesome."

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her. She leaned her head to his, still holding the album in her hand. She was warm and soft in his arms and he loved it.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"If that stupid idea of Lily's is actually true, will-"

"No I won't," she said without letting him finish.

He laughed. "How do you know I wasn't going to say will you stay?"

"Lucky guess?"

He laughed. "Just checking."

"Remus, the only way that I could even consider it is if Dumbledore made me. In that case, I wouldn't really have a say. I would already be there."

"Plus Dumbledore would have his reasons."

"Of course," she said. She settled herself more comfortably against his chest. "Would it kill you if I went back?"

"Yep,' he said, hoping she wasn't going onto the topic.

"It couldn't, because you're there."

"Well you being here has changed time you know."

"I don't think that much."

"Well, it would mean twenty dark and difficult years for me."

"If I had to go back…never mind."

"No, what were you going to say?"

"If I had to go back would you wait?" He saw her bite he lip.

"Of course I would. I would wait forever."

"Promise?"

"Why are you making me?"

"In case Lily goes to Dumbledore."

"I swear. But Lily better not go to Dumbledore."

"I won't let her."

"Good."

"If she does though you'll still be my Remus?"

"If you're still my Hermione."

"Always."

Remus's POV (Later that night)

"I'll be down soon okay?"

"Just be careful."

"I will be, you need to go." Hermione kissed him goodnight and he ran through the portrait hole. He did have the potion but that didn't mean he wanted to transform in the halls.

"Where are you going young Lupin?" said a portrait. He didn't answer. "Excuse me, I appreciate being answered."

"I'm going out," he said.

"There was a time when I was properly answered, you know. A queen is always answered even if they are called the Great Whore."

Remus froze and turned around. The portrait speaking to him was of a pale dark haired woman dressed in medieval clothing.

"Only wizards respected me," she went on. "If that idiot of a king hadn't killed me, I would have been treated like royalty everywhere."

"Why?" he said, praying that he wasn't talking to who he thought he was.

"Powers such as I had, powers to shift through time, would make me powerful. Of course I couldn't use them so I couldn't save my life. Let's hope that that friend of your fairs better."

"What?"

"That girl you're with all the time, the new one. I hope she finds her powers before she gets into trouble."

"Are you saying that," he swallowed. "Hermione is the Time Enchantress?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Of course, I can't tell her, it's forbidden, but, my God, it is so painfully obvious."

"No," he said. "She can't be."

"Yes she can, and you better get out there. The moon awaits you."

Remus ran outside, trying desperately to forget what he just heard.

Hermione's POV

She ran down the passage just as Remus had done before. Her footsteps echoed all over the walls. Praying desperately no one would hear them she increased her speed. Realizing how much louder that made it, she bent down an all fours and transformed into Shadowfang.

As a wolf she made barely any noise on the stone walls and she smiled to herself. She just wanted to get down there without anyone to stop her.

At the oak front doors she turned back into herself to open them. The snow outside was silver and it glittered, reflecting the moonlight. Crouching down, she transformed again and ran through the snow to the Womping Willow. There was ice all over the violent tree's limbs and several braches were frozen in place.

She slid down the stone slide and ran to the Shrieking Shack. She could hear the moans that only meant Remus was transforming. She ran faster until she reached the trapdoor which she burst open to find a gasping and coughing Remus, halfway through the transformation.

"Hermione-" he choked but she laid a finger to his lips.

"Sh," she said. "Don't speak." She said there and waited for it to end. The moans of Remus became the whines of Moony before long and the two wolves were facing each other.

"You okay?" she asked, a little shaken. It had been years since she'd seen it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, still breathing heavily. There was an odd look in his eyes, not one that came from the transformation either. Something strange and terrible was making him look like that. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"How about the forest?" she said, trying not to draw attention to whatever it was he knew.

"Sounds good." The pair of them ran back out the passage and into the forest.

The night was beautiful. The air was clear and the stars bright as Remus showed Hermione the forest. She had seen it of course, but the way he showed it to her now made it seem all the more mysterious.

Later they were curled next to each other in the deepest part of the forest where there was no snow on the ground. Hermione laid her head on her paws and Remus's was on top of her own.

"It's beautiful," she said, looking up at the sky.

"Yeah," he said. "But not as much as you."

"You flatter me too much, you know that?" she said smiling at him. She could see him smile too.

"Of course, but you deserve it."

"I love you, you know that?"

"Every minute of everyday. As long as you know I love you."

"I know it," she said.

"That's good enough for me."

"Me too. Look!" A couple of shooting stars streaked past, lighting up the sky with brilliant colors.

"Wow," he said, looking up with her. They watched the show, laughing and pointing out the brightest ones to each other. Hermione couldn't remember being this happy, even with Harry and Ron.

They laid back down when the stars stopped shooting and listened again to the forest occasionally talking but mostly just laying there.

"Hermione?" said Remus.

"Yeah?" she said, looking at his gorgeous eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

Hermione inhaled sharply. Remus was watching her. She nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Yes."

"You will?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe it.

"I will."

Remus's POV

He knew he should have told her, but he wouldn't let her go, he couldn't. Despite everything she said, he would die without her. He didn't know how he had gotten along before but he knew he couldn't without her now.

He should tell her though, what the portrait said, she would want to know.

But you wanted to know about Harry, said the voice in his brain. She never told you about him.

I didn't think about it, he argued back.

And she won't think about this, she believes that it's just a story.

I don't really know that.

Don't tell her, if she's supposed to know, she'll find out on her own.

How could she? This is a great power, she should know about it. How many people can travel through time at will?

Obviously only Hermione.

He shoved the voice out of his brain. It rarely ever appeared know, its reappearance worried him. Something must be wrong.

There was only one thing to do.

With a grim expression he headed towards Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore's POV

He heard the staircase move and guessed it was student. Most teachers had nothing to tell him during the holidays. There was probably a fight in the great hall and Minerva had sent them upstairs.

The student knocked and he said "Come it." Much to his surprise the student was Remus Lupin. "Ah, Remus what can I do for you?"

The look in the werewolf's eye told him that a teacher hadn't sent him there but he still didn't want to be. Remus bit his lip before talking and very fast. "Umm, you see sir, I know about two months ago you told Hermione she couldn't go back-"

"And I'm sorry to say that is still the case. There is no way."

"Sir, I think I've found a way."

"Time Turners cannot go that far forward."

"No, it's the Time Enchantress."

"Remus, there is no proof of it-"

"There's a portrait in the corridor."

He leaned forward. Portraits always brought news. "Yes, go on."

"There a portrait that told me, that Hermione is the Time Enchantress."

"Which portrait?"

"It's of a lady with dark hair, dressed like a queen."

"Anne Boleyn. The last reported," he said to himself. Remus looked at him curiously. "Of course she would know."

"Sir?"

Dumbledore shook himself out of his reverie. "You've certainly given me much to think about Remus. You may go. I'll interrogate Mistress Boleyn myself and if what you say is true I'll find a way to send Hermione back."

Remus nodded and headed back to the door. His hand on the knob, he turned. "And, um sir?"

"Yes?"

"If-when you go to Hermione, could you please not tell her that I told you?"

"My sources shall not be named."

He watched Remus go, feeling the boy's self loathing emanating from him, a mixture of regret and betrayal, mixed in with the ever painful "right thing to do".

Remus's POV

He walked down the corridor back to the Gryffindor common room feeling low, lower than he thought it was possible to feel. He didn't like what he had done, he knew that if Hermione ever found out who had told Dumbledore she'd be furious and heartbroken. Those being the two feelings he felt now, he didn't want to inflict that on her. But he knew that if it had been the other way around, him in the future with time traveling powers, he'd want someone who knew to tell him. Despite what Hermione said, he knew that there was a part of her that wanted to go back.

"Hello Lupin," said a portrait and he froze. It was the witch that had told him about Hermione.

"You," he said angrily. If she hadn't told him-

"Do you know how many times I've heard somebody say that?" she said casually. "Points to you for meaning it, instead of some truth less story."

"Why did you tell me?" he asked, not really caring for her excuse.

"About Hermione? Because she needs to know."

"No she doesn't," he yelled at her, arguing against what he had just done. "If you hadn't told, everything would have been fine."

"You went to the headmaster, didn't you?"

"Yes!"

"Thought so."

"Was that your plan?" he demanded furiously.

"Yes. Don't you think she'd want to know."

She had left him no argument. Enraged, he continued to the common room. He heard her yell after him "You'll see her again. No matter what happens."

He knew that, but would he still be deserving of her when that time came?

Hermione's POV

Remus had left about fifteen minutes ago for something he hadn't told her about. She wasn't going to ask questions, he did this often, but the look on his face matched the one he'd had on Christmas. He knew something and wasn't telling.

Sighing she went back to her memory of Christmas. That-that beautiful night. Not the sky or snow, but what had happened. He had caught her completely by surprise, but she would have said yes even if she had expected it.

She was distracted as the portrait hole opened and in walked in Remus. "Hey," he said, sitting down by her. She noticed that there was a nervous look in his eyes, as though scared. She overlooked this.

"Hey," she said. "Where'd you go?"

"Dumbledore". He-he wanted to see me."

"Oh," she said pretending that he had convinced her, while waiting for a better time.

"Yeah, he wanted to be sure that the full moon went okay."

"What did you tell him?"

"The truth, I just left you out of it."

Hermione laughed and leaned against him. She felt his hand creep to her shoulder. "So," she said preparing herself. "What were you really doing?"

"What?" he said in an innocent tone that didn't fool her.

"You didn't really go to Dumbledore, that much is painfully obvious. What were you doing?"

"I-" but at that exact moment the portrait hole opened again. Hermione turned her head, wondering who on earth it could be as every other Gryffindor was gone, and saw Dumbledore. He looked grave

"Hello Professor," she said no idea why he was there.

"Good afternoon Hermione, Remus," he said nodding to them in turn. "Hermione I was wondering if I could have a word?"

"Of course," she said, with no clue as to what he wanted.

"Privately," he added. "Not that either of us don't trust Remus but-"

Remus nodded and went up the boys staircase. Hermione watched him before turning back to Dumbledore.

"Hermione, something has recently been brought to my attention, and I can ignore it no longer."

Hermione nodded to show that she was listening.

"Nearly two months ago I informed you that there was no way to send you back to your own time. That you would live here."

She nodded again.

"That may not be the case any more."

Remus's POV

James would have waited patiently, occasionally checking his watch, Sirius would storm about, yelling at the top of his lungs, and Peter would either had a mental breakdown or just sit in the corner chewing his fingernails.

Remus paced.

He knew it was only a matter of time before Hermione became too distressed by what Dumbledore was telling her and ran. She might come up here and cry in his arms, she might go outside, or run to her favorite Room of Requirement. Whatever the case he was keeping an eye on the Marauders map.

He was still battling with himself over what he had done. He had betrayed Hermione. She might even think that he had done it to get rid of her. He had been so thoughtless, so rash. He had meant to do something right, but he had just screwed up their lives even more.

He glanced back at the map. It had happened, Hermione was running outside. He grabbed the map and flew down the stairs. Dumbledore was still there. He looked startled at how fast Remus was running. "I didn't tell her you told me," he called after him. Remus just half nodded in response.

He had been so stupid to do it, he thought as he ran. He should have just forgotten about it.

Out on the grounds, there was no sign of Hermione, but he knew where she must be. He ran some more through the snow, towards the frozen lake. There was a tree there that Hermione like to sit under.

As he came closer to the frost covered tree her heard sobbing and knew that she was there. He came around and saw Hermione's small form against the tree, shaking as the sobs racked her body. He wanted to cry himself at the sight of her and the knowledge that he had done this, but couldn't. He had to be there for her.

He sat down next to her in the snow and wrapped his arms around her. She made no notice of him except to lean against him to cry. She said nothing just cried, her teardrops turning into snow as they fell. He just held her and occasionally stroked her hair, trying to calm her.

After what seemed like forever she lifted her head and said "He told me-me that I was the Time Enchantress." Remus said nothing. In the state she was in she wouldn't notice his un-surprise. "He said I had to go back. I have the power, so I have to go back."

She sobbed hard and Remus wrapped his arms more protectively around her. Every word seemed to cost her energy. He felt so evil for doing this, it was completely his fault.

"He said I have one week," she said, trying to regain control of her voice. "One week to say goodbye to you and the others. Then I have to go back…forever.

"I can't go back," she sobbed. "I promised I wouldn't. I can't. I have to stay, I need to stay. I'll die to know I'm leaving all of you. Especially you."

"Hermione,' he said gently, un-able to contain it any longer. "It's my fault."

She looked up at him.

"I found out and told Dumbledore."

He felt her tense in his arms.

"I was worried. I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Why?"

"Did he tell you about the picture?" She nodded. "She told me and I didn't know what to do. I felt like someone needed to know but I didn't want to tell. So, I made the biggest mistake of my life."

Neither of them said anything. Remus was under the impression that she was still processing the information. She still shuddered every few minutes and whimpered into his chest. He just held her, wanting to soak up her pain into himself, wishing with every fiber of his being that he hadn't gone to Dumbledore.

"Remus," she whispered, after several minutes of this, looking up at him through her tear glazed eyes.

"Yes," Hermione?" he said, preparing himself for accusations.

"I still love you," she said. "But it's funny, anyone else wouldn't. And I don't feel like I should, but I still do. It's funny."

She was thinking out loud, Remus thought with a breath of relief. He'd done this before, act like he was drunk and just talk about anything that entered his head. He got the impression that she hadn't done it very much.

"Anyone else but me would hate you," she continued, sounding like Sirius after he had tricked Madam Rosmerta into letting him have firewhiskey. "Anyone would hate you, for tearing them away from you but, I don't. I'm mad but I still love you. You're still my Remus."

"I love you too Hermione," he said, brushing his hand through her hair. "I'd love you even if you did hate me."

"I can't hate you," she said slurred. "I would die to hate you."

"I don't want you to hate me, because I can't live without you."

"You have to though." Remus froze. "You have to live without me, for twenty years, twenty painful years. You'll be without me."

Remus tensed. He didn't want to think about the damage to himself, his only concern was for her. He didn't want to hurt her anymore with himself.

"I won't have to face any time, but you will. You'll be forced to watch it, eternally waiting for me. But before this you'll have to see me and Harry and Ron do everything, more than a bunch of seventeen-year olds should have to. And me and Harry-"

"I won't care because you won't be Shadowfang yet. I'll wait for you to come here and come back and then you'll be mine," he said, trying to comfort her. He wanted to protect himself from the facts about the future he couldn't know.

"You'll wait?"

"For an eternity."

"I can't expect that from you."

"Well you will."

"If you were ever to change your mind-"

"Which I wouldn't-"

"If you did, I would forgive you."

"But I won't."

"Oh, Remus,' she said. "No one has ever done this."

"No one did what you did for me before you. If anyone has a debt to pay it's me." They sat in silence for a few minutes before Remus said anything. "You know, we should get back up to the castle. Unless you want a cold when you get back-"

"Alright I get the message," she said standing back up and brushing off her snow covered robes. Remus followed suit. There was snow in Hermione's hair and eyelashes and tears still shone on her face. He moved his hand forward and brushed them off for her. The salt in her tear clung to his hand before he moved his head forward and kissed her. She gripped his arms tightly as if she never wanted it to end, which he bet she didn't.

He held her in his arms all the way back to the tower. He knew that he had one week to have Hermione to himself, one week to etch her into his memory forever. One week to remember everything about her and have it detailed to the deepest degree, with no need of refreshing for another twenty years. He knew all that, but right now he was going to count the time he had, not the time that he didn't.

Back in the common room Hermione resumed their kissing, but there was something different about what she had done before. He allowed himself to be taken away by her, wanting her to be happy. He paused when she moved his hand to her chest. She merely looked back at him through those eyes and kissed him again.

He felt a cool breeze and realized that she had lifted his shirt up and was attempting to pull it up over his head. His being almost a foot taller was impairing her so he paused momentarily to assist her and to ask "You sure?"

"It befits Mrs. Lupin," she replied and he grinned at her. "I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"I love you too," he said, pulling her shirt over her own head. And wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her.

Remus's only thought besides Hermione and everything she was, was how thankful he was that there was no one else in Gryffindor tower.

I'm in the back seat of my car

Staring out the window

The sun is shining

But not on me

Because I don't have you

I want to stop driving

But I need to get through

After I can come back to you

Come back to only you

Coming back to stay - from Sunshower

Does the extra long chapter make up for the delay? Forget it, don't answer that. So, so many of you guessed it and I can only congratulate you all. Whether you said it in your reviews, I think pretty much everyone got it. If you didn't it's fine, you know now.

Replies:

Genevieve: That's exactly why I put her as a wolf. Originally it was a silver fox but I had a rare stroke of genius.

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BlackPaintedWhite: Did you see my note at the top? Thanks for reminding me. I will not ask how you find mustard and chocolate chips together something you want to eat, but my comfort is you wouldn't be able to eat me as you would most likely choke on my hair.

Black-rose23: I personally thought that it was obvious but I'm the author, of course I think that.

Moony's-Mate: Doesn't it? I was so exited when I got the idea.

Me: Technically by all writing rules it was correct (I'm a grammar freak!), but I know nobody on this site follows those. It was Remus telling Hermione. I should had thought about that.

StarRegina: Yep you are. CALL ME!

Mitsuki Ashya: Yep, exactly right. It's basically Dumbledore's theory except no other dimension. She lost control of her undiscovered powers.

Allisarte: I can't tell you any of that except half the things you listed are going to happen 'cept I change them.

HurlyBurly: The name "Shadowfang" came from a pure mistake I made when reading "Lord of the Rings". Then I decided on a wolf as he animagus and that's what came to my head.

harryandhermy: I totally second your opinion.

Now, a few things happen in the next chapter.

-The week finishes

-Hermione goes back

The ending is a surprise! All I can say is that there will be only two chapters! Only two! Then I will work on Harry Potter and the Secret of Godric's Hollow, my other fic that needs to be finished by July. If you have read it and want me to abandon it and go right to the sequel TELL ME! I need to know.

Love to all of you! Your reviews are the joy of my life (shows you how pathetic my life is)!

Review!

Gwen worshipper

P.S. But reviews would be everything if you are sexually harrassed and bullied and forced to sing baritone when you are so obviously a bass.