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Chapter 8

Breathe no More

You can try to resist

Try to hide from my kiss

But you know, but you know that you

Can't fight the moonlight

Deep in the dark

You'll surrender your heart

But you know, but you know that you

Can't fight the moonlight, no

You can't fight it

It's gonna get to your heart- Leann Rimes

Four days left

Hermione's POV

Lily and the others were due to be back in any minute. She didn't know what to tell them, no, that wasn't true. She knew what to tell them just not how to say it. There were so many ways and she couldn't decide on how to break to news to them.

On top of that there was the news of their engagement. That would be the easy part, compared to the other news.

She had only decided on one thing. She wouldn't say that Remus had been the one to tell Dumbledore. She would say the portrait had told Dumbledore and Remus had had no part in it.

She didn't know what to make of his actions. She realized that had she been in his place, she probably would have done the same. She knew he had done it for her, but there was still a huge empty space inside, where a true explanation was supposed to reside.

The portrait hole opened and in came, all snowy and red faced, Lily, James, Sirius, and Peter. Hermione smiled. It had only been two weeks, but it had felt like so much more, with everything that had happened.

"Hermione,' said Lily, rushing over to her and giving her a cold, wet hug.

"Hey Lil," she said smiling back at her. Lily's bright greens eyes were alive with excitement. "Hey guys."

"Hello Mione," said Sirius in a falsely cheering voice. He seemed to be struggling with his boot. "Had a good holiday?"

"Been up and down,' she said truthfully.

"Oh please," Lily said. "You and Remus had the tower to yourselves, how could it have been bad?"

"You're forgetting the grounds," said Remus behind them.

"Hey mate," said James. "Was your break as bad as Lily seems to think?"

"No, but it definetly had its cons."

"What happened?"

"Later," said Remus casually. Hermione was grateful at how easily he brushed the topic away. "How were you four?"

"Fine,' said James. "Lily spent all the time at my house, so-"

"You would too if you knew Petunia,' said Lily crossly.

"I agree with her there James," said Hermione.

"Did I say that it was a bad thing?" he asked indignantly. "Well she was over the whole time. It's not much to talk about; we didn't really do anything but talk."

"That's what we did," said Hermione, blushing. They'd done more than talk the previous night. Much more.

"Yeah sure,' said Lily sarcastically. "Tell us what you did."

"I know you did something other than talk," said Sirius. "Christmas eve was a full moon. You couldn't have just talked."

"That's true, we didn't," said Hermione with a glance at Remus who was smiling as well.

"Oh, spit it out Mione," said Sirius.

"Hermione, if you don't, I'll go to Dumbledore and tell him about the Time Enchantress and then you'll be sorry," said Lily, shaking a finger at her. Hermione felt her face drop.

Remus saw this and said "You're a little late there Lily, so let's just drop it." He pulled Hermione to the couch and whispered "She didn't mean that."

Hermione felt very shaken, almost scared to tell them what had happened What if they thought that it was a joke? Or if they were scared of her? She had the power to alter their lives completely, hell, she thought. If I were them, I'd be scared.

"Hermione Granger, tell us right now," whined Lily.

That would be a good place to start, Hermione thought. "Well it's not Hermione Granger anymore."

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked James.

"Okay, not yet, but soon it will be Hermione Lupin," said Hermione casually. She felt Remus smile behind her.

"Wow,' said Lily. "That's so-"

"Expected,' coughed Sirius.

"Shut up," said Lily, whacking him. "That's awesome you two."

Hermione found herself smiling, recovering from the shock of Lily's previous comment.

"Do you two have a date?" Sirius asked.

"No, but that would lead into the not so good part of the story."

"What do you mean?" asked Lily. "You're engaged, what could be wrong."

"No that's not it, just something else, something that isn't very good," said Hermione. How could she say this?

"Okay, neither of you are making any sense," said James. "So, let's go unpack our stuff, give you two a few minutes to get your story strait, and then you can tell us, okay?"

"Fine,' said Hermione. This talk that they hadn't even started was already weighing down on her mind. The others walked up to the dormitories and Remus put his arm around her.

"Do you want me to tell them?" he asked. She felt her tears begin to emerge again. Not wanting to betray them, she merely nodded into his shoulder. "Hey," he said looking at her tears concernedly. "It's okay."

"No it's not," she said. "I don't want to do this. I want to stay and never think about this again. But that's not going to happen and that means nothing is okay."

Remus held her tighter and she cried into his shoulder. "Hermione, you heard me, I'll wait for you, I won't give up and I won't forget anything. I love you too much. And in twenty years, provided everything is okay, I still want to marry you."

"It's not that, just everything felt right two days ago, and now it's all wrong."

"Hermione, we'll all be there, none of us would have forgotten you." Hermione looked at him. That was what was so wrong. Only Remus was still there. Lily, James, and Sirius were dead, and Peter was a traitor.

"Hermione?"

"What?"

"We're not all there, are we?" he said. He looked scared.

"No, not all of you. You are, but I can't tell you anything else," she said. "That's why I don't want to go back. When I go back it won't be all of us."

"Hermione, we can change it," he said.

She shook her head. "Everything that happens is too important and the good things wouldn't happen without the bad things to tie them together."

Remus was obviously struggling to cope with the new information. "You promise that I'm still there?"

"Yes."

"I couldn't bear to know that I had promised to be there and then I wasn't. It would kill me."

"You're there. But I can't tell you who isn't."

Remus inhaled sharply. She could almost here his thoughts asking who wasn't going to be there, knew she had only made it harder for him.

"Is this a bad time?" asked Lily's voice from the girl's staircase.

"No," said Remus, trying to regain his self composure, and turning around.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Lily asked. She looked scared.

"What?"

"Something's not right with you; I could tell the minute I came in here. You're different."

Hermione looked down and then back to Lily. It's all because of the thing you brought up, she wanted to say, but knew she couldn't. Lily had only been trying to help.

"It's whatever's wrong, the thing that isn't good," said Lily.

A burst of anger shot through Hermione. Lily didn't know how right she was, it was all Lily's fault that this was happening. If Lily hadn't brought up the Time Enchantress, the stupid Time Enchantress, none of them would be in this predicament. She wouldn't be feeling this angry, Remus wouldn't have to know they would die, and everything would be just the way it had been.

Hermione mastered her anger. She couldn't freak out. She needed to be strong now. What she had just told Remus had hurt his strength, so he couldn't be strong enough for broth of them. She had to.

She heard the thunderous unmistakable footsteps of three boys intent on hearing something on a floor below them. She sat back down on the couch as they ran down and sat opposite her. "So,' said Sirius. "What is this horrible news we're all just dying to hear."

Hermione leaned forward. She wanted to do it. Lily sat herself in between James and Peter and looked at her intently. She took a deep breath and said "I'm going to be leaving in a few days." The words made her drop her head down so she couldn't look at any of them. It was easier to tell the story to the floor.

"What do you mean?" said Lily in a scared voice.

"I mean in six days I'm going to be going away."

"Where are you going? For how long?"

"I'll be gone for twenty years," she said, not even talking to the floor, more to her shoes.

"No," said Lily's voice.

Hermione looked up. Lily's eyes had clouded over with tears and the sight made her eyes copy. Unable to talk, she nodded. A single tear fell to the carpet.

"No," Lily repeated and she fell to the floor, her arm on Hermione's shoulder. "Tell me that that isn't true."

Hermione found she couldn't talk. It wasn't her tears anymore, she just couldn't do it. Unable to do anything else, she nodded.

"How? I thought Dumbledore said that it was impossible."

Hermione wasn't sure how to tell them. It's your fault, didn't seem quite right and neither did Well, I happen to be one of the most powerful beings on earth, but somewhere she had to say it.

"That's what Remus meant wasn't it?" asked lily. Hermione looked back up at her. "When he said 'You're a little late there'. He meant Dumbledore already knew about it and that's why you're going back."

"Yes."

"Who is it?"

Hermione paused. Out of the whole conversation, this was the hardest part.

"Hermione, who is it?"

Hermione took a breath and then said the single word that could destroy her.

"Me."

Remus's POV

They had finally gone to bed. Hermione and Lily had sobbed, James, Sirius, and peter had assured them how horrible this was. The sound of the girls sobbing still rang in his ears. He didn't think Hermione would have been able to cry any more, but somehow she had. Remus just sat on the couch for most of it. He knew he should have been more involved in the tear-strewn conversation but what Hermione had told him had thrown him off.

He had counted on through the twenty years that his life would be Hermione-less his friends, his forever loyal and faithful friends would be there to help him sit it out but no longer. Some of them would be gone, hell, they could all be gone.

He knew she hadn't meant to tell him. The look in her eyes when she asked told him so, but it also told him it was true.

The thought of knowing they were going to leave made him want to beg Dumbledore to let Hermione stay. Them all being gone would be a toll just as much as Hermione leaving.

He rolled over on his side and the sight he received told him that he was not alone in still being awake. James's eyes were wide open and he offered Remus a sad smile when he saw him. Something told him by the lack of deep snoring that Sirius was awake but Peter's ragged breathing could be heard throughout the room.

Unable to take lying down anymore, Remus sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. Through the curtains he faced the almost quarter moon, aware that James was watching him.

He exhaled sharply and as he did so, the tears he had hidden from even himself made their appearance in his eyes. He tried to wipe them but his eyes had become rivers. Each tear was replaced by another when he tried to wipe it away. He gave up his struggle with his eyes and let himself cry, cry for his loss, for what he had done, and for what was to come.

A sound of pajamas sliding on a mattress later and James was sitting on the edge of his bed, a friendly hand on his shoulder. Remus didn't respond but he was grateful. James was engaged too, he must have an idea of how he felt.

Though, in truth no one did. The only one who might was Hermione. No one besides to two of them knew that he was the one who had told Dumbledore so the others couldn't even imagine the guilt he felt, even though that was nothing compared to what he would feel when she left.

"Hey," said James. "It's okay, you still have a few days. It won't be a total loss."

"No, you don't know. You can't know."

"I know, I have no idea of how it must be for you. But I know it will be fine in the end."

"Only she can know that and how much of this will make sense?"

"You'll be fine Moony. Hey, you know that we'll always be there for you. We'll always be here to help."

Remus pushed his thoughts of I don't know that, to the back of his mind, a place stuffed to the max. He didn't want to give anything away like Hermione had.

"I know, it's just too much to take in three days."

"Three days ago?"

"Yeah. Dumbledore asked to talk to her and the next thing I know she's crying on the frozen grounds. It took a while to get the story out. But it was pretty easy once she got started." Remus stared out the window. "It's going to kill me James."

"No it won't, you're still there aren't you?" James joked. Normally Remus would have found amusement. This time he just felt hollow. He stood up and walked to the window.

"It just feels like too much. Three days ago everything was perfect but now it's all fallen apart. And what if in twenty years I've changed? What if Hermione thinks it's too much change? Even she can't know that. In a few years I have to think of her as my student! As if it wasn't weird enough."

"Remus, we all know that it'll be weird. Hell, she's going to be best friends with my son who isn't even alive yet." Remus's shoulders sagged at the mention of Harry, the person who could easily destroy his life. James saw this and lamented. "Sorry but it'll be strange for all of us. I bet none of us ever thought this would happen. And as for you changing, sure she can't know it but hey. Maybe she won't care. Who knows? Nobody in this case."

Three days left

Hermione's POV

Hermione rose early the next morning. For no apparent reason she got dressed without waking Lily or anyone else. She brushed her hair, pulled it back and ran to the common room.

The room was still chilly, not just because of the extinguished fire but because of the conversation that had taken place there the previous night. She could feel the sorrow that had been shed and the smell of tears stung the air.

She sat down at one of the tables as though waiting for something but merely stared at the clock or out the window.

Thoughts ran like a river through her head, a mixed together and no way to tear the individuals apart. Thoughts of her past mixed with the present flashed over her eyes; the devil's snare, seeing the basilisk, freeing Sirius, Ron and Harry fighting, the Department of mysteries, the first time Harry kissed her, the first time Remus kissed her, Christmas in the forest, and Dumbledore telling her that she was the Time Enchantress. She noted how different the kisses were.

All these memories were connected to each other and to her current pain. If she had know about this "power" she could have stopped Sirius from dying or just coming back. Then she would never have fallen in love with Remus and she wouldn't be feeling so horrible.

That thought only worsened her mood. How could she wish to have never come? She'd still be Harry's girlfriend and Remus would just be Professor Lupin. She never had the kind of happiness with Harry that she had with Remus. He was her life, she wanted get married, have children, grow old with Remus. Not Harry.

"Hermione?"

She whipped around. Remus was standing at the foot of the boy's staircase, a sleepy, sad look spread across his face. She returned it. "Morning."

"What are you doing up this early?" he asked coming to sit beside her.

"I dunno, I just couldn't sleep anymore," she replied

"Me either."
"You look tired."

"I stayed up late and talked to James. I think I sensed you down here but I wasn't sure."

"I just woke up and decided to come down. I was just thinking."

"That's all I did last night. Occasionally out loud but."

Hermione laughed, but it was a hollow sort of laugh. This small talk wasn't right or normal. She wanted it to end.

"Hermione, I just wanted to say, again, I'm sorry for what I did. Telling Dumbledore, I mean."

She smiled sadly and leaned against him. "Forget about it," she said, trying to sound as if it had never really bothered her. "I probably would have done the same."

"I know, I just felt horrible about it afterwards. I mean, you had just gotten used to the idea that you couldn't go back. You were all set to stay here for the rest of your life and I just destroyed that."

"Hey, life isn't easy. That's a lesson I learned long before I came here, before I even knew I was a witch. It just was a little easier to comprehend once I knew that."

Remus's POV (Dinner)

Despite the fact that chicken-pot pie was his favorite, dinner was still not as fun as it normally was. All the students who had come back the previous day were all chatting happily, saying how they didn't want classes to start back up the next morning. Remus didn't know his opinion on that matter. Towards the end of the holiday's he always felt an eagerness to get back in the classroom, but that meant that there were only five days left, only five left of his Hermione.

He was trying his best to stay cheerful but he guessed they could all tell he was faking. They all felt miserable. Remus, Lily, and Hermione were all thinking about the few days left; Sirius, James, and Peter shared the view of others: They didn't want to holidays to be over so soon. They apparently had planned several pranks and didn't have any time now to carry them through..

Every now and then he would glance up at Dumbledore. The old headmaster was almost always in conversation with McGonagall, however he seemed to be watching Remus more than usual. His blue eyes flicked and met with Remus's often, more often than was usual.

He wondered what Dumbledore thought about what had happened. He obviously knew of Remus's self-loathing and Hermione's sorrow; he had been so understanding of the matter. The two hadn't spoken since the day Hermione found out, but Remus wasn't sure they needed to. If they needed any information, Dumbledore would tell them.

Concentrating on he headmaster, he thought about the future Dumbledore. Hermione obviously knew him; she spoke about the headmaster so casually, Remus wondered if he was still the same man, but it wasn't even that. What was it in Hermione's future that made it so she knew him so well? Hermione had never struck him as a person in trouble. But maybe it wasn't the same kind of trouble. Maybe it had something to do with the "adventures" she had mentioned. She may not be a prankster, but maybe she and Harry and Ron had adventures besides the kinds the marauders at school. Outside of Hogwarts, maybe they got into trouble.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what those. If Hermione had meddled with dark magic, he didn't want to know. The only thing he still wanted to know about the future now was that Hermione would be there, and he would when she came back. As long as he knew that, he could get through twenty years.

When he thought about it, it wasn't even twenty years until he saw Hermione. She had told him he was her defense against the dark arts teacher in her third year. It was more like sixteen years. It would just be twenty years until she recognized him, until she knew about them and what had happened in 1977.

And even though he was only seventeen, even though he was newly engaged, and even though he had Hermione, Remus Lupin suddenly felt very old and very young at the same time.

Hermione's POV (that night in bed)

"So, how do you feel?"

Hermione didn't need to ask what Lily was talking about. They hadn't talked about her going back all day. Lily was bound to want to talk about it. "Nervous," she offered.

"I'd be too," said Lily, propping her head up on her elbow to look at Hermione better. "Bloody Hell, I'd be on the verge of a nervous collapse."

"You could say that I'm pretty close to that now," said Hermione, looking out the window. "It was just so un-expected."

"So did you cry?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, if I had just gotten engaged and then the next day was informed that I had to leave and go back to my own time, I think I'd be pretty hacked off."

"Basically that's what happened. After Dumbledore told me, I ran outside and Remus followed. I told him what happened."

"That did he say?"

"Not really anything. He mostly listened."

"I'd imagine. So, do have any idea how Dumbledore found out?"

Knowing full well Lily would find out someday, Hermione said "No clue."

"Oh well, you know Dumbledore. He's probably got his sources."

"Well he's the most brilliant wizard in the world, he could easily find something like this out."

"So do you know how it works?"

"What works?"

"Your…powers?"

"Sort of. You have to say 'tempus' and then the date you want to go to but I don't know what will happen."

"Another Latin spell I guess. Does it scare you?"

"Knowing I have the power to change the world? Being able to fix things? Not knowing if something will go wrong when I change it? No, I'm perfectly fine."

Lily laughed. "I'd be freaked out too."

"And then there's the thought that I've already changed too much."

"What do you mean?"

"What it my being here changed something, something important?"

"We'll all forgive you Hermione."

"I know, but I just can't help but think, if I get back and something has been changed, it's my fault."

"Don't worry. Oh damn!"

"What?"

"It's ten o'clock! We gotta get to bed! Classes start up tomorrow!"

Hermione couldn't fall asleep. She hadn't really been able to sleep for the past few nights. It was almost as if it used her energy instead of regenerating it. Besides, her thoughts would have kept her up even if she wasn't least bit awake.

Two days left

Remus's POV (the next day at break)

He wasn't sure where Hermione was. The crowd was pouring from the doors and the fog was too thick to really see anything.

"Hey Moony," said James beside him.

"Hey," he said, still scanning the crowd for Hermione.

"What are you looking for?"

"Hermione," he said simply.

"She got pulled out of Arithmancy by Dumbledore," said Lily. "He said he wanted to talk to her."

Without another word, Remus set off to the headmaster's office, wondering what Hermione was doing now.

Hermione's POV (Dumbledore's Office)

She wasn't sure what Dumbledore wanted her for. She guessed it had to do with her getting back. He would want to know.

Whatever he wanted, Hermione was still sitting in his office waiting for him to talk. He was watching her from across the table. She tapped her foot lightly and he cleared his throat.

"Hermione, I wanted to discuss your return to your time," he said, rather awkwardly. Hermione guessed it was an awkward thing to say.

"This is my suggestion. You tell Remus and the others that you are going to leave on Sunday morning. When they fall asleep on Saturday you leave then. I think that that will be easier for the six of you, emotionally."

As cruel as Hermione would have normally found it, she had to agree. She didn't want a big scene.

"That is merely my suggestion to you. You are perfectly capable of coming up with your own way to leave. I thought that way would be best because if you said you were leaving early Sunday morning, they could simply think that they had missed you."

"I think your way is best sir," she said quietly. He nodded to her.

"If that's what you think. You may go back to your classes and have a good week."

"Yes sir,' she said standing up to leave.

"And Hermione."

"Yes,' she said turning around.

"Congratulations on your engagement."

"How did-?"

"The headmaster has his sources. I suggest you go,' he said with a smile.

Hermione barely had time to wonder how Dumbledore knew everything, when on the stairs she crashed into Remus, who had been coming from the opposite direction. His hair looked windswept. He had obviously come up from the courtyard.

"Hermione," he gasped. "I was coming to look for you."

"I was in Dumbledore's office. I told Lily to tell you."

"She did, but I wanted to see you."

"You see me every day."

He looked at her with a of-course-I-do-but-I-still-wanted-to-see-you expression. She laughed.

"What did Dumbledore want?" Remus asked, his arm around her as she walked back down the stairs.

"He just wanted to make sure I was doing okay," she half lied. He had. Sort of. "And make sure I wasn't thinking about tricking him and not going back."

Remus laughed, but she could tell that it wasn't a real laugh. It was just something to fill in the silence.

"He said congratulations on our engagement," she added. Remus's expression was one of surprise.

"How did he know?"

"I dunno, he didn't tell me either."

"Come on you," he said smiling, the first real smile she had seen from him in days. "We're going to be late for transfiguration."

For the first time since Dumbledore had told her that she had to go back, Hermione felt happy, or at least happier than she had in the past few days.

Still Hermione's POV (later that night, common room)

All six of them were doing their homework, none of them were talking. They only had two days left until Hermione had to go back.

Her quill scratched the parchment. She was working on an essay for McGonagall. She wasn't sure why they had given her homework. She was leaving soon.

Every now and then one of them would look at the fire or at Hermione. There was a inexpressible sadness among them. Hermione had only known this once before and it hadn't even been her sorrow.

Everyone else in the common room was chatting happily, complaining about the amount of homework they had been given, their usual conversations. Hermione actually grateful to the homework, even if, for her, there was no point to it. At least she was doing something. If they hadn't had homework, they would just be sitting around in this horrible quiet. With homework at least she could look like she was concentrating on something.

Of course, her mind had no wish to do homework. She was much too distracted. The thought that she only had two more days haunted her thoughts. She had told the others that she was leaving early Sunday morning but an extra few hours was nothing. They would be sleeping. Beside, Hermione had lied. Those few hours didn't exist. She was leaving Saturday night.

One day left

Remus's POV (the next day, History of Magic)

Hermione was on the verge of some kind of breakdown, he could see it from his corner of the room. Her eyes were un-focused but her mind was. At least to the headache she seemed to have developed. She was rapping her fingers on the desk, something she never did.

Remus's closest guess was it was mostly because of the subject that Binns was talking about. He was reading the biographies of the mythical Time Enchantresses.

God, Binns could be a little more considerate he thought. But then, Binns didn't even know that he was dead, how would he remember that Hermione was going through a stressful time. Nothing would ever stop Binns, he was like a train. A dull groaning train that would never stop but kept going so slow that "Are we there yet" became a joke.

Remus was trying to ignore Binns, which wasn't too hard. It was much easier to play a game of hangman with James or just stare out at the frozen grounds. Even those things weren't too easy today though. The idea that he had the rest of today and Saturday with Hermione cut at his heart.

He was surprised thought that his heart could be cut anymore. He was under the impression that it had already been ripped to shreds.

Last day

Hermione's POV (the Shrieking shack)

The only place they could be alone was anywhere outside of the castle. Lily had the brilliant idea of hiding in the Shrieking Shack. They were all huddled against each other, trying to keep warm. Hermione had put a blue flame in a jar, but the room was still cold.

There wasn't much to talk about anymore; they had pretty much covered everything. They had exhausted the fact that Hermione was the Time Enchantress and had been through the engagement conversation enough. At the moment they weren't really doing anything, but unlike before it wasn't a silence Hermione couldn't stand. It was more of a silence that came from nothing else to say, rather than one from no way to say anything.

Despite the fact that she was leaving that night, Hermione Granger felt as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe now...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more
-Evanescence

Hey, guys I lied. I know I said that there would only be two more chapters after the last one but I realized that, if I did that, this story would be over much sooner than I wanted it to be. Plus I'd get more reviews, hee hee.

And I would also like to give an extra special thanks to everyone who's reviews on Monday. I had one of those absolutely horrible days that you can only have on a Monday. Everyone gets a special thank you because this has been a terrible week for me, but the Monday people get the most (sorry)

Replies for the Monday People:

Genevieve: I know, isn't it! But then my story end wouldn't be as much fun.

amrawo: I know, sad.

StarRegina: Please don't cry, Don't cry!

Replies for the other people:

BlackPaintedWhite: Yeah, I've had Pocky. I know the stuff Remus did was both something you'd expect and not but I thought about Prisoner of Azkaban. You know the part where Remus says "All this year I've been battling with myself, wondering whether I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an Animagus". I was thinking what if he had a reason besides his guilt to not tell. A past experience in telling Dumbledore something that he had paid for.

Me: They will. I promise!

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inusgirl4life: I know HG/RL is weird (I'm a big fan thought), but I'm flattered.

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Okay, now I have bad news. Not next week, but the week after I have April vacation. Unlike my February vacation, I WILL NOT be here. There is very little chance that I will update until April 23 or 24. I will be without a computer, because I will be in Florida. I'm sorry everyone, but I will spend my four or five days in the car writing it all out on paper and I will type it up A.S.A.P. the day I get back. Sorry everybody, but I've never been to Florida so I'm not passing that up to write two chapters. I will have them up, but it might take another two or three weeks.

Sorry every body.

The next chapter

-Hermione will go back to here time!

-There is a lot, and I mean A LOT of angst. I hope. I want it to be, but I don't usually write angst.

Sorry about vacation. If I'm, lucky, I might have chapter 9 up next week, but don't count on it.

Gwen worshipper.