AN: Good God I can't believe I'm updating again…

And yes, RottenTunafish; I have came and went from Detroit already (Fri-Sun) and so far it seems I'm making up for it by typing out this story at a very fast rate. It seems I get in two or three chapters a day (so checking this could be a good idea or else you might fall behind)

Also happy that people are still enjoying this (This story has gotten the most reviews I've ever had in my life). And now, I shall end my ranting and get on with the damn chapter.

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Chapter Fourteen

(Present Day)

Late night kissing was a great thing, but the lack of sleep caused Kit to be dragging on her feet the following morning. She had managed to stay in Remus's embrace until nearly six AM, when he declared that if they kissed any longer he would have to ravage her and they most definitely didn't have time for that.

So now she sat at Breakfast nearly falling into her plate of food. Even if she wanted to get more sleep, she couldn't. Her classes started today, and she would have to face them with a rather numb-from-lack-of-sleep body. Although, even if she was tired…Kit was happy. She got to be with Remus for most of the night once again. While it did feel weird to be kissing a grown man…it just felt right. Like the moment her lips touched his, she knew things would be okay. Did that even make sense? She wondered to herself, while she glanced down at her plate of eggs with a slight queasy stomach. Lack of sleep and the sight of food made for a bad combination. She pushed the plate away without bothering to take a bite of it.

Remus was so different now, and she couldn't help but musing about it while trying her best to keep her walk steady as she left the Great Hall to head towards her first class. He was older, and definitely looked different, he was taller and from exploring last night she found out that he had a few more muscles then his teenage self. His voice was also raspy, as if years of being a werewolf finally took its toll. Even if he was different…

He was still the same. He smelled the same, acted the same, touched her the same, as his teenage self. That's what mattered though. He was the same. He loved her and nothing could change that.

It was while she was musing this, Kit forgot completely to worry about what her first class was going to be like. And oh yes, she should have worried…because her first class was with none other then Severus Snape. By the time she walked into the dungeons she realized her mistake of not worrying, because she remembered being told by the greasy haired git that he was the potions master now.

Things would have been okay if she wasn't the first one to make it into the class room. She had left a good ten minutes before everyone else, and now she got to see Severus bent over his desk scribbling something down rather fiercely on parchment paper. Her stomach jumped, and she was thankful that she chose to for-go breakfast, because seeing one of her mortal enemy's sit there…

For Merlin's sake…how could Dumbledore hire him?

"Kit, so it seems that you are now at my mercy." Severus stated, finally noticing that she was standing there in the room. She sighed and bit at the inside of her mouth, you'd think after all of these years he could at least pretend to be civil to her. After all she was going to be his student. Ugh, just the thought of being his student made her sick.

"Yes, well that is rather unfortunate now isn't it Severus?"

"It's Professor Snape to you." He said, actually turning his usual frown into a thin smile--or rather a smirk.

"Old habits die hard." Kit bit back, causing him to arch a brow but say nothing more. Kit could really put up with anything in her life…but Severus was one of those people that had an irritating aura around them and it was like listening to nails on a black board or being slowly tortured to be around them. She didn't like him. He didn't like her.

He was a Slytherin.

She was a Gryffindor.

It was that simple. As clear as night and day. As students began to file into the room, Severus pointed to a seat in the far corner for Kit to sit in for the class.

She had a feeling that sooner or later she wouldn't be able to hold her tongue around that snake of a man.

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Remus rubbed at his eyes, trying to get them to feel like they weren't sandpaper. He knew that staying up for the better part of the night lip-locked with his mate wasn't the best idea…but he was still a man and that is what men tended to think was more important then sleep. However at this point in time, it would seem that sleep would have been the better option.

Teaching a class of first years the Defense Against the Dark Arts was very taxing when one only had about an hour of sleep. He was currently trying to explain to his rather loud class, the finer points of Banshee's but he had the feeling that none of his students were listening to him.

He was really afraid his day was going to be like this all day. His head was starting to ache already and his mouth was dry and parched screaming for water. Even though at the current moment he was rather miserable, it was worth it just to feel Kit's lips on his again. At first he had been afraid that it would be weird to be kissing her again, or be weird for her to kiss him…but it wasn't. It felt as if he was a teenager again and that was a good feeling.

Things just seemed so perfect, like he was complete again. He was jarred out of his thoughts when a cleaver little student asked if the Banshee's cry was deadly. A small smile touched his lips…back to teaching and molding young minds…

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It was just after lunch when Kit found herself cornered by three students in the hallway. Two of them were big and rather ugly looking standing like bodyguards around the one who looked like a replica of Lucius Malfoy. The boy didn't say anything for a moment, instead it seemed like he was looking her over (In that same disgusting manor that his father obviously seemed to do). With his lack of speech, Kit took the opportunity to speak.

"Ew. I can't believe they aloud that twat Lucius to breed." The boy raised his brows over icy cold eyes and actually, looked rather amused at her statement.

"So it's true then…what they are saying…?" Kit blinked for a moment, while this boy looked like his father (There was no doubt in her mind that he was Lucius's son, unless Lucius had a rather extremely young brother..) he didn't sound like his father. For one his father wasn't that vague, and for two, his father had a deep deep voice (Okay, so this kid was rather young…but in Kit's mind she had always thought Lucius was probably born with his deep and commanding voice…although hearing that voice out of a toddler could have been strange…)

"What are they saying?" She asked, of course she knew what he meant…but toying with people was something she learned from both Sirius and James…and it was such a fun thing to do.

"That you are from the past. So…you knew my father?" He asked, and Kit gave a small yawn (She couldn't help it…she was tired after all, and this boy wasn't nearly as menacing as his father).

"Oh yes, I knew him. Why don't you ask him about it? Now if you'll excuse me I have a meeting with Dumbledore to attend." Kit didn't wait for any answer, she didn't wait for him or his two bodyguards to move either; instead she simply just slipped through the boys rather easily thanks to how small she was. A tiny grin was set on her face.

How could Lucius have raised a boy like that? It was amusing to Kit that the man she feared most didn't have a son that struck the same fear in her heart. Shaking her head, Kit took a few long strides towards Dumbledore's office.

Her Defense Against the Dark Arts class being replaced with Dumbledore, was both a blessing and a curse. She was happy that she didn't have Remus as a teacher (Sure, seeing him would have been a great pick-me-up, but it would have made their relationship even more awkward if he was her Professor). The bad part about everything, was the simple fact that she had to catch up on the years she missed. Learning what had happened with Lord Voldemort, how Harry was known as the 'boy that lived', and things like that…

It was painful. It really was. Having Dumbledore tell her that James and Lily were personally killed by the dark wizard…it just made her heart break. They never stood a chance. It was bad of her to think that, but it was true. They were both very talented…but they were completely pure and good, they wouldn't resort to shady or unfair ways of fighting even if they were fighting for their life's. They had honor.

And poor, Harry…the more she learned of the story the more she just wanted to leave Dumbledore's office for a good cry. Sure she had heard all of this the other day in the hospital room…but things had been very vague. Today, Dumbledore was full of detail, because he simply said that Kit deserved to know what happened.

"Is there any hope at all of me going back to my rightful time?" Kit finally asked after a few moments of silence when the bell signaling class ended rang throughout the halls.

Dumbledore gave a kind yet sad smile, "If it were possible, you'd be in your rightful time right now."

The explanation left Kit with a heavy heart as she walked out of his office. If she could only return back…she could tell James and everyone what was going to happen. She could stop them from dying! She sighed, stepping out into the busy hall and adjusting her book bag over her shoulder before wiping her eyes dry with her hands. She had kind of figured she wouldn't be able to go back…but still, the thought remained.

At least she had Remus here…who she couldn't touch and be with in public…she thought with slight bitterness. Why did her life have to be so hard? With slight hesitation she made her way down the hall to Charms. It felt weird walking the halls without one of the boys by her side. It felt weird not being able to talk to Lily about how bad she was doing in Transfiguration.

Just when Kit thought she couldn't get more depressed…being in the future was like riding the damn emotional roller coaster. Her emotions went up and down and she couldn't stay stable.

One step at a time.

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AN: Okay, short chapter I know but I had to get it out. Another what I like to call 'emotion' chapter. It just shows what Remus and Kit are going through. Kit a little bit more then Remus though, because she has a bit more to adjust too. Not much fluff here either.

As for Draco, I just had to throw them in there (Kit's biggest fear is Lucius) so it just felt right to add a little bit o' Draco to the mix. Only, no matter how you look at it thirteen year old Draco isn't that threatening. Therefore, Kit finds it amusing that such a...softy can be born from the harsh harsh harsh Lucius.

I've started to read POA again, and tomorrows chapters will have a meeting with Sirius (Remember when he slashed the picture of the fat lady). I should also be adding stuff about the Dementors being at Hogwarts soon too. I have so many ideas coming to me now that I'm reading the book again.

Toodles.