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A/N-if you didn't guess, the spell Dumbledore said is: Hermione Granger, come here and see your friends just every other letter and then the other every other letter. Does that make sense? Probably not, oh well!

A/N-(again! Sorry) I showed this to my little sister, who pointed out a mistake, that should have been staring me in the face. Remus is a teacher at Hogwarts again and in last chapter, I wrote that Harry and Ron were former students. Remember, Hermione was researching an essay for Lupin when she was sent back? Oh well. I'll change it when I'm not being yelled at for not being silent in a MOCK test! Can you believe that? We had to do a different test as punishment. I hate her (My English Teacher)


Chapter 5-Talking to Hermione

"Hermione?" James asked, looking concernedly at her. No, it's not James. It's that boy in your dreams, Hermione told herself, looking into Harry's eyes.

"Mi?" A man asked. He looked familiar.

"Do I know you?" Hermione asked, looking into the eyes of the man in front of her.

"Mi, it's me, Remus," Remus told her, worried about Hermione's reaction.

"No, you're not, he's my age," Hermione stated, feeling that solid facts weren't going to help her in this case.

"Miss. Granger, we have brought you forward in time. This is the timeline that you belong to," Dumbledore told her calmingly.

"Meaning this is what year exactly?" Hermione asked, not looking too freaked out.

"1997, you were born the nineteenth of September, 1979," Harry told her before Dumbledore could open his mouth.

"But that would mean I wouldn't have been born in the other time. This is making less and less sense. Where're Sirius, James, Peter and Lily?"

"You know Lily and James?" Harry asked her quickly. "What are they like?"

"Harry, I really don't think this is the best time for that. Albus, could you please tell Hermione…" Remus started. Dumbledore obviously caught his meaning.

"Of course, if you'd like to step outside then you may," Dumbledore told Remus.

"No, I'd rather stay," Remus replied looking into Hermione's eyes, his own glazing over and his expression falling further into that of depression.

"Miss. Granger, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Lily, James and Sirius are dead," Dumbledore opted for the short and 'painless' choice. It didn't seem to work well.

"What… When… Why… Who?" Hermione seemed incapable of finishing her sentences in shock.

"I'm sorry. Lily and James were killed by Voldemort after being betrayed by a supposed friend. Sirius was killed two years ago by Bellatrix Lestrange." Dumbledore said shortly.

"What, but I saw them all at dinner. They were happy, Sirius and I were talking and Lily and James were laughing. I'm sorry," Hermione said as tears slowly made their way down her face, "I can't do it. I've got to go." With this she ran out of Dumbledore's office.

"Mione!" Ron yelled after her, starting to move towards the door when he heard another voice.

"I'll go, she might listen to me," the voice said. It was Remus. He ran towards the door and pulled it open quickly. He sprinted down the stairs and smelled Hermione's unique scent still in the air. One of the good things about being a werewolf, he thought to himself. He turned right and followed Hermione to the seventh floor. He ran down the seemingly endless corridor, until her scent just stopped. He looked around, and saw a distinct land mark; a tapestry. He realised where she must be and walked swiftly past the stretch of wall three times thinking about finding Hermione. Then a door appeared in front of him. He walked through and saw Hermione, lying on a couch, going through her photo albums.

"Go away," was all she said when she heard the door close.

"Hermione, you can hide from Harry and Ron, but I am an entirely different story. Do you wanna talk?" Remus asked, softly.

"Yea, sure, let's talk. About what, though? My friends are dead? Or the fact that I never got the chance to say goodbye to my boyfriend?" Remus saw the tears running down Hermione's face and put his arm around her supportively.

"Hermione, I'm here, I'm always gonna be here for you. You know that, right?" Remus asked quietly, still holding her and feeling her heart rate slowly decrease.

"Yea, I know. But…"

"Hermione, this is the time you belong to. Harry and Ron are here, they love you as much as we did, or I do. You can't run from the ones who love you and they really do wanna stay with you."

"If they love me so much, then why aren't they here?" Hermione asked, feeling Remus' hold on her relax slightly.

"I wanted to talk to you alone before you got bombarded by questions from Harry, asking about his parents," Remus answered slowly. His arms fell slowly from around her and he kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"You wanna get some sleep?" He asked her, watching her eyelids getting heavier.

"Hmm," Hermione answered. "Rem, can you stay with me? Please, I don't want to be on my own." Hermione looked into his eyes, which had changed over the years. Their spark had gone out and he looked so much older than he was.

"Sure. Hang on a second, stand up," he told her. They both stood and the couch they had been sitting on transformed into a bed. "Here, lie down," Remus told her, taking off his cloak and transforming it into a blanket. He spread it over the bed, and lay down next to Hermione. He put his arms round her protectively and she laid her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.


The sunlight coming through the window woke Remus up the next morning. Hermione was still lying with her head on his chest, but her eyes were open.

"Morning, sleepy," Hermione joked noticing that Remus was awake.

"Hi. Sleep well?" Remus asked sitting up slowly

"Wonderfully," Hermione lied fluently. She had been plagued by dreams of her friends and could not class that as peaceful. "Do you have anything that you have to do today?" She asked, hoping that the answer would be no.

"I have a few essays to mark, but that's it," Remus answered, feeling upset that he wouldn't be able to spend a day with a friend.

"Wait a second, you teach? Oh, I've got to tell everyone this, when I get back," Hermione laughed, looking, for the first time since she had arrived, happy.

"Yes I do teach. Defence Against the Dark Arts, if you must know. Hang on, 'when I get back'? You're not going to stay?"

"I can't," Hermione replied. "I know I belong here, in theory, but in heart I belong then, with all of you. Don't get me wrong, I love you loads, but I need to see Lily everyday and ask her 'bout her most recent date with James, Sirius and laugh, feeling wanted for once and even Peter who would just want to talk to me for homework help… hang on. Peter. Where is he? Dumbledore told me Lily, James and Sirius were… but he didn't mention Peter. Well?"

"Dumbledore mentioned that Lily and James were betrayed, right? It was Peter. He was working for Voldemort. Since we were twenty. And he betrayed them a year later," Remus felt awful, his feelings reflected in Hermione's face. She had gone pale and tense.

"Send me back, Remus," she told him. "Send me back; I need to go, now!" Hermione yelled the last word and the look on Remus' face deepened.

"Mi, I know what you're thinking but you can't. You can't tell them about Peter. In seventh year he hadn't done anything but be a tag along. You have no idea what it would do to your life, our lives," Remus warned her.

"I don't know about us, but it would save Lily, James and Sirius!" Hermione yelled, forgetting that it was still early morning.

Remus thought about it for a minute, and lowered his head. "Fine, wait here a second and I'll get the…never mind," Remus was interrupted by the book that had landed in front on him.

"O.K. here it is. Hrin gad ae yu fins lvs, emoe on sv or red ie," Remus announced. He felt Hermione stiffen and then nothing. She had gone.


A/N-well? Like it, hate it going to kill me for writing it? I can't read minds so review and tell me! Lul, J