Hiya! Well, here it is. The final chapter. I'd like to thank all those who reviewed and I hope that my friends who say that they have read it are telling the truth, coughstacymaddiecatfreyacough. No, just kidding, guys, I love you loads, although I sometimes wonder why. Hehe lol.

PS this takes place just after Harry was born. Remus and Hermione are still together, Longmoon's still teaching and Peter's still missing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I never will.


Chapter 10: Final Decisions

"He's so cute! And he has your eyes, Lily," Hermione was holding baby Harry for the first time. Lily got out of the hospital only the day before and was surrounded by the people she loved. Hermione, Remus, Sirius and, of course, James were all sitting in the living room of Hermione and Remus' house just talking about Harry. The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Remus said standing up and walking out of the room. He opened the door and the look on the visitor's face worried him greatly. It was his future self.

"I need to speak to Hermione," were his only words.

"Come in. Mi, it's for you," Remus called into the living room. Feeling as if he didn't want to hear the conversation he left Hermione and Remus Longmoon standing in the hallway and went back to speak with his friends.

"Can I get you a drink?" Hermione asked, dreading, as she had for the past two years, what she expected her former teacher to say.

"No, thank you," Longmoon replied following her into the kitchen. "I need your help. We need to restore the timeline to what it was before we disturbed it."

"We? According to everyone, I've been a part of this timeline since the beginning of my life. It's you who destroyed it. You brought me forward in time and handed me the tools to break down reality, but without a warning guide. And now you have the nerve to ask me to help you fix it! How dare you?" Hermione yelled, feeling as if the world she had built up for herself had crumbled around her.

"Hermione, whether you like it or not, we are both strangers in this time. Oh, you may not feel it, but it's true. If we don't do this then Voldemort will never fall and you, only you, will be responsible for the hundreds of deaths he causes after those of Halloween. Now, either you can help me or feel the weight of the guilt on your shoulders."

"If I help you, I will lose two of my best friends forever. That is the only guilt I am worried about!" Hermione yelled, hearing the voices in the living room go quiet. "Now, if you excuse me…"

"I know where Pettigrew is," Longmoon said the magic words that stopped Hermione in her tracks.

"Then kill him. Do what you must, but do not involve me."


How can she not see? Longmoon asked himself. If she helps, she saves hundreds. If not, only three will otherwise live and even then, there is no proof they will be saved. He was now sitting in his office with Peter Pettigrew, better known as Wormtail, bound and gagged on the floor. He pulled his wand out and saw Pettigrew recoil.

"Oh don't fool yourself," he muttered to the man. "You don't deserve death, yet." He then yelled "gtak eenw eb chro." Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Hermione and baby Harry all appeared before him.

"No! You can't do this!" Hermione yelled.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, but it's got to be done. Obliviate!" Longmoon cried pointing his wand at the group of people in front of him. He then rendered them all unconscious and opened a time hole in the middle of the room. The hole was two metres tall by one and a half meters wide. Longmoon pulled Hermione to her feet and kissed her forehead gently. "I'm sorry, Mi," he whispered and he pulled her through the time hole.


Almost instantaneously Hermione was awake and back in the library. She picked up her bag and walked back to Gryffindor tower. She went into her dormitory and slept totally unaware of the tears falling down her cheeks.

The next morning, she walked into the Great Hall and sat down next to Harry and across from Ron.

"Hermione, where were you last night?" Ron asked, not really caring. "We didn't see you when we went to bed and we waited almost half the night. How long did it take you to do that essay?"

"What? Oh, I guess I lost track of time. The weirdest thing, though, is that I didn't do the essay."

"Well, that's ok, you've still got another week to do it," Harry reminded her.

Their first lesson was Defence Against the Dark Arts. When Hermione walked in, Lupin was looking at her, his face blank as if trying to remember something.

"Professor?" Hermione inquired.

"Oh, it's nothing, Mi." Lupin replied, but he still hadn't lost the look on his face.

When everyone else had arrived, Lupin began the class in the usual manner.

"Right, where is the werewolf believed to have originated from? Miss Granger?" Remus looked at Hermione not knowing his past life with her.

And again, I know it's short. I didn't want to draw out what could be done in the space I did it in. Thanks to all my reviewers for making me feel that someone actually reads my story. Lul, J