Remus jumped as he saw a blur appearing in the middle of his room, and stood, waiting to meet her. He gulped down his fear, and leapt out to catch her as she collapsed onto his arms, the thin chain snapping and the time-turner skittering across the floor.

"Hermione!" Her eyes were dizzy and unfocused, and he helped her to sit on his bed and gave her a glass of water, slipping in some bitter lemon potionthat he kept in the bathroom that he used to wake up Sirius on a morning when he was out of it. She drank it shakily, then comically spit it back out, making him laugh until she poured it over his head.

"Oi!" He said "That was for you, not me!"

They looked at each other, grinning like idiots, before Hermione threw her arms around him.

"I got here, I'm not dead! I'm not dead, Remus!" She began to cry into his shirt, so happy it had worked.

"I know, I know!" He laughed, and hugged her harder. They both pulled back from each other, and simply looked for a while. "So we finally meet, in person."

"I guess we do." She said softly, brushing his wet hair out of his face to get a proper look at him. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you… after talking to you for weeks I can finally really talk to you."

"It's strange, isn't it?" he said, looking down at her and up again. "You might want to get rid of the head girl badge, Hermione Granger."

"I'm still keeping it though, Remus Lupin." They both grinned. "Oh look, your hair's all wet, gives you the image of a wet dog."

"No, sorry to disappoint you, that's Sirius… Wet wolf, however, would be more fitting." He gave her a wolfish smile to match.

"Oh indeed, I apologise, Mr moony."

"I think we need to introduce you to Professor Dumbledore… I advise you get rid of your robes and change into some muggle clothes. I'll be right back." She nodded and opened her trunk whilst he was away, and pulled out a pair of black baggy hipster jeans and an emo belt. She picked all of her insulting t-shirts, and sighed. She couldn't decide between two of them. They were both white with black writing on them.

"Remus, could you come here a second!" She didn't even think twice about the fact she wasn't wearing anything on top except a bra. He stuck his head in.

"You called?" He said, and then he closed his eyes. "You, uh, might want to put a shirt on"

"That's what I wanted to ask you about. Which of these would be better: Never underestimate the power of a sick mind or you're just jealous cause the little voices are talking to me?" He considered the two t-shirts thoughtfully, then strolled over to the bed, grinning.

"I like this one." She read it, and then burst out laughing.

"I'll be wearing that one then." She pulled it on, and looked at herself in the mirror. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me. Nice choice." She pulled out a silver and black stripy tie, tied it loosely, put on a thick white headband made out of a stretchy cotton material.

"Remus, could you pass me that bag?"

"This one?" He held up a medium sized blue bag.

"Yep."

"Why?" he asked curiously as he opened it, then tutted in disgust. "Women."

"I could say something very insulting about you right now but I won't." She said lightly, catching the bag and quickly and lining her eyes with black liner, smudging it and adding mascara. With a quick swipe of clear gloss, she was ready, and pulled on some trainers.

"Ready!" she said in a singsong voice. "What should I do with my trunk?"

"I'll make it follow us. Put your robes in it and we'll go to Dumbledore."

"Smart boy." She said teasingly, reaching up to pat him on the head.

"Not funny." He grumbled, poking her in the back.

"Oh, I disagree…" she grinned."Ok, 'show me where to go' "she said and they set off to professor Dumbledore's office.

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They were outside the gargoyle and were waiting for professor Dumbledore to greet them, standing in silence. "I'll be leaving in a couple of hours. Will you be ok to face the others on your own?" He asked seriously.

"I'll be fine. What's the use of having charm if you don't use it?" She grinned, making him smile, and they heard the doors open.

"Ah hello, Mr Lupin, and Miss Granger." Hermione stood still. "Oh, don't be so surprised. I've barely been gone a few months and you already forget I am exceptionally smart. Well then, since you had to come nosing into the past, you may as well know that you won't be going home any time soon. So, we may as well enrol you straight into Gryffindor and put you into your lessons. I already have your list of chosen subjects from before I… left, shall we say?"

Hermione nodded. "Of course, professor. When will my lessons start?"

"At the end of Christmas break, in a week. I trust you know the way back to Gryffindor common room?" she nearly cried at the old twinkle in his eyes, and nodded.

"I do, professor." She said hoarsely.

"Good. Mr Lupin, I suggest you get your things, your parents are here. Miss Granger, I also suggest you say you are a transfer student from a Scottish magic school. I'm sure you can take it from there." Remus nodded, looking at Hermione apologetically.

"Of course, sir." They nodded their goodbyes to Dumbledore and made their way back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I'm so sorry I have to leave so soon, Hermione. Go play goddess of wisdom and I will see you on Thursday. It is Thursday I'll be back, yeah Thursday. I'll introduce you to the guys and then I'm off to spend three glorious days with my parents." Here he pulled a face. "Muggles. I swear they're scared of me. They don't even know I'm a ... y'know." He looked down at his feet.

"Hey, don't be like that." Hermione said. "Lycanthropy isn't such a bad thing. You can live with it, you know you can. And you have wonderful friends who help you through it. If I could be there with you, I would, but since I'm not an Animagus I can't."

"I know." He said softly. "It's just hard… I was bitten in my second year… Not that long ago really. I'm still trying to learn how to cope with it. It hurts Hermione, it hurts so much." He said, leaning heavily against a wall. "I wish I could curse away my blood and be human again, or kill this thing inside of me!" he hit himself in the chest, glaring at his hand.

"It must be awful for you. I'm not going to say I understand, because I obviously don't, but if I could help you, I would. All the way into the future, I would, Remus." She said, clasping his hand. She felt a jolt at the contact, a tingling, but ignored it at that moment.

"Thank you." He said, entwining her small fingers in his larger ones. He felt their warmth entwining, and a little shiver crept up his spine, it felt…nice.

"Come on, we need to get going." They continued walking, forgetting for a while that they were still holding hands.

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They were stood outside the common room, the Fat Lady dozing.

"You might want to let go of my hand now." Hermione said softly, and Remus dropped it, blushing

"Sorry. Ahem." He cleared his throat, and she jumped.

"Oh, sorry, dear. Password?"

"Mimblewimble." The door swung open, revealing the common room, full of people, as usual on a Sunday night.

"Yo, Moony!" A voice called out across the room, and Remus led Hermione to His friends.

"What's this I hear about you knocking out padfoot… hello there." James said, spotting Hermione behind Remus. "Well well well, who is this?" Remus stepped aside, revealing Hermione to the group. "My name is James Potter, who might you be?"

"Hermione Athena Granger. Also answers to Hermione, Mione, Nice legs or walking encyclopaedia. Does not answer to HAG, don't even think about it. " Hermione said, dropping a hip and holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you."

James shook it, grinning at Remus. "Oh, I like her." Remus's eyebrows rose, then he glared. "Ok, I get the message. Anyway, this," he then pointed to Lily, who had her head in a book and a cassette player on. "Is the lovely Lady Lily." He pulled of her headphones. "Darling, we seem to have a newbie." Lily looked up, and grinned at Hermione, standing up. She moved the tie out of the way, and smirked.

"Nice t-shirt."

"Yes, I thought so too."

"Have any more?"

"Yes, would you like to dive in?"

"Yes, lets."

Hermione transferred the trunk to her wand and led it upstairs, waving at Remus, mouthing "Diary." He nodded, and went back to explain the Sirius incident.

None of the others saw the two girls all night.

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"Scotland? It's beautiful up there. Loved going on holidays in the highlands. " Lily said, opening the door to their dormitory.

"This castle is eerily similar to … Oh I can't be bothered lying, it takes too much energy. Lily, sit down or you'll fall backwards by the end of it." Lily's eyebrows rose, but she sat down all the same.

"Well, it goes like this. I come from 20 years in the future. Same place, everything. I then found a small red diary. I wrote in it. Creepily, Remus wrote back. We became friends, and in a month we decided that I was going to come here so we could meet. See, the thing is, 20 years into the future, Remus is actually my defence against the dark arts teacher."

Lily blinked. And again. "Hell. That's, um, quite, Wow… So then you must know us, right?" Hermione nodded, inside her head was reeling, how was she going to get past this without betraying Harry?

"Um, well, I was best friends with yours and James's son." She said quickly. Lily gaped, the squealed, dancing about.

"Oh my goodness!" She squealed.

"Lily! Control yourself. You cannot tell this to anyone, not even James. I'm already kicking myself about it. SHUT UP!"

"Ahem. I'm ok. Too much coffee in my sugar."

"Oh? I thought it was too many billywig stingers."

"Tried them, don't do anything for me."

"Don't try and mix them with Odgen's Firewhisky then. That definitely does something…"

"I'll have to remember that for the next Hogsmead visit."

"Yes, do, that way I can nick some."

"Feel free." The two girls looked at each other, and burst out laughing. They sat and talked about anything they could think of.

"Sooo, what do you think of Remus?" Lily asked slyly, whilst sorting through Hermione's collection of insulting t-shirts.

"He's… nice." Hermione said evasively, blushing rose.

"Oh indeed? Just nice?" Lily questioned

"Well… he's very funny, and he's smart too…" she said shyly.

"And his looks?"

"He's gorgeous, ok! I fancy him!" Lily smirked.

"Feel better now?" She asked, sorting through the shirts she liked, finally picking don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies and I hear voices before it became a trend.

"Lily! Oh my god!" She covered her face with her hands. "I can't believe you!"

Lily smiled, folding up the remaining t-shirts. "It's ok, I won't tell anyone, and anyway, it's obvious he likes you."

"You think?" She asked a little too eagerly. "Not that I care but, you know…"

"Of course you don't, and yes he does." Lily said knowingly. "So, do you know what made him knock out Sirius?"

Hermione took a deep breath. "You're not going to like it, Lily."

"I don't have to like it; I just want to know what finally made him loose his infamous cool."

"Lil, he called you a mudblood and called Remus a half-breed, saying that his reputation was more important than his friends. Remus was practically boiling when he told me."

Lily's face was like a sheet of ice. "That boy is going to pay. No-one gets away with calling me a mudblood." She stood up and cracked her fingers, only to be pulled down by Hermione.

"Lily, sit down, stay down and cool down. Otherwise I will tie you to this bed and make sure you drink a glass of Remus's wake up water and keep it down."

Lily stayed down and closed her eyes, mumbling curses, until she realised what she meant. Her nose winkled up in disgust. "I will not be drinking any of that stuff thank you very much. Wait, how d'ya…"

"I came here by time turner. I was a little disorientated, shall we say… he tried to make me drink that stuff. I poured it over his head." Lily giggled. "Had the whole wet dog look going for him."

"You mean wet wolf."

"He said that, too."

"You know?"

"Hello, he taught me for a year and we're friends"

"Ahh."

The door banged open quite suddenly and two red headed girls flew into the room. "Lils, we're here, the party can officially … Hello?"

"Hermione, this is Adriana and Laurel Weasley. Twins, this is Hermione Granger, a transfer student."

"Hi." They echoed, and Hermione had the feeling that these were the female versions of Fred and George.

"Nice to meet you." They looked at her clothes, and then her t-shirt.

"Nice t-shirt."

"Several people have said that." Hermione said with a smile.

"So, Hermione… The new girl. Say, do you have any …guys… you're interested in?"

"Well… yeah…"

They both grinned, but Lily shook her head. "Marauder." Their faces fell.

"Don't say Sirius…"

"No, Remus."

"Awwwww."

"SHUT UP!" Hermione said, now beetroot, but grinning. "Please don't tell him!"

"We won't."

It sounded incredibly ominous.