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The whole thing is like the last story, POV's switch, song at the top is Hermione's, song at the bottom is Remus's, and I OWN THE SONGS!

This story stars in 1981, three years after the end on the last one, approximately.

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The Beauty and the Beast Books

Book Two: Time Revolution

Chapter One

Farther Away

When I'm alone I want to run away

And now I will no matter what you say

My scars grow deeper everyday

For some reason I cannot stay here

I need to leave this place

I can never again see your face- from Hideaway.

Hermione's POV

It was a cold and windy October night in the country side of England. Trees bent in the forceful wind and looked like ghosts in the pale weak light. The gate of the Lupin residence swung back and forth, but the residents inside didn't notice. They were both much too preoccupied.

Hermione Lupin sat at her desk, writing on a very long piece of parchment. Its subject was currently secret, but some much was in the current time of war and confusion. Besides, everyone had learned not to ask by now.

Her writing had nothing to do with the war, which was unusual, because it took up most of the twenty-one year old thoughts. As with everyone involved, the war had once been in the back of her mind, but now Hermione was the most concerned, confident, and at the same time scared of the whole affair.

Footsteps padded against the floor of the hallway outside and Hermione quickly rolled up the parchment, not wanted her husband to see it. By now they were used to secrets, but this was one she especially did not want him to know about.

"Hey hon," said Remus Lupins voice from the doorframe. She turned around in her chair and faced him. It had been almost three years since she had first met him, no actually seven (she never counted the extra four because they didn't matter), but it surprised her how different, yet how the same he looked. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "I made pasta."

One of her favorites, she thought with a smile. Oh he knew exactly how she thought. Well, most of the time. There were times where she could pull it off, but it was so hard to surprise him. "Sure," she said, standing up and following him downstairs.

As they went through the hallway, Hermione's eyes fell on a picture that she hardly ever thought of anymore. It was of her, Remus, Lily, James, Sirius, and Peter eating supper at Lily and James's house. She remembered exactly when it had been taken.

"Hey guys," said Lily, opening the door and greeting Hermione with a hug. We were beginning to think you wouldn't make it."

"Slipped my mind," said Hermione. "And I had to wait for Remus to get back from his meeting with Dumbledore."

"Ooh, what's this one about?" asked Sirius interestedly as they came into the kitchen. "Or can we not know?"

"Some more bull with Snape changing sides," said Remus. "I'm not going for it but Dumbledore trusts him, and if we can't trust Dumbledore, then we can't trust anyone."

"Yep, but even Dumbledore could be fooled," said James. "Snape's smart enough to trick anyone." Hermione noticed how nervous Peter looked, yet couldn't say a word.

"So, Lily how have you been?" said Hermione, taking their conversation into the living room and leaving the others to argue about Snape.

Lily caught her meaning and patted her fourth month pregnant belly. "I'm only now past the morning sickness, thank God. It was murder. You're going to have to look out for that when you and Remus have children."

"No, I know what you mean," said Hermione. Lily's eyes widened.

"You?"

Hermione smiled and nodded. "I found out this afternoon, it was the real reason we're late."

"Does Remus know?"

"Yes, we're announcing it at dinner."

"Announcing what at dinner?" said Sirius. "As the best man at Lily's wedding, and walking Hermione down at hers, I have a right to know."

"None of your business," said Lily. The rest of the boys filed in.

"What are you hiding?"

"Lily, I'm your husband, you need to be honest with me," said James in a mock stern voice. Lily laughed.

"Well, Mione, it looks as though they've found us out, although I was hoping one waiting for dinner," said Remus, a falsely accusing look on his face. Hermione looked down, a guilty smile on her face.

"Okay, what is it you two?" said Sirius.

Hermione smiled. "We're pregnant."

She shook herself and forced herself out of the memory. That was a long time ago, she thought. That is forgotten.

Her husband didn't seem to be aware that she was lost in her head. He continued into the kitchen, and Hermione quickly followed not wanting to have to answer questions. She didn't want to keep things from her husband, but years of war and the spies that could be hiding in every corner had taught her caution. She did trust Remus, but she had learned to be vigilant around everyone.

She sat down at the table and lifted the pot of pasta over to the table. She served herself and Remus, but didn't say anything. A year ago this would have been an unthinkable way to spend dinner but a lot had changed in the past year. Too much to go on the same way.

Remus's POV (The Next Day)

Despite the fact that more people were getting injured everyday, few seemed to be coming into St. Mungo's. This suited Remus just fine. He wasn't particularly fond of his job, so he had time to think about what had been going on.

Hermione had been so quiet lately. Well, she was always quiet, but it seemed to be more than usual. Something was bothering her.

Something always bothered Hermione thought. He'd noticed it right after Harry had been born, right after-

He shook his head. He couldn't think about it. They had all agreed to pretend that it had never happened. It was easier this way, but Remus knew that someday they would regret it. At some point it would come back to haunt them.

Fortunately that day wasn't today, he thought, stretching in his chair. His back cracked pleasantly. It was only eleven, but he wanted the day to be over.

Usually he didn't want the night to come on full moons, but he wanted to be away from his job and with his wife. Not like it would matter, she was most likely out too, but he knew he'd find more comfort in his house than the Hospital.

He should be grateful for the job he had. Without Hermione he wouldn't have one and she would be the only one to provide for them. The only way he had gotten this job was because Hermione wasn't a werewolf. If she was, well Remus didn't even want to think about it.

But she had changed so much, it scared Remus. She was so different from the person he had met four years ago. He supposed he had changed too, everything had changed, but Hermione most of all.

Sometimes he wondered if he was scared of her. There was always this power exerted on him when he was near her. Not to mention she had more power than Dumbledore, more even then Voldemort. Neither of them could travel through time.

It didn't really matter though. He still loved her and he knew she loved him. No matter what happened he would love her.

If he was scared of her, it was only the thought that she might leave again.

Hermione's POV (later that evening)

She was always home before him. About half an hour before. It was always nice the have a little peace and quiet after work. She loved having Remus around but she always needed a little time alone in silence.

Most people would agree with her need of silence if they worked where she did. Aurors offices were always busy, but working under Alsator Moody was about at quiet as being in a school with five-year olds during a surprise fire alarm.

She did seem to be needing more and more of it lately. There were nights were she would stay up until the sun rose because she needed to be alone. On those nights she hardly remembered what she did.

She knew she was different. Hermione Granger had been bright and cheerful, but Hermione Lupin was tired and icy. Well Hermione Lupin was now; at first she had been the same, but she and everyone had changed. When they truly realized what happened, they had all grown up. Hermione most of all.

She knew they all worried about her. Remus, Lily, James, Sirius, for all she knew even Peter, wherever he was. Peter, she shook her head, there was something she had forgotten.

She remembered. The charm had been cast already. She only had a few days. No, she had two.

The front door opened. Her silence was up. She walked down the hallway with the smile she always reserved for Remus.

"Hello Hermione," he said. She let the smile fall off her face as she looked at him. He looked sickly. It was usual for him to look peaky on the day of the full moon, but today he was paler than usual and she swore she could see some of the veins in his neck.

He looked up at her and caught her expression. "What is it?" he asked in concern.

She walked to him and touched his face. His skin was ice cold. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"Oh, as fine as one can be when their entire anatomy will be changed in a few hours," he said dryly.

"You look horrible," she said. "Come on, I'll get you something hot."

"It's alright Fang, it's just chilly," he said, but his body didn't protest her. He let her drag him into the kitchen. She put the kettle on for tea.

"You shouldn't allow yourself to get sick on a full moon," she scolded gently, getting out the tea bags. "Think of how much worse it will be."

"Well it's kind of hard when you work in a hospital," he said angrily. "You try it."

Hermione dropped the mug she was holding. Remus turned to face her, a look of horror on his face. Hermione felt tears threaten to fall at the corners of her eyes. Remus quickly stood up and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry," he said into her hair. "I don't know what came over me, you're right."

He let go of her, but Hermione wished he wouldn't. She felt safe in his arms. The tears still clung to her eyes. Remus wiped them away. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

She pulled herself closer to him. "I know," said, holding him tightly. "I shouldn't have gotten so worked up."

She let him go and caught his eyes. She could see his apology, and his self horror. She hated the thought that her weakness caused him to be so-so, was there a word? So scared and careful around her. But there was more to it, so much more. It was what she saw in his eyes.

Remus's POV (about an hour before the full moon)

This was something worse, He thought, sipping his tea and shivering from his cold. His didn't usually feel this ill before the full moon. He supposed he must have gotten sick from a patient. His headache wouldn't go away.

He watched Hermione drink her tea and her eyes met his. He looked away, disgusted with himself for what he had done earlier. It was the moon, he had a hard time controlling his emotions and he had had such a long day, it had been so easy to snap at Hermione without realizing what he was doing. But he couldn't make excuses for himself. He knew that Hermione couldn't bear anger from the people she loved. Even Moody was careful around her.

It was so odd how she was known to the Death Eaters as a bloodthirsty Auror who was almost as relentless as Barty Crouch, yet she cried when her husband raised his voice. She didn't used to be like that. She had tried not to kill, and she was just a fiery as Moody, but now she was so weak.

He'd only seen her in battle a few times since-well in the past and he'd always been stunned by the difference he saw in her. It was indescribable. He'd faced Voldemort once, and the anger in his eyes was almost equal to hers. It was terrifying.

He would never tell her that he had compared her to Voldemort. She would become hysterical and might hurt herself. He couldn't live like that.

He supposed that her anger was her way of avenging herself and-well, trying to get herself back. After the accident, she had changed; she often described it as losing a piece of her heart. She had cried with him and the others; maybe this killing was the anger she had never gotten out.

Hermione's POV

She followed Remus upstairs to their room. They only had a few minutes before his transformation started and he preferred to be in their room. She could hear him panting with the pressure coming to him. He stumbled into the room and with Hermione's help, crawled to the bed. He gasped, but she held onto his hand, wishing for some way to suck his pain away, put it into herself. She had enough pain, more wouldn't matter.

She could feel his muscles rearranging and bubbling in his hand as he stifled his yells of pain, which eventually turned into whines as his whole anatomy changed into a wolf's.

Within a few short seconds she heard a wolf's gasping breath and she dared to open her eyes. The now familiar werewolf lay next to her, panting desperately. She stroked Remus's head and transformed into her animagus form. She always felt closer to him this way.

She snuggled closer to him, so that she was right next to him, almost on top of him. He lifted his head and licked her nose as a thank you. He was so sick, he could hardly talk. It hurt her to see him like this and what was more he knew it.

Yet she hurt him by her weakness too. His face after he had snapped at her was more than she could bear. There was a time anyone could yell, scream, or hurt her and if anything, she would shout back. But no more. The only anger she showed was to the Death Eaters. They had ruined her life. They had made he like this. And she wanted revenge.

She heard Remus's steady breathing and knew he was asleep. She smiled to herself and brought herself as close to him as she could. She only had a few more hours and she wanted to have those close to him.

She tried not to sleep but she caught herself drifting. Finally, at quarter to one, when her clock chimed, she slid off the bed and transformed into herself. She walked over to his desk, pulling a piece of parchment out of the pocket of her robes. She set it down on top of a small stack of parchment.

She walked to her closet and pulled out her cloak. She pulled it on as she walked down the stairs and out into another cold blustery night, tears running down her cheek.

Remus's POV (The next morning)

He was tangled in the blankets of his bed. That meant he was human. He smiled at this knowledge and sat up. Hermione had already left.

She's probably at work, he thought, trying to quiet the shock of him being alone. Alastor probably called her in.

Even so, it was Saturday, she didn't usually work. It must really be an emergency. Something had to be wrong.

He stood up and rubbed his head or a few seconds, wanting to clear everything in his mind. He settled himself to one conclusion: he was overreacting.

Passing his desk, he noticed a piece of parchment with his name on it. His name in Hermione's handwriting.

He practically ran to pick up the letter, hoping it would give him answers. It did, but they weren't the answers he wanted.

Dear Remus,

I've been debating with myself trying to figure out whether or not I should leave. It was a horrible decision, one that I probably will regret, but any remorse I feel on the whole will not make what I am doing any less right.

Why am I leaving? This is a question that I don't think I know the whole answer for. I know some of it thought. There are things that will happen, things that may happen at any moment, and I cannot bear to witness them. I know it will pain you to go through them alone, but it will pain me more to have to stay. I would have to watch it all happen, knowing I could have stopped it.

The other answer is that I cannot truly fix what happened two years ago. No one can. It is no secret from anyone that it changed everything. It made me weak. I think that if I were to leave, just for a while, I might get a piece of myself back.

I am not leaving you and our marriage. I love you. You are my light in the dark and I would die without you. I just feel now that I need some space. I want to get away from everything just for a while. I want to clear my head, figure out what has happened. Sometimes thoughts run through my head so fast I feel like my head is a river, with everything rushing through, with no time to stop.

I know that I swore not to leave, but even I didn't know what was going to happen. I had no idea. Breaking my promise alone is painful.

I will be back. I'm not leaving forever. And I will not truly be gone. I will always be watching you, making sure that you are safe. And I will still be in the fight. I will keep myself safe so there are no worries when I come back.

By this point I know that you must be crying, perhaps sobbing, and I can do nothing. Please try to understand why I am doing this. I cannot expect anything of you, as most of this doesn't make sense to me, but please try.

And I'm not going to the future or the past. I promised never to use my power again. I will be here, always here. And in your darkest moments, I will come to help you.

I love you so much. I know I'm ripping your heart out and throwing it across the floor, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you with every fiber of my being and no amount of time will stop that.

Hermione

Remus let the letter fall to the floor. He watched it drift slowly and lazily to the floor. As soon as it hit the wood Remus followed it, collapsed into a dead faint. He had turned pale.

And, he thought, with his last ounce of consciousness, no one would know he was hurt. There was no one in the house besides him. Hermione wasn't there.

Lily Potter's POV (Around Ten O' clock that morning)

She had to go to work today, didn't she? Yes she did, she thought looking the calendar. October 30 was a Friday, the last Friday of the month. Lily always went into St. Mungo's on the last Friday of the month.

Lily finished her tea and stopped into her and James's room. Her husband was passed out. He'd been out late, working with Dumbledore and Moody, trying to figure out a code of some sort, given to them by Snape.

On James's side lay Harry. Her little Harry. He was such a sweet boy though there were times she worried about him. Being around James and Sirius as much as he was made Lily cautious of what the little boy could be planning.

But of course there was the prophecy. That horrid prophecy. Her poor little boy was in so much danger at every moment and he was barely one year old. She was so scared for him, for his safety, so worried that she hardly let him outside into the sun, terrified that Death Eaters would jump out at him and kill him, or else take him away to Voldemort.

Frank and Alice worried about Neville the same way. She hadn't seen the boy since they'd all heard the prophecy, though she saw his parents. They had the same look she did, always nervous.

She remembered the when that look had blazed in Hermione's eyes like fire. She had been just as terrified as they, but she shouldn't have worried. She had paid a price to be rid of her own concern.

She also remembered Hermione's face when the prophecy had been read. She had screamed and ran out of Dumbledore's office. Remus ran after her. They had to take her to St. Mungo's to calm her.

Lily shook her head to rid herself of these thoughts. Now was not the time. She had to go.

She passed the kitchen table and as she did a great flame appeared bearing a message and a feather. Lily sighed a breath or relief. It was just something from Dumbledore.

No it wasn't. That was Hermione's handwriting on the note.

Lily and James-

Don't ask, just do. Inside the envelope you'll find two necklaces, very thin and fine. Each of you put one on

-Hermione

Something about Hermione's tone told Lily that something was wrong. One her way to work she'd stop by and see what they were doing, pulling one of the necklaces on as she apparated.

Remus's POV

"Remus. Remus."

Remus moaned and turned over to see who was shaking him. It was Lily.

"Thank God," she whispered. She looked pale.

Remus brought his hand to his head. His whole body hurt. He sat up and pulled himself to his feet.

"What were you doing down there?" Lily asked.

"I-." He had started to say "I don't know" but had caught sight of Hermione's letter and he remembered. Pain washed over him, the realization hit him like a tidal wave. Hermione was gone.

"Remus?" Lily asked. Remus bent over and picked up the letter.

"Hermione's gone," he said, not looking at her. "She left last night."

"What?" said Lily in disbelief. Remus handed her the letter. With every word Remus saw her eyes widen until he thought that they would disappear completely. She finished the letter and stared at him in shock. "She left? She's gone?"

Remus nodded.

"She can't be gone, she just gave me a letter."

"what?"

Lily pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket. He scanned it eagerly but received no mews.

Lily and James-

Don't ask, just do. Inside the envelope you'll find two necklaces, very thin and fine. Each of you put one on

-Hermione

"What necklaces?" he asked. Lily pulled something silvery and light out of the collar of her robes.

What has she done? He thought to himself.

Lily's POV (late that night)

Harry was asleep. Lily wished she could join him, but she had to tell James about Hermione.

Remus had stayed at home after she saw him. She had gone to work and was now on the verge of being fired because she had been so distracted.

James was magically washing the plates when she came into the kitchen. She walked up behind him and stopped the cleaning. James looked at her oddly. She pulled him over to the kitchen table.

"Lily, what's wrong?" he asked, looking scared.

Lily took a deep breath. "Hermione's gone."

"What?"

"She left last night. She sent us a note this morning and I stopped by her house because I thought something was up and I found Remus unconscious on the floor. She let a note telling his she was leaving."

"Why?"

"She said she needs to get her head straight. And she sent us these." She pulled out the other necklace and the letter. James took it, read the letter carefully and examined the necklace. His face dropped.

"What?" asked Lily.

These are anti-death charms," he whispered. Lily clapped her hands to her mouth. "She's trying to stop us from dying."

A promise broken

A life torn apart

All at the fault of you

Something I cannot bear

How is this happening?

Torn away

All because of you

How could you?- from A Heart like Night

So what did you think? Kind of short, but they will get longer.

Couple facts about this book: Since the plot itself is less packed than Time Enchanting, there are going to be more memories, things that we missed in the three-four year gap. And maybe parts from the books, things from other people's POV's that we haven't gotten.

So, tell me what you think, I love reviews you guys!

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