Disclaimer: Never will own it.

A/N: This chapter is nothing but the thoughts of the people on the way to school on the Hogwart's Express. If it dulls you, sorry.

Hermione:

Why is everyone taking this so hard? They never shunned Remus, never got angry with him once they understood who he was, what he was. Why am I so different? Why can't they just accept me for who I am now?

Because you lied to them for the entire summer.

I did not! Ok, well, maybe I did, but that was only because they wouldn't understand!

You know they would have.

No, you see how they're acting now. They would have done the same thing if I'd told them before.

No, they would have accepted you with open arms just like they did Professor Lupin.

But I couldn't tell them. I was too afraid of what I was, of what I would become. I'm not me anymore, and I never will be again. I'm scared of what things lie ahead of me.

That is something you could talk to Harry and Ron about, instead of your own head.

Bugger off, you sound like my mother.

I'm just telling you, they wouldn't have acted to horribly to you if you had told them.

I wasn't ready to face the truth. I wasn't ready to accept the responsibility that I had screwed up. I should have known better than to go out in the dark to see what was making noises outside my house. I should have expected a werewolf, or even an entire group of Death Eaters. I was stupid and I let my guard down. That is not something I do.

Speaking of letting your guard down, what were you thinking when you fell for a man twice your age?

He makes me happy, makes me feel all tingly. Not even Viktor or Ron ever did that. I feel safe when I'm near him, or even think about him. He's mature, handsome, passionate, and he's just like me.

A bookworm?

A werewolf. Someone who knows exactly what I'm going through every month. I feel like he knows me better than I do sometimes.

Would you have even looked at him before you became a werewolf?

Harry:

I really have no reason to be mad at her. She was only scared and confused. She's a girl, they're all like that once a month. How was I supposed to know it was more than normal...girl...stuff. But I should have caught it, I should have forced her to tell me. It's my fault she got taken, my fault I couldn't protect her. I'm the one that's always supposed to be in danger, not her.

I suppose she should be right mad at me by now. I am being a git, and so is Ron. But I can't just go up to her and tell her I'm sorry. It's not an easy thing to tell a girl you're sorry. They all bloody rub it in your face. So I guess I'll let her come to me. Yeah, I'll let her come to me and apologize for not telling me.

That sounds good in theory, but will she actually do it? More than likely not anytime soon. And that is probably a good thing. Give us all a little time to cool off and get used to the fact things are never going to be the same again. Oh I wish things were the same. She should be sitting here with us right now, scolding Ron about something stupid and nudging me in the ribs for laughing at them. This car is supposed to be filled with laughter and playful bickering. This silence is driving me mad. I just want it to go back to normal.

Normal, do I ever get anything normal? I've never had normal by any standards, so what makes this situation so different. It's not fair! I was supposed to have normal. But no, a stupid proplecy make a maniac kill everything I had and condemned me as a baby.

Maybe I should have been the one taken. Maybe Hermione wouldn't be so mad right now. Maybe I should be the one that all the bad things happen to. It would be fitting after all. Trust Harry to get everyone around him in danger. Maybe I should go apologize to her after all. It would make me feel better...or at least I think it would.

Well, maybe that's not such a good idea. Wonder what Ron is thinking?

Ron:

Bloody hell, just when I think I'm up to date on what's going on someone has to go and throw something new in my face. Why did it have to be Hermione? Why did it have to be the one person I care about more than a friend? Now she's so bloody distant and probably pissed off at me that I'll never get a chance to tell her how I really feel. Good going Ron, just blow it all up before it even starts. Way to go.

Hmm...I wonder if the trolley is gonna get here soon. I'm hungry.

Damn, this situation just isn't good. There has got to be a way out of it. Maybe I can just act like it never happened? Naw, she wouldn't fall for that. After all, I was the one that didn't go see her when she was hurt. She always visited me when I was hurt. I'm such a bloody git. It'll be a wonder if she ever speaks to me again.

But I'm not totally wrong. She did keep a secret that could have put me, and all of us in danger. Isn't that a good enough reason for me to be mad at her? Shouldn't that make her come to me and ask for an apology. If I'm lucky, she might give me a hug.

Hermione, apologize for this? Highly unlikely you idiot. She's not going to do that when you've been such a git about it all. It'll be a wonder if she ever wants to be around you again.

Oh I could really go for a Pumpkin Pasty. Where is that woman with the Trolley? My tummy hurts.

Oh no! Did I pack my socks! I think I left my socks!

Hermione would have reminded me I needed socks if I wasn't being so mean. Or if she hadn't kept a secret from me.

Yeah, I have every right to be mad! She lied to me! I have a reason! Yeah, I'm justified.

Remus:

She's just a child you idiot, what the bloody hell were you thinking? You're her teacher now, and she's gonna hate you for what you have to do. You can't have a relationship with a student! What if any other people find out, what if McGonagall finds out. I'd be sacked and she'd be ruined.

But she needs me, I can see it in her eyes. She was so innocent before this and now she's been thrown into a world I now take for granted. She needs someone to take care of her.

That doesn't mean you had to get in her pants.

She asked for it...

That doesn't make it right. Just admit it, you wanted it.

So what if I did? She did too, so I did nothing wrong.

You old pervert, of course you did! She's a child. C-H-I-L-D. Need I spell it out any more than that? That one word will have you thrown out of the little normalness you know.

I don't have any normalcy. She's all I have that ties me to the normal world. And I'm not going to lose that. She's too important to me.

Since when do you get mushy over a child?

She's not a child and you know it. She's more mature than most women are at my age. She's young, she's dependent on me, she's beautiful, she's smart, and she's just like me. She's someone I can share my whole world with.

She's your student.

She's not my student when the moon takes us out of the school for three days a month.

You're going to base a relationship on three days a month?

It's a start.

And what happens when she leaves, like you know she will. Are you ready to pick up the pieces of your heart?

If I have to, yes.

Is she worth that much to you?

Yes.

Author's Babble:

Did you know that the British word 'bollocks' mean's balls? And if something good happens, they say 'dog's bollocks' (dog balls). What the hell are these people smoking? And gimme some!

Hope you like this. I know a lot of people were left a little wanting as far as emotions and thoughts were progressing. So hopefully this will clarify things a bit. Next chapter will be some time after this one (story time wise). But I do have a deadline of the 31st I plan to meet on the ending.