I started this in 2013. Then I left it until 2020 and now I've been working on several oneshots at the same time to finish some of them. And this was one of them. As I'm writing this I have about 500 words written and almost all will be re-written. But if it's ever finished and put up then I hope you like it.

It's a bit fun the title I ended up with. As I have another story called secrets revealed. That one is not a oneshot and it's not something you'd need to care about but it's still fun.

It's told from both Remus and Hermione's POV. It starts with Remus'

I coughed while I walked through one of Hogwarts' many hallways. There had been a nasty case of flu going around the last few weeks. I had caught it and despite potions and spells I just couldn't seem to get rid of the last bits. The fact that full mean had hit in the middle of the part where I was at my worst hadn't helped.

Now I had almost been able to shake it off and I was almost back to normal I had taken one extra day off and spent it in the library to get caught up in all work- the children wouldn't have minded that.

But now, as I went from the library towards the staffs' bedrooms I just couldn't help but feeling like I wasn't alone in the hallway despite the late night and that the students should all be in their dorms by now.

I suddenly heard and jumped high when someone coughed. I stopped and looked around and just as she coughed again I was almost where I turned the corner and was lost.

"Hermione?"

The young girl didn't look up when I called her name, but I recognized her on her thick, brown hair and the big, jabbed bag that laid next to her. She was wrapped in a warm mantel and in fact I couldn't help but worry when she coughed again and it almost sounded like she had trouble breathing.

"Hermione?"

I called her name again and kneeled by her. She didn't stir and I reached out my hand and laid it towards her forehead, in the move I pushed away some tresses that had been almost glued to it by sweat.

"Gosh. You're burning up."

I half whispered, half mumbled to myself more than to Hermione and hesitated for a minute about what to do. I should probably take her to the hospital wing, but I knew what Madam Pomfrey was like and especially at this time of night. When Hermione coughed again it didn't sound as it had before and I had some potions left from when I was sick myself.

At last I decided that this was nothing I couldn't deal with myself and that in this case Hermione could deal without fussing. So I lifted her up with a flick of my wand and then threw the shoulder strap of her bag over my shoulder.

And then almost fell over from the weight only.

"My Gosh Hermione." I whispered to myself mostly. "How many courses are you taking? And how do you have time for them all."

If Hermione had as many courses as it felt like lifting her bag it was no wonder she got sick. And it was no wonder she collapsed in the middle of the hallway.

My own room wasn't far away and thankfully the hallways were empty this time at night so I made it all the way without meeting someone, until we came to my bedroom, and with another flick of my wand I laid her down on my bed. Just as I laid her down something slipped out from her shirt, something that hung from around her neck and I recognized it- it was a time turner.

So that's how she could have time for all of those classes!

I carefully pulled the chain over her head and put the necklace in a side pocket of her bag not to lose it somewhere.

Hermione coughed again just as I laid her down. She seemed so out of it I didn't want to wake her up for anything in the world. But I got a glass of water and two kinds of potions that I put on the bedside table until she woke up.

I didn't want to just sit down and watch her sleeping and make her uncomfortable if nothing else. So before I went to sit down I got a book from a shelf and started reading. I hadn't meant to fall asleep, I wanted to be awake if Hermione woke up. But my mind too was tired and ridden by the flu and my head fell to the side and the book to the floor as I too fell asleep.

Hermione POV

The last thing I remembered was leaving the library…

I groaned and started moving. Every little piece of my body felt achy and stiff. But I still felt I was lying on something soft with a blanket over me, and my aching head laid towards a pillow also when I opened my eyes just a little and then forced myself to sit up.

I didn't recognize the room I was in. But there was a bed and a table and it looked like a one room- flat with the bed in one corner and a kitchen in another- this must be one of the teachers' bedroom. And Professor Lupin sat sleeping in a chair in the corner so it must be his.

Outside the windows it was barely light and early in the morning. I must have been asleep, or unconscious for hours while I had only meant to go to my dorm and study some more now I was finally back to being only one person instead of one as myself and one as a time-turner-me.

Then, as I sat up and groaned Professor Lupin was startled and woke up himself, he looked at me and it seemed to take him a second to remember what he had done.

"Hermione."

Without even knowing what I was doing I almost flew up onto my feet, figured where my robes and my bag was- I would have taken them off and ran to class but was interrupted when I was hit by a dizziness spell so hard I fell back onto the bed with only one side of the robes pulled on.

"It's okay." Through everything spinning I could hear Professor Lupin talking to me and felt it when he pushed something into my hand. "Take a sip… breathe Hermione. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

Slowly the dizziness started to ease, I could tell the colors from each other and took a sip from the glass he'd given me before I put it on the bedside table. Before I stood up- slower this time and pulled my robes on and took my bag…

"Hermione."

This time it was feeling the heaviness on my bag that set it off and before I ended up as dizzy as before I dropped it on the floor and leaned forward, putting my head in my hands.

"It's okay. I haven't taken you here to hurt you. You don't have to stay here. I can take you to the hospital wing or to your dorm right away if you want. It's just that… I was sick often as a child and I know exactly how fussing Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing can be- and you haven't seemed like someone that would appreciate that."

I could have said I agreed with him, considering what he had been going through ever since long before he came to Hogwarts he'd probably spent more time in the hospital Wing than anyone else that had ever gone to Hogwarts. I also know she has some potions that would make you feel better but she's usually out of them at the worst point when she doesn't get any time to make new since the last person was ill."

"Thank you. But… but I have to."

I had classes, it was Friday and I had important classes and homework.

Maybe if I could just get away from professor Lupin for as much as a second I could use the timeturner to go back in time and I could both rest and go to classes- just like I should.

But for some reason I couldn't find it. I felt for the necklace and the timeturner around my neck but I couldn't feel it.

I'd promised professor McGonagall how I wouldn't tell anyone and I would keep it whole and safe under any circumstances. And here I was, I was tired and dizzy, I was pretty sure I had a temperature and I couldn't remember anything from the library and ending up here.

"It's okay." While I felt around my neck for at least the twentieth time Professor Lupin was in the room again, then gestured towards the bedside table where the necklace laid. "I won't tell anyone."

I froze in the move until what Professor Lupin had said finally sunk in.

I wanted to feel relieved, maybe I should. Maybe I should, maybe I should tell Professor McGonagall. But then maybe she'd take it from me and there was no way I could get through all of this year's classes without it and then I would fail…

I hadn't even noticed myself but I'd stood up and started hyperventilating. How could I even think of being here? How could I even think of being ill and letting that keep me from studying? I needed to get back to my classes.

What classes did I have today?

"Hermione?" Professor Lupin had come over to me while I was gone into my own thoughts. "It's okay. Sch, sch, sch." He laid a hand on my shoulder and carefully pushed me to sit down on the bed again. "Deep breaths, sch. It's okay."

"I have to get to class."

It came out nothing more than half a whimper half a whisper. Professor Lupin didn't answer.

"Sch, sch, sch." He kept stroking my arm. "It's okay. Just breathe for now, okay?"

Then why was it so hard? How couldn't I get air in and out at a slower pace than just this.

It felt like it took a million years before, but then slowly, they got a bit slower, and a bit slower. The pressure on my chest disappeared and it was with a voice clearer and steadier than before I finally said something.

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall I know about the timeturner and how I found out about it. I'm certain it won't come as a problem… I know you have many classes right now." He said, calmly at last as if he could read my thoughts. "And I know there's a lot of pressure on you to do well in all of them. As a third thing, I do know that if you weren't so stressed you wouldn't have gotten sick."

"I just caught a bug."

"I know. But it wouldn't have hit you so hard. Believe me Hermione. I was sick a lot as a child and I know exactly what stress does to you."

Sick? Well. I'd guess someone like him was constantly worried about the next full moon so he would always have been.

But the relief that I would at least not have to be punished by Professor McGonagall that someone else knew about the time turner made me so tired again…

I couldn't remember a bug ever having made me so tired, I couldn't have been awake for two minutes even but my eyelids were falling closed again and I saw no way to keep them open.

Remus POV

I couldn't help but smile slightly but worryingly. Hermione couldn't even have woken up properly…

I went back to sorting out old essays and barely even knew time was passing by. In fact the first time I noticed it was, was when a I suddenly started feeling that it would be lunch time soon and I was really hungry. ¨

I knew how long it had been since I ate, it must have been at least as long since Hermione did.

"DeeDee."

I was speaking right out into the air, But just like I had the brown little, brown- eyed house elf turned up right in front of me.

"Professor Lupin, sir called DeeDee." She said in a squeaky voice. "What can she do for Professor Lupin, sir."

I gestured towards Hermione who didn't make any intention to have seen that I did. "This is Hermione Granger. She's in Gryffindor year three. Can you find out what classes she has and go tell her teachers she's sick and won't be there for class. Then ask the teachers to tell Harry Potter and Ron Weasley."

I didn't even know why I wanted a teacher to tell the boys and not DeeDee herself. But I just knew that was right.

"That's what DeeDee shall do for Professor Lupin, sir."

DeeDee disappeared into the air while I sat down again and started working on some work. It wasn't potion science that if Hermione woke up she wouldn't want me to just sit and stare at her sleep- knowing I was a monster or not.

Maybe an hour later, I thought about something else. Knowing I'd need some help for it I called my little friend again.

"DeeDee?"

There was a bang again and she turned up again.

"Professor Lupin, sir called for DeeDee again. She has told all Miss Granger's teachers she won't show for class. Is there something else Professor Lupin, sir would like DeeDee to do?"

"First of all you can stop calling me sir," I smiled at her. "And second." I nodded towards Hermione again. "We could need something to eat for lunch, none of us had any breakfast actually. But something that goes well when you're ill. Maybe soup and some toast. Can you do that?"

"DeeDee can do that for you and Miss Hermione"

With another bang DeeDee was gone again, but soon she was back with a couple of friends with what I had asked for and they put it on the table.

"Great job guys." I went to wake Hermione up and the house elves disappeared on their own again. "Hermione…" I shook her shoulder. "Hermione." She stirred and rubbed her eyes. "I was thinking you might like some lunch."

Hermione POV

I ate slowly, still it felt like my stomach was twisting at every bite.

Despite that I kept eating, still I knew I'd have to take the punishment for it as soon as I was finished.

And wasn't I right? It had been the same since I was little and ate anything when I was ill- as if on cue when I had eaten one portion I felt my stomach twist.

"I need the bathroom."

I got on my feet, but a new dizziness spell hit me and I fell to my knees. And still as nauseous I just couldn't help it when I heaved and threw up right on the floor.

"It's okay." Before anything else Professor Lupin was right by my side, held my hair back with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. "Just relax and you'll feel loads better."

Relax was easier said then done, I couldn't even get a breath in before I heaved again and kept remembering someone would have to clean this up.

"I'm sorry."

I mumbled right after I could lean down and sit on my knees.

"Don't say you're sorry. It's not your fault."

Professor Lupin led me back to the bed but on my shaky legs I didn't reach it. And right next to it I sunk onto my knees. Leaning my head against the cold bedframe and it felt nice and cool against my warm forehead.

"Finished?"

"Yeah…" I mumbled and forced myself to keep my eyes open. Professor Lupin waved with his wand in the air and the vomit was gone from the floor. "Thank you."

Professor Lupin supported me while I shakily got onto my feet and then handed me a glass of water to get rid of the taste. But once he had his back turned towards me I couldn't help but remember his secret too.

I was very well aware that Professor R. J. Lupin could live a whole normal life in between every full moon.

But there just had to be something more. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"I…" I had been only sitting on the bed and watched Professor Lupin sort out papers where he sat by the table. "I should probably go back to my dorm now."

I stood up, I felt as bad as before but I didn't want to put it on someone else and I just kept getting a bad feeling about someone who was a werewolf. Now I could at least stand up and pull my robes on, then took my bag and hung it over one shoulder.

"Thanks for taking care of me." I made sure I said. "I'm sorry…"

"For what? For being sick?"

I couldn't find a good answer. But I kept thinking about all the times- both as a teacher and all the times he must have as the student pretending, he was sick…

One more time I wondered if I should tell him that I knew his secret. After all he knew mine and he was going to take it to Professor McGonagall, which was more than I could have asked for.

"It's not your fault. We all get sick every now and again."

He must have been "sick" a lot of times.

"I guess I'll see you next week some time."

"Don't come back Monday if you're not well."

I didn't even answer to that

"Thank you…"

Without waiting for another answer I left, I just needed to get to my dorm without fainting again.

Halfway through the hallway I turned, thanks to magic from outside the "flat" for the teachers looked much smaller from the outside.

I would have to admit though after everything. I did appreciate Professor Lupin kindly taking care of me himself instead of taking me to the always so fussing Madame Pomfrey.

The least I could do for him, and also because he'd promised to keep my secret, was to keep it from both Harry, Ron and as well as everyone else about what I knew.

Random fact (I always leave at least one at the end of a chapter)

Like I said in the beginning A/N I started this in 2013 when I had an obsession for sickfics. I also had an obsession for parents (or parental figures like teachers) taking care of younger kids/ students etc. I'm still obsessed with them haha. But this one, being so long since I started it ended up kind of weirdly.

It did seem like a believable reason though that Remus would take care of Hermione himself rather than taking her to Madame Pomfrey.

Well, that's the end. I hope you liked it.