I know its kinda short, but I did want a little cliffe, but no worries I'll update soon.

Hermione:

I could feel my face turn red, had I just almost kissed Remus? No, I couldn't let that happen, I can't get attached. I have to go back someday and when I do...he would be cured. But then again...what if that was the cure?

Never before have I done that, it was abnormal, it was like a fish trying to fly. I looked quickly around to see if anyone suspected anything. They did, but it wasn't about that almost kiss.

James was the first one to question me, he was so much like Harry...oh how I missed Harry. I looked at him longingly, almost imagining the scar on his smooth forehead.

He may of asked me a question, but I was so busy staring. Finally someone was waving a hand in front of my face...Sirius.

"Hey, you. Do you have a staring problem?" Sirius asked, nodding his head towards James would was quickly getting frustrated.

I shook my head and sighed. "No, he reminds me so much of a friend I have, I mean once had." I said. That just made Sirius narrow his eyes at me, I know they were curious.

James then came up to me and shouted at me. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME OR NOT!?"

"Sorry I wasn't you can ask again though if you want, or would you rather just listen?" I asked.

They were all silent, except Remus, he seemed to be a little edgy, perhaps wondering about what happened last night.

"My name is Mione Wendle. That is not my real name, so don't ask me what it is because I will not tell you willingly. I can't tell you where I come from, the people I know, how I know this school so well. I also cannot tell you about how I have come to know certain things, because if I do it could put everything in jeopardy." I said.

"Understood, other then that ask away." I finished.

They just looked at my dumbstruck. Finally James was the one with the first question.

"Why didn't Remus bite you?" He asked.

"I honestly don't know, I have never read anything like it before." I said truthfully.

He seemed to see that I was telling the truth, then started whispering with the other guys. Remus was the next one to ask a question. "So if you tell us all of the things you've already listed, what would be in jeopardy?" He asked.

I thought about that for a minute, "A lot of lives." I simply said, I didn't need to say no more then that I thought.

Peter then had the guts to ask a question. "If we can't ask any of the questions you said not to ask, then how do we know if you aren't a spy for you-know-who?" He asked.

I felt anger take over my body. "Like you have any room to talk you disgusting rat! And its Voldemort, or are you afraid to say his name you disgusting thing that calls itself human." That was just the start to my anger sadly.

I already had my wand whipped out, and was advancing on Peter. "Like you have any room to talk!" I kept repeating. "YOU KILLED THEM. YOUR THE CAUSE OF EVERYTHING!" I cried out. He should be dead, and I was going to do it unless I didn't get stopped, I knew I would.

"YOU FUCKING KILLED THEM!" I screamed at his cowering body in front of me. My voice was beginning to utter a spell, and I didn't know what I was saying.

Then I felt myself being tackled, and pinned to the ground. Yes I was crying, and I kept on screaming that he killed them. Everyone in the room had gone deathly pale, thinking I had gone crazy or something, I knew that's what they thought.

"Here, drink this." Remus's voice said to me.

"No. I wont drink anything." I said, I didn't know what it was, I wasn't going to drink it.

I felt a small bottle being put to my lips. I struggled, I wasn't going to drink anything. I kept my mouth stubbornly closed. He tried to coax me into drinking it, but I would do no such thing, finally he gave up.

"Can I let you up without you attacking Peter." He asked.

"For now." I said, glaring coldly at Peter.

He got off, and I stood up, but not without being confronted with James. "What the hell was that about?" James asked.

I shrugged. "I am inclined to not say anything about that, and apologize to you, Remus, and Sirius for the outburst." I said.

"Why not to Peter?" James asked.

"Because the only thing he deserves is Azkaban, not an apology." I said, "Or preferably the dementors kiss."

That wretched gasps from all of them. So far...so bad. Everything was going wrong, way wrong.

"Umm...guys I gotta go...I have some things to research ." I said. I began walking towards the door, but Sirius blocked my way.

"I think we do deserve some explanations Mione." He said. Now he was being serious, something that should of never happen for at least 20 years.

"As I said before I cannot tell you without putting many lives on stake. Its hard enough now. Now don't make me make you move." I said, and he laughed. He stood there and laughed.

"You? A spindly little thing like you?" He asked.

I sighed. I turned around as if admitting defeat, and he smirked even more. "Expelliarmus!" I cried out, effectively catching Sirius wand, and knocking him from blocking the door way. I then ran out the door, and finally reached the library.

I looked down in my hand, realizing I still had Sirius's wand. Damn. I knew they would find me here in a matter of minutes, after realizing that their map would be a useful little tool. With that time I searched.

I found a book on time travel, and looked for anything in there that said 'The Cure'. My search provided fruitless. Finally I just ran into the restricted section, and set to search in there. I pulled up many books on time travel, and finally the index of one said...

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Cried out James voice, damn almost there too. I felt the wands fly out of my hand, and myself pushed a few feet back. I didn't care about that though.

I feel straight on my arse, and then began to flip though the book. Which I carefully bewitched before hand to not let them see the title, or what it was about. I was muttering, I knew I was.

"Where is it...where is it!" I was turning pages...finally!

Very softly to myself I began to read.

" 'The Cure' as they call it is a fabled book that has yet to be found. It is said that if taken up by someone, the next person they look at, talk to, or even think of sometimes is sent back in time to fix their future. If successful the person can choose to return to their time. If not, they never came back, or they did but had to stay in that time until the other time came.

This book is fabled, and people have claimed to be sent back by it. It has never been found and recorded, if this book is found..." Then it went on about contacting the ministry.

I cried, I felt tears swamping my eyes, trying to come out. But I couldn't let them. I re-shelfed the book and looked up to the boys standing above me. Even Peter was pointing a wand at me.

Remus:

She had begun to read, and I heard every word she said, my hearing was a gift, but also a curse. Why was she looking up something like that? Was she sent back in time...no that's impossible. It couldn't be.

She had been ranting Peter had killed someone, she seemed to know who everyone was...she seemed to be sad when she looked around at all of these people...did she know what was going to happen.

I then turned to James. "Give me her wand." I ordered. He just looked at me, but soon relented. I tossed it back to Mione. The rest of them looked at me like I was crazy, why would I be giving someone who tried to kill Peter her wand back.

"Guys," I said turning to the other three. "I have to talk to Mione, alone. I think it would be best if you left."

"Remus-" James began.

"What if shes a spy, she will kill you like she tried to kill me!" Peter said, afraid for his friend.

"Peter, you better watch it, if you say that, I swear, I will take a wizards oath to kill you." Mione said, and I believed her for one.

"We should take her to Dumbledore." Sirius said.

"Let me talk to her guys, if you have any trust in me at all you will leave me alone with her." I said becoming impatient.

"Fine, if you come back hurt in any way at all, shes going to pay for it." James said, and I knew he would carry out the threat.

I turned to her, I knew that time travel, or at least someone so young coming back seemed...unreal but I knew I had to ask, it all seemed to fit.

"What year was it for you?" I asked her, I knew she got it right away, for I could see the fear in her eyes.

She bowed her head, "1996" She said. Her secret was out.

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