Good news, my backpack was planted in the gym to be returned, so I have all my work back. So now I only have this weeks work to make up, which is simple so the story is on again! Heres a new chapter, I hope you like.

Remus:

I was fretting, I was going crazy with waiting. It had only been five minutes after I had left her and gotten to the common room...and I already was sick with worry. But I had to do what she asked. I took out a piece of parchment, I wrote everything, to the last word on it about the future.

I then, made copies of it, only three, I put a password no one would ever guess on it...I then called a few owls to me. I gave them extra to deliver this to me in the morning, afternoon, and at dinner the next day...they readily complied.

I saw them fly off to spend their prize on their little things. Only 10 minutes had passed. I paced furiously...I guess James must of heard me, as Sirius did.

"Remus? What's wrong?" James asked.

I couldn't answer, what was I going to say? Oh Hermione has done something illegal by being here and going after Peter, she might go to Azkaban. That's not something you say to your best friend who knows nothing.

"If it goes wrong I'll tell you, but until then you will have to pace with me. Or hope I slip up." I said.

"Its Mione." Sirius stated, and was proved right by Remus's intense blush.

"Er...Remus, why are your robes so small looking? You been gaining weight?" James asked.

Sirius took one good look at me and started to howl in laughter. "Those are Mione's robes aren't they? You get that far? Damn Remus, maybe your waiting to see if shes pregnant." Sirius joked.

James took is seriously. "Are you fucking series? Remus how could you do that?".

I couldn't help but laugh at his face, it was so funny. Me and Sirius fell down laughing, then James realized what was going on.

"I can't believe you two..." He mumbled, feeling like a moron. A very stupid moron.

"No...I'm afraid its more series then that." I said gravely. Sirius and James just peered at me with worry, hoping that everything would turn out for the best.

And I, while they were worrying resumed my pacing.

Hermione:

I went up those steps, and now I had entered his office. I quietly walked up to his desk, he had fallen asleep on it, head cradled in his arms.

"Erm...Professor?" I asked.

"Huh, wha? Miss Wendle? What are you doing out so late child?" He asked, then saw Peter who was covered in blood...and very obviously in pain.

"Why do you have Mr. Pettigrew bound like that Miss Wendle?" He asked, not knowing what was going on...of course he wouldn't.

"I followed him sir...I knew things about him that no one else knew...so I followed him out into a forest...where...where he was meeting other death eaters." I said, stuttering, it was not a everyday occurrence to accuse someone of being a death eater.

He peered at Peter. "Do you have any proof Miss Wendle?" He asked.

"He has a ring on his finger, he was out meeting other death eaters...he had to be. He went into a forest, and entered his huge invisible wall. Grinning so largely, he looked so proud of himself for doing that. That has to be enough proof." I said.

"Miss Wendle...I'm sorry to say, but I see no ring on his finger." Dumbledore said.

"Its invisible." I said, then whispered the counter spell to it, and tapped Peters hand, there showed a bright green ring...and it was a snake.

Dumbledores eyes widened a little, one of his own students...a death eater?

"Miss Wendle may I ask how you knew this exactly." He asked...already knowing how.

"If you asking if I changed something, then I did." I said, bravely.

He then looked at Peter as if remembering he was there. Then locked him up, he had sent him to a place where only he could go. Even I didn't know where.

"Miss Wendle, this could have grave consequences to the future, you know that right?" He asked me.

"Yes...but they could be for the better, my friend could have his parents, Voldemort could be stopped, people would be so much happier." I said.

"Yes, but people that were not meant to die could die, and that could ruin the future." Dumbledore countered. I had never thought of that.

"What if changing that past is the cure?" I asked.

"What if it isn't?"

"What ifs will get us no where." I said to myself sighing.

"To right you are Miss Wendle, or should I say Granger." Dumbledore replied.

"How do you know?" I asked, I had never told him.

"The portraits tell me many things Miss Granger. But only to me." He said. He did have resources...

"We could stop Voldemort." I said. "Before its to late."

"Things will come as they come Miss Granger, please now go to bed, I will not report you...but other people would if they found out. Like Peter if he knew what was going on. Hes not as stupid as he looks." Dumbledore said, clearly warning me.

"I know hes smarter then he looks, that's we I have to silence him." I said, no pity, no mercy on my part.

"I will take the necessary measures to keep your secret still a secret." With his promise I left, feeling much better, and went back to a furiously pacing Remus, who had almost bitten off his fingers off with worry.

Remus:

She entered the common room, and in a second I was over there, hugging her tight to my chest. She was back...but was she her?

"Mione?" I asked.

"I thought we got past that." She joked to me.

It had to be her it had to...she smelled the same. Contrary to most beliefs, no matter how many changing potions you took, including polyjuice potions...you could never change you scent enough. And werewolf's senses were strong enough to know that.

Sirius and James stood there, taking in the scene quietly. Remus has really found someone...who loved him for him. They sneaked away, and up to their rooms to leave the two alone.

Peter:

Peter sat there in the dark, waiting for the Dark Lord to come and get him. The plan was working. It would soon be over, and the Dark Lord would rule the world...with Peter being his accomplice.

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