Over the summer Remus and I got closer and closer, in fact the first two weeks he let me sleep in his room after I woke him up screaming in my sleep. It helped a lot; in fact I only got the nightmare once or twice a week afterwards.

One night on the fourth week of my stay Remus mysteriously disappeared. I knew where he was and why, but to be truthful I was pissed that he hadn't told me he was a werewolf. So the next day when mom was running errands I cornered him in his room.

"Sooo," I drawled out, "Where were you last night."

His eyes widened in terror, "I-I-I was at James' house."

"Really?" I said raising one of my eyebrows, a little something I had learned from a certain pair of identical boys, "'cause you said that you were going to take me with you next time you went."

"Oh yeah," he said, "I forgot. You can come with me next time."

"Okay," I said with a smirk, "So where were you really?"

He gulped nervously, and his eyes darted around. That's when I started feeling guilty for cornering him.

I sighed and stepped to the side giving him room to leave then said, "Know what, never mind. If it's that important to you I know you won't tell me until you're absolutely ready, but know this, I have a right to know, I'm your sister."

He stared at me for a moment before quickly shuffling out without a word. I sighed again.

Later that night I was lying on my bed deep in thought.

'I have a right to know don't I.' I wondered.

'So does he!' an annoying voice in my head that sounded suspiciously like Harry retorted.

'Yeah I guess, but-'

'But what?! Forcing him to tell you while not telling him is just hypocritical'

'But what if he hates me, what if he never trusts me again'

'What do you think is going through his mind when he thinks about you finding out he's a werewolf… the exact same thing!'

'Yeah… but-'

"Emma," a voice interrupted my thoughts.

I rolled over on my bed to see a nervous looking Remus standing in my doorway.

"Yes?" I said uncertainly.

He swallowed and said, "C-can we talk?"

"Sure," I said, "Come in."

He shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed.

"About earlier," he began but I cut him off.

"Forget about it we all have our secrets."

"No. You were right, you have a right to know."

"I-"

"Don't," he said, "just listen. I-I… I'm ready to tell you."

I gave him a look of utter disbelief.

"I-I-I'm a… a w-were-werewolf. There I said it, and I would understand if you hate me and never want to talk to me again," he choked out and got up to leave but I grabbed his wrist before he could.

"Remus," I began and he averted his eyes, "Sit down and look at me."

Hesitantly he did as he was told but instead of looking at me he fixed his eyes on something behind me.

"Remus," I barked impatiently, "Look at me."

He finally looked at me his eyes filled with sadness. I leaned over and gave him a hug.

"I don't care what you are. In fact I knew before you even met me. The only thing that matters is the fact that you told me."

He smiled sadly at me and croaked, "Thanks."

I smiled at him than frowned as I realized that I had to tell him the truth.

"Remus," I began before I could change my mind, "There's something I need to tell you."

He looked at me curiously.

I took a deep breath then quickly mumbled, "'mfrmthftr"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What?"

I sighed.

"I'm from the future," I repeated solemnly, "Twenty years to be exacted."

"Are you feeling okay?" Remus asked and shocked me by putting his hand on my forehead. "You don't feel too warm," He continued his voice filled with concern.

"Remus, Stop. I'm not sick… it's true."

"Emma, come on, you can't believe that I'll bloody believe this."

"That's not even my name." I said in barely a whisper tears threatening to pour. "My name's Hermione… Hermione Granger."

Remus eye's widened when he saw my watering eyes, "I'm sorry Emma but I just need proof."

"Okay," I said composing myself, "Your full name is Remus John Lupin, you were bitten by a werewolf when you were five, your dad died not long after that. When you were eleven you got a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, there you met your three best friends James Harold Potter, Sirius Orion Black, and Peter Pettigrew, you never told them you were a werewolf because you thought they'd hate you, in fifth year they figured it out and mastered the art of being animagi in order to help you during the full moon. James is a stag, Sirius is a black dog, and Peter is a rat. Together you four are the marauders, Moony (you), Wormtail (Peter), Padfoot (Sirius), and Prongs (James). The four of you created a map of Hogwarts that shows where everyone is in the castle and most of the secret passageways. James has an invisibility cloak that you guys use along with the map in order to sneak out of the castle. James is in love with a girl named Lily Evans, a muggle born who is best friends with your worst enemy. Do I need to continue or was that enough?"

Remus' eyes were wide with shock. "No that's quite enough."

"You believe me?" I asked him.

He nodded his head.

"You hate me don't you?" I said eyes watering again.

"No!" he said in a panicking tone, "Never!"

He then reached over and pulled me into a backbreaking hug.

"Don't you ever think that…Hermione right? That name fits you."

I laughed.

"You are the best little brother in the whole world."

"Technically I'm twenty years older than you."

"Technically you're twenty years older than me, and I don't exist, but we're not speaking in technical terms so that means you're still my little brother."

He laughed at that.

A/N

I'm not very Pleased with this chapter it seems to rushed but it's your opinion that matters not mine. And those of you who think that this is a Remus/Hermione it's not, that's just not right in any way shape or form, even if they aren't really siblings. This is going to be a Hermione/James don't like it don't read it. Reviews are great but I'm not going to beg. If you don't like it don't review. if you do like it go ahead they are accepted. Oh yeah before I forget…

Disclaimer: the day I'm able to score ten hat tricks in under five minutes during an actual hockey game will be the day I own Harry Potter, whoops never mind not even then (which is sad because that will never happen