A/N: Hi Everyone.

A/N: Hi everyone. I'm so sorry for not posting in so long, but my hard drive crashed and I've been trying to retrieve them. When it crashed it also fried my power supply. I happen to have these few chapters in my email still so I was able to get to them. I have no clue how long this is going to take so I'm just going to post the few chapters I have today. Again I'm so sorry, but I will try to get the others back asap. Otherwise, I'm going to have to rewrite everything.

Thank you all for the awesome reviews you left me, I haven't been able to even get to them right now. I'm using a friends computer and her Internet service sucks. I hope to be back up and running soon. Take Care everyone.

Here is another flash forward for you all. I know many of you have said that you really love reading them. Thank you everyone that left me their thoughts and reviews. I will get to them as soon as possible, I promise. Oh, I was having issues with marking when I jumped from one day in my story to another. So I marked the breaks with several of these (((. It was the only way FF would let me do it.

Special Thanks to Kristine Thorne, my very wonderful Beta. You rock lady.

Chapter 19

1994-Beginning of Hermione's fourth year at Hogwarts

The Quidditch World Cup was a spectacular event in the wizarding world. Witches and Wizards from all over the world attended. Which is why Voldemort sent his band of Death Eaters to attack at it.

Several of the Dark Lord's most trusted followers were to lead small groups of Death Eaters around the grounds. The multiple groups could do more damage than just a single group alone could do.

Severus was among those leading the small groups. He and his group arrived and started their terror. He heard many screams and shouts as the wizards and witches around them tried to run away.

He was doing what he had been ordered to do, to scare the hell out of everyone and try to capture anyone of importance that they run into. But even in the confusion he spots her.

Hermione is there and he curses. What is she doing here? She doesn't even like Quidditch. The only time she even cares about a game is when her house is playing and even then its only due to cheering for Potter. Then, he saw her holding onto her small group of friends, a look of fear on her face. So that's why she's here.

He watched, while still leading his men like he had been ordered to lead, as her group of friends hide behind a tent right in the path of him and his men. Thinking fast, he quickly makes his group of men change directions, so they won't find her.

He loses her for a moment, and then he hears her scream. He doesn't even know how he can pick out her scream out of the thousands around him, but he does.

He was ready to blow his cover and rescue her if need be, but then he realized she was just being carried along in the crowd running for safety. Only now he can't see her at all. Fearing looking for her and bringing his fellow Death Eaters near her, he can't try to find her. Though everything in side in is screaming to make sure she is safe.

After the small skirmish, their job of scaring everyone done, all the Death Eaters left. All but him. He waits, hidden in the trees, trying to see if she is among the fallen bodies. Praying she got out safely. Then, he saw her. Saw her running towards her friend Potter in the middle of the desecrated field.

She's safe. He sighed in relief and knowing he can't stay there, he is gone with a crack mere seconds before the Aurors arrive.

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Severus was in a foul mood while in study hall later during the first half of the school year. A while back he had been sitting at the staff's table eating breakfast. The Daily Profit arrived via owl as he sipped at his morning tea. His eyes had strayed where they always seem to these days, over to the Gryffindor table. He saw Hermione get her own copy of the paper as she talked to her idiotic friends.

He had been thinking that Potter had the uncanny ability of getting himself into trouble and unfortunately Hermione always seemed to get dragged into it as well. Luckily this year, she couldn't be apart of the dangerous events that Harry was partaking of. Something he was very grateful for.

His mood had been decent as he slowly unrolled his paper and set about reading it. The picture that met him had him growling softly. Hermione was seen in it running and throwing her arms around Potter before pulling back and looking guiltily at the camera.

He had quickly read what was written about it and his anger grew. What in the buggering hell? Hermione was chasing after Viktor Krum? After having had a secret romance with Potter? Did I miss something?

He had never seen anything but friendly hugs and the need to protect each other. He would have thought they acted more like siblings than anything else. Hell, she had said as much to him years ago. But Viktor Krum? Bulgarian Seeker? That doesn't seem right, but its possible. All the other empty headed female students are sniffing after him like a cat in heat.

He had been glaring at his paper, his decent mood vanished as he finished reading the story under the photo. His eyes landed once again on the Gryffindor table. I will strangle her this time. He had thought as his fists clenched around the paper.

But it had been seeing the flash of anger in her eyes as she read her own paper to her friends that made him pause in his decision to murder the little twit.

The more she read, the angrier she seemed to become. He slipped into her mind and saw all the nasty little things she planned on doing to Skeeter if she ever got her hands on the woman for lying.

He was relieved and even smirked as he reread the paper. Looks like Ms. Rita Skeeter has no idea exactly whom she is dealing with. But he knew. He had seen what Hermione would become.

He had found himself chuckling softly as he folded the paper and went back to his breakfast. His mood much improved again.

But now he was in a foul mood once again. He had seen Krum looking and winking at Hermione many times. Seen her smile and blush slightly over it before returning back to whatever she had been doing before. Acting like nothing had happened.

But he had also seen how much the older boy was hanging around the library when she was in it. Paying too much attention to her as she studied. Knowing the Bulgarian boy didn't have enough brain cells to care about books that much to be in the library as often as he was.

Severus had heard about this silly Yule Ball everyone was talking about. He was annoyed at being forced to go in the first place. But now he couldn't seem to get his dunderheaded students to focus because of the stupid dance.

Even now in study hall, he had been forced to get many students back to focusing on their assignments. Especially Hermione's idiotic friends sitting next to her, while trying to figure out how to get a date. It was last minute and it seemed the Moron Twins, as he thought of them at times, still didn't have one.

He had been checking over someone's work when he heard Ron speak. "Hermione, you're a girl." His words made Severus glance their way.

"Last time I checked Ronald." She said, pausing to peer over at them, looking slightly insulted.

Severus rolled his eyes because he could see what was coming. He headed over to them, even more annoyed that they'd try to get her to go with them. He noticed Potter trying to warn Weasley, but the dunderhead was oblivious as usual.

"Care to come with one of us?" The red head asked as he badly mimicked dancing, making Severus even angrier. His eyes blazed and without thinking, he lifted the composition book he had just received from a student, and smacked Ron in the head with it.

Seeing as Harry had been included in the invitation to his Hermione, and the boy was now snickering, Severus reacheed over and smacked him too with the book. He noticed Hermione ducked slightly, expecting to get a smack as well, but he would never hit her. Strangle her yes, hit her no.

Glaring at both boys, he started to walk off when he heard Ron go on like Severus hadn't just smacked him. "It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, for a girl it's just sad."

Hearing this Severus rolled his eyes again and sighed at the boy's lack of tact until he heard Hermione speak. "I wont be going alone. Because believe it or not, someone's asked me." She all but snarled quietly at them.

Severus bit back a growl at hearing this, as Hermione got up and stormed over to him looking thoroughly angry. He glared down at her, still annoyed as she turned in her own completed work.

He snatched it from her and watched as she stormed back to her table to grab her things. Bending down to add a final snarl to her quiet rant. "And I said yes."

She turned and flounced away. Her face angry but hurt too as his eyes followed her. Now, even more annoyed that the Moron Twins had upset her and hurt her feelings, he went back over to them and heard Ron going on still.

"Bloody hell, she's lying right?" Severus glared knowing Hermione's never lied. Well, not yet anyway.

Harry, at that, point decided to answer. "Yeah, I guess so."

Severus again rolled his eyes and set the turned in homework on a nearby table. He lifted his arm to pull up his sleeves up, one by one, and grabed both of their heads. His hands rough as he shoved their heads back over their books and took great satisfaction in hearing them grunt in mild pain from the force of it.

Finally the day of the ball arrived. Severus is still very much annoyed over the whole affair, but knows there is no other option. He must attend.

He arrived inside early, as he had been asked to do. Taking a stance in the center of the room so he can see out over the room from in front of the stage where the band will be performing.

The students file in and his eyes rake over them. Searching for the one person he is actually looked forward to seeing. Hermione.

The room was full and still she hadn't appeared. Is she not coming after all? Had she lied after all? He found he was torn by relief and disappointment all together. He had hoped to see her this evening, but he was also glad that she wasn't going to be one of the many girls pawed at tonight by their dates.

He heard the music start up and knew the champions were about to arrive with their dates. He glanced that way and watched the procession of students file in. Taking in Cedrick and his date, Fleur and hers, Potter and his date, and as his eyes fall on the last couple, his breathing backed up in his lungs.

Hermione and Krum. She looks utterly gorgeous. He thought while taking her in. Her slightly bushy but curly hair was completely tamed. Pulled up and away from her face leaving only a small set of shiny ringlets to grace one shoulder.

Her dress in pale lilac, with its wide collar that has only a hint of sheer material to grace her almost bare shoulders. The dress flowed down in lightly wavy ruffles in a darker lilac, looking more like lavender, before ending in her feet in dark purple. She looked like a delicate flower. She is stunning. He thought briefly.

But it was her face that drew his gaze. She had favored her before, but now she looked so much like the woman that came to him during his seventh year. Looked so much like the woman she would become that he was mesmerized.

He saw her smiling nervously at different ones that were staring at her. Her smile, though shaky with her nerves, was infectious. But it was her smile that made him pause. Her teeth were back to normal after Draco had shot the spell at her to enlarge her front teeth.

Severus had felt guilty for making her cry. Saying that he saw no difference in how large they were. It had taken much for him not turn on Draco for hurting her, even if only mentally. He knew he had been cold and mean to her all during her school years. Hermione had told him as much during several conversations they'd had while they were together in his seventh year. He hadn't known that she was speaking of him specifically at the time. Just that her Potion's Professor at her old school had been horrible to her and her friends. Always siding against her and her friends, always being cruel for no reason other than to be hateful.

It was remembering how awful she had spoken of him that made him keep up the pretence of being rude and cold. He didn't want to change what she knew. She had done her best to keep the time line intact, so he too did his best. Though at times, it was difficult to be so spiteful towards her. It had pained him many times to humiliate her and even reduce her to tears a few times. But he knew he must. Not just for the time line, but to not rouse suspicion either. Many of his students had parents that were Death Eaters. If he showed any favouritism towards the bushy haired girl, it would have gotten back and possibly blown his cover.

What Hermione didn't know, was how he had made sure that Madame Pomfrey was able to quickly and painlessly fix her teeth. That he had also ensured that Draco got caught with another misdeed, as punishment for what he had done to Hermione. Though the punishment hadn't satisfied the dark haired man nearly enough. It was at least something. It was a small thing he could do for Hermione to try and make up for the anguish caused to her, even if no one but him knew he had done it.

As he continued to watch her, he saw her eyes meet Weasley's as she gave a nervous giggle. His eyes followed her to the dance floor where he watched Krum take her hand and waist, making him growl slightly.

His eyes never left her as she was spun around the floor and lifted into the air. Her movements were graceful as she spun around and stepped in time to the music. No matter how crowded the dance floor became, he never lost sight of her.

Later in the night, the orchestra had retired and the rock band Dumbledore had hired was playing. He had moved off towards a corner, but still his eyes were on her. Watched as she danced in the huge crowd, looking embarrassed but smiling as she was having fun.

He couldn't help but think about how lovely she truly was when she smiled or laughed. He'd always thought so, especially all those years ago.

He watched as the couple left the group still dancing and headed back to her table of friends who looked bored and annoyed. He saw Krum bow slightly and kiss his hand, and his eyes narrowed as she smiled and grew flustered at the gesture.

She really likes the young man. He thought to himself as she sat with her friends, smiling and looking flushed while talking to them. He knew he couldn't really be upset at seeing her with anyone right then. She didn't know him like that yet. She wasn't his yet. No matter that she came to him so many years ago. He wouldn't want her as she is now anyway. Underage and not yet fully matured into the woman he fell in love with. But it was seeing her here and now simply made him ache for that woman she would become. Made him miss her all that much more.

When he saw her smile slowly fade as she talked to her friends, he moved closer. The closer he got the more he saw that she was really upset, but before he could hear what was being said, she got up and went over to talk to Krum.

What have her block-headed friends done now? He wondered. Underage or not, he was still protective of her. He doesn't want her hurt. Neither physically or emotionally. Even though he himself had hurt her many times over the years. But it was different. He had no choice, where as her friends were simply idiots that at times didn't seem to care or realize the pain they caused her.

The night wore on and he watched her still, but after a bit she returned to talk to Weasley again. He can tell that they have started to argue but he can't get close enough to hear what's being said.

He glanced around and since no one was paying him any attention, he disillusioned himself, while he still tried to get close enough to hear what was being said. He saw her stopping at the stairs as tears filled her eyes, saw her turn and snap at Potter.

Finally close enough, he could hear her as she shouted while she moving up two steps. "Ron, you spoiled everything." While she wiped at her tears. He glared and wanted nothing more than to hex her two friends that had just turned the corner and left the ball completely.

Taking a calming breath, Severus turned back to look at her, watching her sit ungracefully on one of the steps and dissolve into tears. Removing her shoes and rubbing at her undoubtedly sore feet.

He itched to go to her, to slip his arms around her and hold her while she cried. He wished he could do something to make her feel better, but he knew he couldn't.

He had been angry at her last year after he learned the truth. His anger had returned many times over the following summer. When he saw her at Grimmauld Place the few times he stopped in for Order business, he had glared at her and been rather rude. Even at times during this year, his anger had come back. But he just can't be angry with her anymore.

She knew who he was. She knew that he had been utterly rotten to her as a child. He didn't doubt that, had she not come back, had he not figured out whom she really was, he'd probably still be rotten to her now, as well as later. More so than he was now.

She knew what terrible deeds he had done, all of the horrible things he would undoubtedly do in the future too. Yet through it all, she had still come to him anyway.

Leaving her there crying on the stairs had been impossible. So he stayed close, but far enough away so no one knew he was there. Offering what comfort he could from a distance.

When her tears finally dried. She slowly grabbed her shoes in her hands and climbed the stairs back to her dorm. He followed her , at a safe distance while still disillusioned, simply to ensure she got back safely.

Later, he returned to his rooms and he picked up the small book she had given to him so many years ago for Christmas. He had read it and reread it several times over the years. He opened the hard cover to the inscription she had written for him.

Always remember that no matter what, you are a great man inside. Even if no one else knows how truly wonderful you are. She had written this knowing all the horrible deeds he had done. She had been his friend after everything he had done. With it all, she had still loved him anyway.

1978- Twenty-one years into the past

Hermione walked into her common room after getting back from the Three Broomsticks with Severus and immediately saw Sirius and James jump up and run over to her.

"Hermione, thank Merlin. Are you alright?" James asked, looking her over to see for himself that she was fine.

Hermione smiled softly. "I'm fine. Are you guys okay?

The two nodded still staring at her. Sirius was frowning slightly at her. "Kitten, what on earth were you doing out there with Snivellus? Did he make you go out there?" Sirius asked, clenching his fists at the thought.

Hermione shook her head. "No, it wasn't his idea. I didn't even know he was with me at first. He only followed to make sure I was safe."

Sirius unclenched his fists, feeling a bit grateful to the slimy git for trying to keep her safe. Though he didn't like the feeling. "I guess it wasn't his fault. How did you even get out there? How did you know about Remus, James, and I?"

Hermione swallowed and did some fast thinking while hoping they believed her lie. "I've read enough about werewolves that I know the signs. The signs were there showing Remus was a werewolf. Your nicknames added a clue and when I saw you both that night…it just clicked. I know what an animagus is and can do. So when a dog and a stag showed up to help us, it wasn't hard to figure out. Especially since neither animal would have done so on their own."

The boys exchanged glances but it was Lily that made them back off. "Okay you two. She is fine and you have your answers. She must be exhausted after her ordeal. Let her be. You two can explain it to Remus when he gets back. Now she knows to stay away from the shack during a full moon. Besides, if you three had just told her the truth about you all, this wouldn't have happened. I told you weeks ago to fill her in. You know she can be trusted and it was only a matter of time before she figured it out anyway. You know how smart she is."

The two boys looked at each other again. Before James spoke. "She's right. We're sorry Hermione. We should have told you."

Hermione frowned. Not wanting them to feel guilty. She had known and it had still happened. "It's as much my fault as it is yours. I knew about Remus and I should have paid closer attention to the moon cycle."

She didn't think it was her fault or their fault. It was Peter's fault. She was going to kill the little bastard too. She forced a smile. "Is Peter around? I want to let him know I'm fine too."

The boys grinned, but Lily frowned slightly. Hermione doesn't even like Peter. What is going on? "He is off somewhere again. We haven't seen him since last night." Lily said, still watching Hermione closely.

Hermione nodded. "I'm going to go upstairs and get changed."

The three nodded and watched her go. Lily turned to the boys. "Why don't you two go let Remus know she's fine. You know he'll worry until you do."

They nodded and were gone within moments. Lily stared up the stairs a few moments before going up. She found Hermione while looking angry, pulling on fresh knickers and a bra. This set in bright yellow.

Lily sat down on her bed as Hermione slipped on fresh jeans. She noticed a few small bruises on Hermione's hips before the jeans slid over and covered them. "Hermione, would you like to explain why you want to see Peter?" Wondering if she got the bruises while running from Remus.

Hermione masked her anger before turning to look at Lily. "I told you. I figured he'd be wondering like the boys. He's bound to know I was there. Was he not with the boys last night?"

Lily frowned. "I'm sure he was. He normally is so I didn't ask the boys. But you don't like him, so why do you care suddenly?"

Hermione turned and pulled out a long sleeve shirt. "I saw how much the boys were worried and you told me to be nice for the boys' sakes. Did you not want me to be nice to him?"

Lilly narrowed her eyes. She didn't buy any of what Hermione said. "Fine, if you don't want to tell me the real reason, then don't. But don't lie to me and expect me to believe it."

Hermione sighed as she pulled on her shirt. "I'm sorry Lily. I shouldn't lie to you. I hate lying anyway. I seem to suck at it too. You somehow usually know when I am anyway. I just…I don't want to talk about it okay?" She asked, meeting the woman's green eyes that matched Harry's.

Lily sighed. "Alright. I'll stop pressing you about it. But are you sure you're all right? I saw the bruises on your hip."

Hermione blushed and quickly looked away, making Lily raise an eyebrow at her as a smile started to curve the redhead's lips. She knew Hermione had spent the night with Severus somewhere instead of coming back to the castle.

"Am I correct in assuming that your ordeal with Remus didn't cause them?" Hermione looked back at her at Lily's question and nodded. Lily smirked. "Am I also correct in thinking that a certain Slytherin boy gave them to you?"

Hermione blushed even more, shifting her eyes away again, confirming Lily's suspicions. Lily smiled before speaking again. "Good. I'm glad he has you. He needs someone in his life that cares about him."

Lily paused before going on. "Can I ask you something though?" Hermione met her eyes again. "Was he your first?"

Hermione didn't know what was worse, talking about this at all or talking about it with Harry's mum. "He was, yes." She mumbled and looking away from her dear friend.

Lily walked over and hugged her. "I'm happy for you sweetie." Lily pulled back and grinned. "So was it good?"

Hermione blushed even harder and pulled away. "That is none of your business."

Lily giggled. "He must be good. If he wasn't, I'm sure you would have said no. Or at least looked annoyed about it. Good for you. James is very good too."

Hermione's eyes darted to her friend. Oh god, Harry's mum just told me his dad is good in the sack. Great. I'm sure this is something Harry would just love to know about his parents. She thought sarcastically. "Um…that's...good." Not sure what else to say.

Lily giggled more. "Normally I hate girl talk, but you look very adorable stuttering and blushing. So, do you plan on making this thing with Severus…permanent?"

Hermione sighed. "I don't know. I…I guess I'll have to see how everything goes." How can I leave Severus? He won't understand if I leave. I can't even tell him why I have to leave.

He's going to hate me. She thought to herself sadly.

A/N: I decided to add that bit about James being good in the sack. You know, in case any of you were curious. lol. I know this kind of ended on a sad ending, but she had to realize what all this could mean for her. Please leave me your thoughts. Take care everyone.