(Wow! Thanks for all the reviews! You all make me blush :) okay, okay, so you're mad. I left you on a cliffhanger. Gah! Well I vow to make this one NOT a cliffie. Happy reading! Oh, and LeonaMasha, Dumbles is definitely so mean! Rawr!... Hermione Granger-Weasley, where's my tin hat? *taps foot*)

Chapter 12

"What do you mean you're sending me back?" Hermione screeched, clutching her belly. She was pacing back and forth in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"The time turner is ready much earlier than we thought, and there's no telling what damage you've already done by staying here this long," he massaged the bridge of his nose, the golden, immaculate time turner set face up on his desk.

"I can't go pregnant! Isn't that dangerous?" She squeaked, now losing her anger into utter misery. Tears flowed freely down her alabaster cheeks.

"No, it isn't dangerous," he shook his head.

There was a solid banging on the door followed by Remus pushing his way in. He stormed up to Dumbledore and punched him square in the jaw. The older wizard flew back, arse now planted on the floor rather than his fluffy chair.

"Lupin!"

"Remus!" Hermione screamed.

"How dare you? How fucking dare you? You're going to rip me away from my child before he's even born? Twenty one years I'll wait to hold my child for the first time!" Remus had Dumbledore by the shirt collar, wand forgotten. In fact, it was almost as if he'd forgotten he was a wizard.

"Lupin, back off!" Dumbledore was fumbling around for his wand but couldn't seem to find it.

"Remus!"

Remus dropped the old wizard and backed up to stand beside Hermione, chest heaving in sheer fury. He watched as Dumbledore collected himself, straightened his robes, and sat back down at the desk.

"This is not my doing," Dumbledore shook his head, anger now etched into his usually kind features.

"Who's, then?" Hermione whimpered, staring at the time turner as if it were a dead body stretched out on his desk.

"Remus'," Albus frowned, jerking a letter out of his desk. Hermione gawked, ripping the letter out of his hands.

Dearest Albus,

I send you this time turner to transport my dearest Hermione back to me. Our son was born deaf and blind because he was born in the past. You must make haste. She must deliver here, in our time. Send her a week before my seventeeth birthday, or it will be too late. She delivers a premature child.

Remus Lupin

Hermione choked on her tears, face buried in Remus' shoulder, "No... No!"

"You must go," Remus whimpered into her curls, his hands clutching either side of her belly.

"Remus!" She cried as he pushed her back toward Dumbledore and watched as she fought tooth and nail while the man pulled the time turner around her neck.

In two bright flashes she was gone, without so much as a kiss goodbye.

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"What the-" Sirius jerked his head up from his conversation with one Remus Lupin as a loud thud echoed into the kitchen. Both men jumped up, wands drawn, and edged, wary, into the corridor of Sirius' home.

Hermione lie sprawled out, sobbing, and pregnant on the floor, clutching the time turner around her neck. She ripped it off and tossed it across the room, now hyperventilating.

"'Mione!" Sirius rushed to her, pulling her up into a long hug, "Calm down, girl!"

Remus was pale, his glittering blue eyes focused on her belly, "Hermione.."

"Get off!" She shoved Sirius to the side and jumped up as fast as one could at six months pregnant, then rocketed toward Remus. She didn't care that he was thirty-seven years old. She didn't care that his body was scarred and broken. She loved him. Now she sobbed openly into his chest, arms tight around him.

"Why did you fucking do that?" She screamed, pounding her fists into his chest.

"I.. I had to.. The letter," Remus choked out, holding her close. Sirius stared at the scene with watery eyes, not quite sure what to say or do.

"Deaf and blind? No! He can't be!" Hermione moaned, now collapsing in Remus' arms.

She'd fainted. He scooped her up and carried her with ease to his bed, stripping her down out of her now sweaty and torn clothing. He pulled the blankets up to her chin and placed a loving kiss on her forehead.

Sirius met him in the hall as he closed the door ever so gently, hoping not to wake Hermione. She needed her rest a whole lot more than she needed to fight with him. He was hoping that she'd carry the baby to term if she stayed on bed rest.

"Is she all right?" Sirius furrowed his brow and stared at the door, hoping that Hermione would be fine.

"She's fine," Remus nodded, "Just a little shocked, is all."

"I can't blame her," Sirius huffed, "She wasn't expecting any of this.

"We weren't either, mate," Remus pointed out with a nervous laugh.

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