Here is the big chapter that makes me want to cry. I'm so sorry. There will be a few more chapters of this story and I'm so excited to have it nearly finished. I will then be focusing on finishing another two of my stories, I fought the war but the war won and Upside Down. You should really go and check them out.

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Hermione was tired. She was tired of pretending and of being so careful. She wanted to go home, but she also wanted to stay; she wanted to see her friends again, but she also didn't want to leave the people she had made her second family in this time. She felt so isolated, her secrets creating a barrier between her and the rest of the world. She was just so god damn tired. It was a Sunday afternoon and Hermione was lazing around in her dorm room with Lily and Marlene when a letter from Charlus came.

"Is that the Potter's owl?" Lily asked when the midnight black bird perched on their window ceil. Hermione sprung off her bed and rushed over to get the letter, hardly paying any attention to Lily and Marlene as they asked her about it.

Dear Hermione,

It saddens me to near you are suffering. I have news, thought good or bad I will leave for you to ponder over. I have found a way to send you back. But it's time sensitive. It will need to be done tonight, on the new moon. Meet me at the ministry as soon as possible.

I will be waiting.

Regards,

Charlus Potter

Hermione stared at the letter for longer than necessary. He had found a way to get her home. He had never replied to her previous letter two months ago and Hermione had almost been glad he hadn't given her any false hope, but now, now she had to go home. She had to see Remus. Hermione scrunched the letter up in her hands and ran out of the room, leaving her two friends looking stunned and confused as to her actions. Hermione ran up to the boy's dorm room, bursting through the door only to find it empty. She ran back out and down into the common room, slamming straight into Frank Longbottom.

"Have you seem Remus?" She asked him frantically and the boy looked at her with worry clear on his face.

"Down at the Quidditch pitch." He said and then Hermione was off again, rushing past people in the hallways and pushing them out of her way. When she arrived at the Quidditch pitch she was out of breath and there were tears streaming down her face.

"Remus!" She screamed when she didn't see him immediately.

"Hermione? Are you alright?" His voice floated down to her from the stands. She made her way up to him, not giving him a chance to say anything else as she threw herself into his arms and snogged him senseless. It was urgent and harsh and unforgiving. Hermione poured all her emotions into that kiss, there last kiss, until they had to break apart to breath. Hermione leaned her forehead against his as he held her against him.

"Why did that feel like a goodbye?" he asked her, very astute in his observations.

"I don't want to leave." She practically sobbed, clutching him tighter.

"Then don't." He said simply, stroking her back with light soothing strokes.

"I don't have a choice. I don't belong here." She said, pulling back from him.

"You always have a choice." Remus said, but he let her go.

"I'm sorry Remus." She said as she dried her eyes. And then she ran again. She could tell that Remus was following her but she ran as fast as she could until she was outside of the wards around the school and apparated to the atrium at the Ministry.

Charlus was waiting for her near the fountain, looking distressed and dishevelled. Hermione hurried over to him, sniffling.

"We're going to have to break into the death chamber." He said and Hermione nodded.

"Lead the way." She said as she drew out her wand, readying herself in case she needed to stun someone. The journey to the chamber was uneventful and quiet. Hermione and Charlus didn't speak as they made their way through the ministry until they reached the room. They stood in front of the door for a moment, bracing themselves before entering.

"So what I've discovered is that the Veil can be manipulated to be used as a sort of time portal. You will enter the veil and stay in there for twenty years in suspended animation and it will spit out on the day you left." Charlus explained whilst while he went about unpacking a bag that Hermione hadn't noticed was sitting on his shoulders. He pulled out a bottle of what looked like blood, five candles, a chocolate bar and a knife carved from some sort of bone. Hermione now knew that some sort of ritual was involved in order to get the veil to cooperate with their wishes. She knew that it would take a lot of magic in order to get the ancient arch to let her out again and she hoped it would work.

Charlus set the candles in a semi-circle around the veil and then knelt down outside of it, setting the blood and knife down next to it.

"Eat this." He said, handing her the chocolate bar and Hermione did as he said, not in any state of mind to argue with him. Her mind briefly thought that maybe he was a death eater in disguise and was using her or going to kill her or something but she trusted Charlus, more so than even Dumbledore. With that he lit the candles and let them burn for a moment, filling the air with the smell of vanilla and lavender.

"Get into the circle and kneel facing me." He instructed. Hermione did as she was asked.

"So the ritual consists of some chanting, a blood sacrifice to the veil and a binding to someone in the future that will draw you out at the other end. I've taken the liberty of binding you to Remus. It's not permanent, just consider it an anchor that brings you back. I'll need to cut your palm with the knife with Remus's blood on it. It's pretty straight forward as to when that part comes about." He explained.

"How did you even get his blood?" Hermione asked.

"I asked him for it. Told him I was doing some research on werewolves to see if I could find a cure. A little white lie." He said and Hermione looked at him incredulously.

"You call that a little lie?" She said disbelievingly.

"I passed on most of it to Damocles Belbly who is actually in the midst of creating a potion that should help him. Though it won't be ready for a few years. You should know all about that." He said with a small smile.

"All too well I'm afraid." She said.

"Okay then let's get started." He said and so they began.

Charlus dipped the bone blade into the jar of Remus's blood and then raised it over his head, his wand in his other hand. He said a couple of lines in Latin that Hermione loosly translated to be:

latet fortes,

dirige nos ad illam quae perierat viator loco,

damus vobis pro vestra hostiam.

quemadmodum et nos in vobis per nos facit.

mighty veil,

help us to guide the lost traveller back to her rightful place,

we give to you a sacrifice in return for your help.

do right by us as we do by you.

He repeated it a couple of times and then the veil started to glow a pale blue colour that lit up the room. He motioned for her to lift her hand up so that he could cut along the inside of her palm. Hermione, having been in the past for almost a year now, was quite used to pain from her transformations and she had built up a tolerance so she didn't flinch as the knife cut through her skin. She felt a tingle along her spine and a snap in her mind as Remus's blood mixed with hers.

"Okay Hermione now all you have to do is stand up and walk through the veil. You should walk right out the other side into your time. You won't be aware of time passing during the suspended animation." He said, standing up, helping her up as well. Hermione hesitated for a moment. She really did miss her life in the future, but leaving all of this behind was going to be hard; leaving Remus especially.

"Can you do something for me once I'm gone?" She asked him.

"Anything." He said with sincerity.

"Tell my friends the truth about where I'm going. I don't want them to think that I just up and left without a good reason." She said and Charlus nodded.

Before she could say anything else, the doors to the chamber slammed open and Dumbledore stormed into the room along with a couple of aurors. Charlus turned around, guarding her from harm as he assessed the situation.

"Don't interfere." He said, his voice loud and commanding. Dumbledore looked furious.

"The girl is not to leave." The old man said making Charlus step back, closer to her.

"Why are you doing this Albus? You know better than to mess with timelines." Charlus tried to reason.

"What she contains in her head could save hundreds, if not thousands of people. She knows how to destroy Voldemort Charlus." He said and Charlus turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, confirming what the man said.

"That doesn't change anything. You'll have to figure out how to beat him on your own." Charlus said and then everything started happening at once. Dumbledore pulled out his wand and started shooting spells in their direction along with the aurors. Charlus put up the strongest shield charm that Hermione had ever seen and deflected most of them. One particularly nasty slicing hex hit his leg and he stumbled back.

"Go Hermione. Go now before it's too late." He said and Hermione leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

And then she let herself fall into the veil.