A/N I own nothing related to Harry Potter or the Potter universe. Those rights are reserved for Jo Rowling and Warner Brothers. As I do not currently have a beta, all mistakes are mine.

A/N 2: To anyone who read this before the formatting issue was fixed. Sorry! I think i got it!

Remus Lupin sat in his dimly lit kitchen sipping lukewarm tea. He wasn't sure what possessed him to offer the two teens upstairs what amounted to sanctuary in his home but knew he couldn't leave them to fend for themselves in Diagon Alley. Hearing Molly Weasley was the reason Harry and Hermione were currently without any adult supervision shocked him. He couldn't believe she'd leave any of the children out of her sight, let alone send one of them back to the Muggle world alone. And knowing Harry - even just for the year he did - there was no way he would let one of his best friends go without him.

Deciding to contact Sirius, Remus made to rise when a blood curdling scream echoed through the townhouse. By the time he reached the stairs, another scream ripped through the night. Drawing his wand, Remus turned down the hall where Harry and Hermione were staying. His hair was standing on end from the amount of magic he could feel pulsing from the open door to Harry's room.

Barely crossing the room's threshold, Remus saw Harry thrashing on the bed, apparently in the grip of a night terror. Hermione was right in the middle of the storm of wild magic swirling around, the wardrobe having been knocked over, the night table thrown into a corner across the room.

"Hermione, you need to get back!"

"Professor, put your wand down!"

"NOOOOOO!" Harry arched his back and screamed again. That seemed to be the deciding moment for the girl. Hermione climbed on the bed, nearly getting tossed from Harry's movement, and straddled the boy, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders. Remus watched as Harry moved to toss the girl but at the last moment his grip seemed to change and he grasped her wrists instead.

"Harry! Harry, you need to wake up!"

Remus wished he had the ability his best friend had at the moment. Sirius could see magical auras as well as feel them and the power being displayed in the room at that moment was nothing short of astonishing. He could feel the girl's magic reaching out to Harry's, her hair floating in an invisible breeze as her power tried to coax his unstable magic back, heedless of the danger. There was enough power here to level the house easily, possibly the entire row of houses but for the moment it was contained to the area around the bed. He watched as Hermione carefully moved her right hand and grasped Harry's hand in hers, entwining their fingers.

"Harry! Open your eyes, you're safe. You're at Professor Lupin's, Harry." Slowly, Harry came back to himself. The wild magic in the room began to pull back, leaving Remus breathless and shaken. Harry's eyes remained closed but he stopped struggling. Hermione sat back a bit, leaning more on his legs and moved their joined hands to her chest.

"Breathe, Harry. What's one thing you can feel?"

It took him a minute or two to answer but he managed to rasp out, "Hermione."

"Close enough. Two things you can hear."

"Breathing and Lupin swearing."

Hermione muttered something under her breath and Remus was astonished to see Harry's glasses fly into her hands from the tipped over nightstand. He couldn't see her wand anywhere. He watched as she gently placed them on Harry's face. "You need to open your eyes for the next one, Harry. What are three things you can see?"

Remus continued to stare as Harry opened his eyes and first looked at the witch in front of him before glancing around the room. His eyes finally stopped on him.

"You, the mess I just made, and Remus looking like he's regretting seeing us earlier today."

Hermione let go of Harry for a moment and moved so she could be sitting beside him rather than on top of him now that he was awake and aware of what was going on around him. He was cold and shaking - a sure sign that this was no ordinary night terror - so she reached under his pillow as he sat up to grab his wand and summon another blanket to them. Once Harry was tucked into the blanket, Remus righted an armchair and moved to sit next to the bed.

"Harry, listen to me, Hermione you, too. I don't regret for one moment seeing you and Hermione in Diagon Alley this afternoon. I'm just...shocked may be the closest word I can think of, though that doesn't quite seem correct either, by what just happened. Do these sorts of dreams occur frequently?"

Remus didn't miss the quick flicker of green eyes to brown before he answered.

"Not like these, no. These aren't exactly dreams. They're more like - visions?"

"What do you mean by visions, Harry?"

Letting out a puff of air, Harry leaned back, resting against Hermione, their hands still clasped tightly together as he tried to explain what he saw.

"I...I...I'm me but I'm not me. It's like I'm watching myself do these things but it's not me doing them."

Leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees, Remus, prodded gently, "Harry, what did you see?"

"A cave? It was dark. I..I saw Wormtail, Pettigrew. He had something in his arms, bundled in a blanket. There were red eyes, hissing. I...It was me. I was the thing with the red eyes. I was the thing that lunged forward and grabbed what was in the blanket. It was a baby. I...he possessed a baby."

Harry started shaking again as Hermione pulled him closer. Remus was about to ask who when the answer hit him like a bludger.

"Harry, that wasn't you, you know that, right?"

"But Hermione, it's some part of me isn't it? That's why I keep seeing him. That's why my scar keeps hurting when I have these dreams! There has to be something wrong with me to keep me connected to Voldemort to be seeing him like this!"

Remus sat back. "Wait, that thing you saw possess a baby, that was Voldemort? Have you had these dreams before? Have you told Dumbledore about them?"

Harry nodded. "Dumbledore just said it was a side effect of surviving the Killing Curse and that I should keep him apprised of any dreams I have." Hermione swore under her breath and Harry gave her a small smile.

"That's ludacris. The most ridiculous idea I have ever…. Harry, I don't think these are visions or dreams. I think you are on the right track when you say there might be a connection between you and Voldemort, though not quite the same as what you might be afraid of. And for Dumbledore not to look into something such as your scar burning when you have these visions, for lack of a better word, is disturbing." He ran a hand over his face.

"I was considering getting in contact with Sirius about how you two ended up alone in the Alley but now I think I'm going to ask him if he can come back to Britain and we can move you both to a more secure location."

"Professor, is that a good idea? Will he be safe?" Hermione asked.

"I think at this point both of you should really be calling me Remus, Hermione, and yes, Sirius will be safe where we will be going. We'll add a few layers of protection to it and no one who we don't specifically tell its location will be able to find it."

"But before I do, I have another question for the both of you. Well two actually. The first is for you Hermione; what exactly were you asking Harry when you brought him out of the night terror? It sounded familiar."

Glancing once again at Harry before she answered, she waited until he nodded to continue.

"It's loosely based on panic attack anchoring. I have to alter it from the original format since Harry's usual nightmares differ from the Voldemort visions. I can't use the standard 54321 senses guide since Harry's senses don't always come back to him in the same order each time."

Steepling his fingers, Remus nodded.

"That's why it sounded so familiar. I've spent quite a bit of time in Muggle London working since the Ministry restricts werewolves so much. Next question: How long has Hermione been able to use your wand, Harry?"

The teens looked at each other in confusion. "You're the second person to ask us that. We were at Fortescue's practicing a spell and Mr. Ollivander asked us how we were swapping wands for it. That time though it was me using Hermione's wand," Harry answered. "Is that strange? We've always been able to use the other's wand."

"Are the wands similar in any way? Same wood or core?"

Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so. Mine is vinewood and dragon heartstring and Harry's...well Harry's is just as unusual as you'd expect it to be." She glanced at her best friend and gave his hand a squeeze. "It's holly and phoenix feather. The feather is from Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix and it's core is...well it's core is shared with Voldemort."

Remus sat back at that. "Harry, your wand is a twin to He Who Must Not Be Named? And Hermione, you can use Harry's wand with no problem? Does it resist you at all? More difficult to cast or feel out of place in your hand?"

Harry answered for them both. "Olivander told me the first time I bought my wand that the only other feather that Fawkes ever gave was in Voldemort's wand. As for Hermione using my wand we accidentally swapped wands in Transfiguration last year and didn't notice until we were back in the common room that evening. Considering how many points she earns for Gryffindor in a single day, I don't think it gives her any problems," He chuckled as the witch in question lightly pushed his shoulder with her free hand.

"Is it really that odd we can use each other's wand, Profess..Remus? Hermione asked. "Neville has his father's wand and Ron was using an old wand of Charlie's before it broke second year."

"Ah, but how is their casting, Hermione? From what I saw last term, Mr. Longbottom had great difficulty with even the simplest of spells, though some of that could also be due to his lack of self esteem and certainty he will fail. Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, puts in the minimum amount of effort and desires the maximum effect. Has his skills improved with his new wand?"

Harry chuckled. "He blows things up faster. Well, to be fair, Seamus blows things up more often than Ron."

"It's extremely rare to be able to use another witch or wizard's wand without a noticeable difference in power. I want both of you to humor an old werewolf and not let anyone see you using the other's wand unless it's an absolute necessity. I think this might be something we can use in the future but I need to get in touch with Sirius and have access to the Black family library before I know for certain."

"Sirius has a family library?" Hermione asked, eyes lighting up. Harry threw his head back and laughed, his color back to normal and a light flush to his face.

He looked at Hermione. "Leave it to you to focus on a library with all the craziness going on."

"Hey, where would you be if I wasn't always researching, hmm? Someone has to be the reasonable one when you're always dashing off without thinking."

Shaking his head, Remus stood and waved his wand quickly righting the room. "Alright, that's enough talk for one night. Both of you need to get some sleep. We'll continue this conversation at a more reasonable hour."

He waited at the door for Hermione to move but she looked at Harry and it appeared to the werewolf there was a conversation going on without words. Harry nodded once and turned to him.

"Remus, can Hermione stay here? I...I just don't want to wake up half the neighborhood if I have another dream and" he continued quickly when he saw Remus open his mouth, "if you put a silencing charm on my room neither of you will know if I have another."

Closing his mouth, Remus looked from Harry to Hermione. Harry did look better, no longer pale but there were dark circles under his eyes and he hadn't let go of the girl's hand since his night terror. Hermione had a stubborn tilt to her chin and he had no doubt if he said no they would separate but she would be back and get past any spells he put on the door to keep her out.

Sighing, Remus rubbed his eyes, exhausted. He still needed to contact Sirius tonight and the teens both needed sleep. Resigned, he nodded. "Alright. But don't make me regret my decision. And the door stays open."

"Yes, sir," both chorused.

"Goodnight Harry, Hermione."

Now, he needed a strong drink and a long conversation with Sirius to plan how the four of them would be spending the last few weeks of the teens summer break.