27 March 1973
James Potter
The two of them made it out of Hogwarts in record time, faster than what James would have thought and he was almost impressed at how quickly they went past the Hogwarts grounds and to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Peter and Remus had set up a big chequered blanket on the ground, the basket of food and sweets in the centre. James and Sirius shrugged the cloak off with a sigh and stomped the rest of the way up the small hill.
Sirius held up the bottle of firewhiskey with a happy little whoop.
"Finally! We thought you'd gotten caught!" Remus called as James sat down in front of the basket and Sirius pulled the cap off the bottle and held it out to James with a shake. The birthday boy took a sip and burned down his throat.
Sirius snorted, "The Great Sirius Black doesn't get caught."
"You've been to detention more than the three of us combined." Remus deadpanned, pointing between them, settling on the birthday boy. "Granted the majority of those come from James but the point still stands."
"Hey! It's my birthday, don't verbally abuse me like this today, Remus." Sirius leaned over and punch his shoulder as hard as he could, sending James falling backwards. "That wasn't permission to be physically abusive instead, Si!"
"You didn't specify." Sirius shrugged. "My mistake for thinking you could take it."
"I can take it, I just didn't think I would have to take it!" James pouted as Sirius pulled the bottle back in his lap. James' eyes glazed off into the distance. "Lily kissed me today."
"We know," Sirius snorted. "We were forced to see that dopey look on your face all day."
"Are you sure you did?" Remus raised his eyebrows in question. "Because I saw you looking at a certain Headmistress' niece. What earned Miss Hermione that smitten look?" Remus fell backwards with a laugh from the cauldron cake hitting his forehead point blank.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Moony." Sirius picked at the label on the bottle, the little curls of paper falling on the blanket, next to his extended legs. "Mya is my friend. Just like her brother, Harry, is."
"I don't remember you looking at Harry McGonagall with the same-" Remus pursed his lips and widened his eyes, blinking up at Sirius with adoring innocence. James laughed around a bite of his sandwich. "Puppy-love look."
"It's not puppy anything!" Sirius defended. "She's sweet. But it's not like I want to snog her," he scoffed. "She's no Marlene McKinnon or Emmeline Vance or Lily Evans."
"Watch it, Pads." James warned.
"I think she's rather pretty and she's really nice," Remus sat up from the blanket. "Did you guys know that every month when I miss class, she takes notes for me and leaves them on my desk without a word, ever since I came to Hogwarts?"
"I think you've told us that before when it first started," Peter muttered under his breath but none of the other boys paid him any mind.
Sirius looked impressed and James felt a wave of affection for the girl he barely knew. James thought that maybe it was time to truly befriend the McGonagall siblings. Then it hit him like a freight train, she had left notes for Remus after every full moon since first year and she had saved them from Remus when the four of them had first found out about Remus.
"How does she know about your furry little problem anyway?"
"I don't know," Remus frowned and Peter reached over to pat his shoulder comfortingly. "Maybe she just noticed when I'm absent and deducted a reason?" he asked hopefully. "Or maybe her aunt told her to take notes for me when I'm out but didn't tell her why I'm gone and she guessed herself?" he descended into hysterics the more answerless questions he asked. "Because she knows what I am but she isn't afraid of me, I don't think, and I don't know why she's nice to me when she knows, why would she? Who would be nice to a monster?"
"We're nice to you!" Peter squeaked around a mouthful of chocolates.
"You are not a monster!" Sirius snapped. "You have a medical condition and we are handling it, together, like a team."
James wrapped his arm around Remus' shoulders, pulling him into his side tightly. "Not just a team. We're brothers and we won't let you talk about yourself like that."
Remus snorted but nuzzled into James for comfort nonetheless. His frown deepened for a moment before he shook his head and turned to James. "How does it feel to be thirteen finally?"
"Taller." James mused and Sirius hid a laugh with a cough. James looked down at Remus with an easy grin. "Although I still look up your nose, Moony."
"I still can't believe James is the youngest," Peter said, stuffing a couple of chocolate bonbons entirely into his mouth in one go. "With how he acts sometimes, you'd think he was either six or forty going on fifty. The only thing that keeps him from accidentally getting himself killed most of the time is his crush on Lily."
"Shut up, Pete." James shoved the other boy's shoulder, sometimes it was beyond him why Peter said things. "Remus is only seventeen days older than me anyways, but I'll beat you next year." he pointed down at Remus.
"I'll beat you every year, Jamie. That's how age and birthdays work." Sirius handed them plastic cups filled with liquor and Remus took a hesitant sip.
James gingerly took the cup Sirius held out to him. He cringed at the taste and the following burn in the back of his throat, but he didn't mind the taste entirely. He swallowed the rest of the contents in his cup and held it out for Sirius to refill it.
"Go easy there," Remus warned while taking small sips of his own cup.
"I can handle it!" James defended himself, already feeling the fuzziness growing in his stomach, even as he gulped down half of the glass in his hand as soon as Sirius filled it. A bubble of happiness was growing behind his eyes and James smiled doppily.
"James, seriously," Peter tried to reason with him as he looked worriedly at James' rapidly emptying cup. "You'll end up throwing up all over our dorm."
Sirius paused with the bottle hovering over James' cup.
"No, I won't!" He stood up from the blanket and spread his arms wide, like a bird trying to take flight. The other boys laughed and James stomped his feet. "I'm a Potter and a Marauder! We can hold our firewhiskey!"
"How would you know that Marauders can hold their liquor when none of us have been drunk before?" Sirius fell back onto the blanket and cackled, cupping his hands over his mouth and yelled up at James.
"Intuition!" James screamed back, waving his arms around wildly. "And none of you have sung happy birthday to me yet! What kind of friends are you? I would never do you wrong like this, Paddy." James' lip trembled.
Sirius rolled his eyes and handed the bottle over to Peter, and perching up and onto his knees he cleared his throat dramatically. "Gentlemen, I have a special performance planned for our deer and beloved Prongs."
Peter clapped and shouted encouragement as he hugged the bottle to his chest. Remus snorted as Sirius began screaming something akin to happy birthday. James clapped giddily, like a first year. Sirius shoved at Remus' shoulder with a pointed glare.
"Happy birthday, my dear Prongsie!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and Remus reluctantly joined in. Sirius yanked Remus up by his wrist and pulled him into his side, arm thrown over his shoulders. "Happy birthday to you!"
Peter pulled himself up and grinned when Sirius ruffled his hair affectionately as he threw his arm over him. The three of them sang one flat toned verse after the other, passing the firewhiskey bottle back and forth, watching the liquid until it disappeared. Peter drew the bottle back into his chest, clutching it tightly while James shoved bits of fruit into his mouth.
"We love you, mate." Remus tossed a chocolate in the air and caught it between his teeth.
"And I, James Potter, am completely in love with Lily Evans!" he shouted, flapping his arms around like a madman and Sirius cackled loudly at his best friend. "I will marry that bloody witch if it's the last thing I do!"
"If she ever gives you the time of day!" Sirius flopped back down onto the blanket.
"She will!" James nodded seriously, not bothering to accept any other excuses for why it might possibly not happen. "Because we're soulmates." he sighed.
Suddenly there was a pop, a hiccup and all the boys jolted. Peter was sitting with the neck of the bottle in his hand and his crossed legs covered in broken glass. He hiccuped again and the bottle of juice from the kitchens exploded, covering the grass in yellow.
"Well, that's not ideal." Sirius deadpanned.
Peter breathed in harshly, readying for another hiccup, but Remus slapped his hand over his mouth. All the boys burst into laughter and James couldn't remember such a happy ache taking root in his stomach before.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest, a pair of yellow eyes stalked them through the bushes. Watching the four boys try to use magic to clean up the mess and drunkenly fail. The animals around him scattered in fear, leaving him alone to watch them.
He inhaled deeply, the scent filling his nose and a wicked grin stretching his scarred face.
8 April 1973
Hermione McGonagall
Hermione sat in her regular chair in the library. A book propped on her knees and her ankles crossed on the chair next to her. She was reading one of the herbology books from the restricted section, Aunt Minnie had given her a pass and Madam Pince was comfortable enough to leave the key and entrance spell with Hermione while she left for lunch.
It was easier to find resources on Wolfsbane when she realised Wolfbane was another name for Aconite and Monkswood, one of the deadliest poisonous and thus would be kept in the restricted section of the library. Hermione wished the subject had been covered in Herbology better, either her first time through Hogwarts or this time, so she wouldn't have wasted so much time looking through the regular herbology section in the library.
"Hermione?" she lifted her head when she spotted the nervous boy standing over her. "Mind if I sit here?" he pointed at the empty seat in front of her.
"You don't have to ask, Remus, you're always welcome." she smiled gently and her eyes dropped back to the paragraph she was reading about where wolfsbane could be found in nature.
According to the text, Aconite primarily grew on windy mountain areas in Europe, Asia, and North America. More specifically, along streams and in damp and shady places. Hermione wondered if there was any way to convince her aunt to let her skip around mountain tops in Europe looking for poison any time soon. Her eyebrows rose at the next paragraph, this perennial plant can be grown in gardens for many years, usually between three and ten. Surely that would make it useful for Remus' potions.
"What's so interesting in-" Remus turned his head to read the title of her book. "Advanced Herbology: Obscure Plants and Where to Find Them?"
"What do you mean?" She places the book down on the table and looks at Remus curiously. "It's just a bit of light reading."
Another boy from another lifetime would have laughed at her calling it light, she glanced down at the thick tome. But Remus read just as much as she did and it was nice having someone who knew the torture of everyone thinking you were a snotty bookworm.
Remus nodded towards her book, an affectionate smile on his face. "I've been asking you questions about Professor Dumbledore's transfiguration essay for the last half an hour, you're completely focused on your reading."
Hermione smiled sheepishly and smoothed out the pages, despite the lack of wrinkles there. "It's alright, I suppose I get absorbed in my reading quite a bit. I'm very sorry, Remus. What were you asking about the essay?"
"How many research sources did Dumbledore want? I've only got seven so far." Remus rolled out his essay scroll and pointed at the bottom where he had neatly written them out.
"I think he said three," Hermione laughed and Remus blushed. "But I'm sure he'll be more than alright with seven, perhaps you'll get extra credit for them."
"Is Remus being an overachiever again?" Sirius popped up from behind one of the stacks.
Without blinking, Sirius lifted Hermione's feet off the seat, plopped himself down and pulled them back into his lap. Hermione shifted slightly at the tickling sensation but didn't remove them. "He might have been. And why were you hiding in the library?"
"Looking for a book, of course, Mya. What else does one do in the library?" he asked innocently enough, but Hermione didn't believe him for a moment.
"Knowing you, Pads, you've been trying to seduce the librarian." Remus said with a shake of his head and Hermione grinned at the two of them.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Moons. You have no proof of anything besides my eternal love for reading." Sirius denied vehemently but his lip twitched in amusement. Hermione cleared her throat pointedly. "Yes, love?"
"I think I found some proof." she pointed at the pile of blankets peeking out from behind the shelf. It was just like Sirius to be napping in the library and then bothering them while she and Remus were trying to study.
"It's not, you see, because Remus was trying to prove I was going after Pince and that," he pointed at Ravenclaw as she disappeared through the library doors. "Is not Madam Pince."
"Oh, how inconsiderate of me, my mistake," Remus drawled, reading his essay instead of paying Sirius any more attention, no doubt for the tenth time. "I should have theorised it was you hiding back there sleeping."
"You'll learn your lesson for next time then," Remus just shook his head and continued his proofreading. Hermione followed his lead and returned her attention to the book in her hands. Sirius leaned in, "Why are you researching poisonous plants? Got sick of me already?"
Hermione pulled the book to her chest, and pushed Sirius back with a hand to his chest. "If I had, I wouldn't use something as traceable as a rare poison that I would have to grow myself. I'll make it look like an accident." she whispered threateningly.
Remus snorted, running his fingers through his hair as he read over his essay.
Sirius gulped, "Really, My, why are you looking that stuff up?"
Thinking quickly on her feet, Hermione said, "It's some research for my Aunt. She said she's looking into some mysterious potion and needs specific ingredients for it. She won't tell me everything but I have a feeling it's something very important."
"I'm sure she appreciates your help," Remus said, distracted but trusting. Hermione turned to Sirius, he didn't look convinced and Hermione tried to look innocent enough.
He crossed his arms and reclined on his chair, "So this research, does it have anything to do with all the other research you've been doing in the restricted section?"
Her brow quirked, "How would you know about that?"
"I've been around the library," he said and Hermione could guess exactly what he had been doing at the time. "I constantly see you going off into the restricted section and you want me to think you don't know what you're looking into."
Remus had looked up from his reading, quickly becoming enamoured with the conversation between Sirius and Hermione. He didn't say anything but he raised his eyebrows in question and Hermione felt herself becoming more flustered by the minute.
"I do just bits and pieces of research for her, if you knew anything about creating a new potion you'd know that it takes more than one thing to get it right!" Hermione closed the book with a slam and pulled her feet out of his lap.
"Right," Sirius said slowly, returning her look of disdain. "Like I would believe that. There's something strange with you Hermione McGonagall, and I'm going to find out what that is. Or have you forgotten that I already know some secrets about you."
She stiffened, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Whatever you say, Hermione." she cringed, this was the first time he had called her that in a long time, maybe even since their first meeting. It wasn't like the Sirius she knew now to be well, serious about much of anything.
Hermione blinked and sighed deeply. "If this is how you're going to act, Sirius Black, then you can sit here alone!" she glanced at Remus. "With Remus!"
She picked up her books, packing them into her bag hazardously. She pushed her chair in roughly and stomped away from the table. Hiking her bag up her shoulder, Hermione marched out of the library, momentarily debating slamming the heavy double doors before thinking better of it and deciding not to disturb the other people in the library.
She heard footsteps rushing behind her and she expected Remus to come apologising for Sirius, but it was the latter's voice that called out to her. "Hermione! Mya, wait!"
She continued walking away from him, not in the mood to hear anything else from him. "What do you want, Black?"
He reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her to a stop in the hall. Hermione turned to him reluctantly, "Remus said I should apologise to you for what I said."
"Well?" she demanded.
"I said 'should', not that I'm going to." he bit out and Hermione rolled her eyes, trying to pull her arm out of his grip. It was hard enough to hold her in place but not enough to hurt her.
"Then what do you want?!"
"I wanted to tell you that I know there's something wrong with your story," Sirius leaned in, getting uncomfortably close to her. "And I'm going to find out what it is. I protect my friends. I want to consider you a friend, but you keep hiding things and lying to me and everyone else. If you end up being a threat to James and Remus and Peter, I won't hesitate to stop you."
"Would you kill me?" her voice was empty when she asked, looking up at him. Her green eyes meet his grey ones.
His eyes became wide with panic and his hand loosened on her arm, letting her go. In that moment he looked like the Sirius she knew, determined and a shadow blanketing his face. She knew what his family was like and what Grimmauld Place was like. His whole life was surrounded by dark magic and hate. The only solace he had was Hogwarts and the Marauders and for him, Hermione keeping secrets could be a threat.
Sirius' mouth opened and shut a few times before he finally stopped, "I would never want to hurt you, Mya. But you are keeping something from me, from all of us. And I want to know what."
Hermione reached up by habit, tucking a dark strand of his hair behind his ear, his eyes following her movements as she rested her hand on his shoulder. "You're right. I'm keeping secrets, but I would never hurt you either and I hope I can tell you everything one day."
Sirius bent forward, reaching out to touch her wrist gently with the tips of his fingers like an apology for pulling her. "When is one day?"
"I don't know," she shook her head before turning away and disappearing down the hall.
Maybe never.
Harry McGonagall
Harry was sipping a cup of calming tea after a rough Quidditch practice. He was sweaty and had abandoned his practice jersey on the chair by the unlit fireplace the moment he'd gotten back. He mindlessly flipped through one of his textbooks for the potions project Slughorn had assigned. Although with his knowledge, it was too easy to pass all his classes without trying.
The portrait hole opened and Harry looked up with a nervous grin, ready to face Hermione's wrath for stinking up the entire living room. Hermione barreled through the door, slamming it shut behind her and dropping her book bag on the floor.
"I hate this!" she shouted, seemingly at no one.
"Hate what?" he asked cautiously, dropping his feet from the coffee table. It wouldn't do to upset her any further than she already was and give her someone to aim at with all the anger he could see bubbling up.
"The lying! The sneaking around!" she seethed, advancing on him. "We're lying to everyone here, Harry, even Aunt Minerva doesn't know the full story. Not what we've been through, not who we've lost, and certainly not what we're planning on doing here. She doesn't even know about the potion I'm working on for Remus!"
"Are you thinking about telling someone about-" he gestured vaguely between them. "About us and where we're from and who we really are?"
"No! That would put everything in jeopardy, not to mention whoever knows in imminent danger!" she hissed. "Not that Sirius would accept that answer, kept going on and on about me hiding something and how he was going to figure out what it was."
Harry stood up, moving towards her carefully, "Do you think he will?"
"Have you ever known Sirius bloody Black to give up on anything?" she touched her wrist subconsciously. "He's literally a dog, in more ways than one," she muttered, "And he's hunting for his next bone. Lucky us."
"You're right, it's not likely that he'll give up," Harry sat back down with a heavy sigh.
"Don't I know it."
"What should we do?" he asked.
"I don't know. All I know is that Sirius isn't going away and sooner rather than later, other people are going to start asking questions too." Hermione flopped onto the couch, noticing the jersey on the arm. Taking a sniff of it, she gagged and tossed it away from her. "That's disgusting, Harry. Clean up after yourself. We're almost thirty by now."
"And yet we're still only in our early years in Hogwarts," he joked, picking up the jersey from the floor and wandlessly commanding it to go up to his room and into the hamper. "What a disappointment we must be."
"A disappointment to who? Your parents passed years ago, James and Lily are our age. My parents don't even know who I am," Hermione snorted bitterly, "In two universes! Aunt Minnie cares for us but she doesn't know everything, so she can't be there for us. And the Weasleys," she rubbed between her eyebrows. "God, I miss the Weasleys."
Her eyes watered and Harry reached over to rest a reassuring hand over hers. "I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better."
"Can you take away the terrible guilt?" Harry shook his head. "I thought so, bloody useless you are." she joked through a watery half smile.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the night?" Harry hoped she would want to play Wizard's Chess but knew better than to expect it really. "We could do some reading?" he cringed at the question in the end.
She smiled kindly and kissed his cheek, "I'm going to head to bed, I know it's early but I've had a long day and I can't take much more. Sweet dreams, Harry."
"Sleep well," he watched Hermione disappear up the stairs.
He was hungry, but didn't feel like cooking and wand made food always had a strange aftertaste in his opinion. Harry looked down at himself and thought he was clean enough to sneak down to the kitchens without stinking up the castle. Harry walked out of his common room, nodding to the entrance painting as it shut before walking off towards the kitchens.
Halfway there he bumped into the last person he thought he would find alone on a Sunday, in a deserted hallway. James was pacing up and down the hall, muttering to himself. He was stomping loudly back and forth before he finally noticed Harry.
"Hello, mate," he waved awkwardly before scratching the back of his neck. "It's Harry, right? I don't think we've been properly introduced outside of Quidditch practice."
James held out his hand and Harry stared at it for a beat too long before reaching out to shake it. "Yes, and you're James Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you without balls flying at us. Wait, no, that came out terribly wrong."
James laughed deeply and Harry found himself joining his father. It was so odd, hearing your father's laugh for the first time after so many long years. It was depressing, now that he thought about it, that Harry had spent so long without his parents and when he finally had the chance to meet them he hadn't taken it for years.
James inclined his head to Harry, "Where are you off to this close to curfew?"
"The kitchens for a late night snack. Do you want to come?" he asked more on impulse than anything else, but he found himself hoping that James would agree. If only to spend a few more moments with his father before they separated.
James nodded and they turned quietly, heading towards the kitchens.
"Why don't I see you around?" James asked curiously, a pinch in his brow.
"What do you mean? We have Quidditch practice and classes together. We see each other around constantly," Harry averted his eyes. There was shame burning hot in his stomach at not having met his father sooner and lying to him when he finally did.
"I mean," James started. "Sirius and Remus talk about your sister quite a lot, and you too sometimes, but you and Mya are never around when I am." James tapped his chin. "Do I smell?"
"Oh, no." Harry quickly denied. His father most certainly did not smell, Pettigrew on the other hand reeked of rat and wherever James was, Pettigrew was a step behind him like a cowering shadow. "I just don't like socialising with people much. I mostly hang around my sister and whenever Sirius catches me."
"You say that like you're a mouse and he's the cat," together they continue walking towards the kitchen and Harry was enjoying his father's company more and more with every step.
"More like a dog, I've heard," he muttered under his breath.
James turned to him, a brow arched up at the comment. Harry cleared his throat when James continued looking at him curiously. "Has he been making glassy eyes at your sister?"
Harry paused midstep. "What?"
His father shrugged one shoulder.
"Not as far as I know," he said slowly, "but I've been told I can be quite oblivious about those type of things." Harry wondered if Sirius had been trying to snog Hermione, if he had, Harry hadn't noticed and neither of them had told him of anything.
"I'm going to leave you here, actually. I hope you don't mind." James stopped abruptly. "I have to go and pick up Remus from the library, he has a tendency of falling asleep in there or forgetting that there's actually a curfew in place."
"Don't worry about it! Hermione has done the same thing since before I can remember," Harry waved as James went off in the direction of the library.
Harry wondered if he had said something wrong to make James run off so quickly. All Harry knew was that he would truly try to form a friendship with James. Even if it wasn't the relationship he wanted with his father and it was like a cold slap to the face, every time his own father looked at him and didn't see his son. Having James in his life was more than nothing at all.
28 May 1973
Hermione McGonagall
Hermione kept her eyes on the students as they zipped quickly through the halls, practically knocking each other over with excitement as they waited for summer to start and to be as far away from the nearest professor as possible. She had tried to make an effort after October. To be more open and outgoing with the people in this era, after all, it was her time and universe now too.
Sirius, most of all, was slowly but surely becoming a fixture in her life.
He would show up and hide under her table at least once a week, she had started to wonder if she had inadvertently become his mother duck. Although Hermione didn't mind him and it was nice to have someone entertain her while she was in the library. Sirius had a tendency to find her right when she was searching for wolfsbane. If it was anyone else she wouldn't give them the time of day when she was busy, but Sirius had managed to weasel his way into her shortened attention span.
Remus was the least surprising person in her life. He was just as studious and kind as he had always been. He'd taken to sitting quietly and working on his essays next to her and the company was the push she needed for her wolfsbane research.
She leaned over the balcony to eye the clumps of people gathered in the courtyard, all of them heading towards the train station beyond the lake in a steady flow. Her eyes found the four boys running down the stairs, pearls of laughter bubbling from them. Sirius, James, Remus and Peter had only gotten closer since the full moon months ago. Which was what she had originally heard from their alternate counterparts but having seen an older Professor Lupin change hadn't prepared her for that chilly night in October.
Hearing a twelve year olds bones break and contort savagely into a canine-like structure had been worse than she could imagine. Picking at the sleeve of her cream jumper, Hermione caught Sirius' eye when he glanced up. He waved, catching the attention of the other boys who stared towards her and hesitantly did the same.
A soft smile stretched over her face as she held her hand up in a silent farewell. She had said her own goodbyes earlier that morning.
Sirius had played an end of year prank and ended up hiding out from Slughorn and Vector in her common room for over two hours. Harry had been uncomfortable but still sat with the two of them and held a conversation with Sirius the entire time.
Spotting two of her friends at the gates, Hermione tapped her fingers to a happy little beat. Alice Fortescue from Herbology and Marlene McKinnon from Potions had quickly become her friends, at first if only to know someone pleasant in her own House (Sirius did not count as good company). Although she wished she'd spent more than just a few passing moments with the both of them. Next year, she promised herself.
Emmeline Vanity from Slytherin was an interesting surprise. The girl may wear green and silver but she was as pigheaded as any Gryffindor. Hermione and Alice would often joke that they were the only normal ones among their Quidditch mad friends.
Marley and Harry were both on the Gryffindor team and Emma was planning on trying out for her House team as soon as she was eligible. Alice, like her, had no desire to fall off a broom and break her bones. The three of them usually sat on the bleachers, watching both House practices and finishing essays in advance while keeping an eye out to make sure no one was injured or killed.
Hermione made a note in her mind to force Harry into talking to the Marauders and Lily more often. Although he was on the same team as his father and godfather, Harry made it almost painful to see him actively avoid them at every turn unless she was with him. It was like the courageous boy from Madam Malkin's at the start of First Year was long gone, but Hermione would soon fix that. She would force him to be friends with his family even if it killed her.
Pushing away from the departing sea of children and heading to her aunt's office, Hermione thought it was due time to try and recreate the wolfsbane potion for Remus. Or at least contact the man who would successfully make it in the future and speed up his timetable. There was no reason to keep Remus in his state of suffering for years when she could do something about it now.