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Mid June, 1979

        Hermione looked down at Remus, her eyes wide with shock. His words echoing through her mind, “Marry me.” They repeated over and over, and she watched in horror as her mind raced to find an answer as his eyes darkened from the gold to deep red. His iris’s filled with red and soon his eyes began to bleed and Hermione let out a shriek and pulled away from him.

Hermione sat up suddenly in bed, letting out a cry and settling down when she looked at the empty bed beside her. She brought a hand up to her mouth and muffled her sob as she clutched the blankets tighter around her body, the other hand gripping the sheets tightly. She heard a thump and watched as a light appeared in the doorway.

“Hermione?” Sirius whispered, walking into the room, he sat on the edge of the bed, one hand moving out to touch her but she cringed away from him. “Another nightmare?” He said softly, and Hermione nodded, letting out a whimper as she glanced up at him, her lips quivered, her entire composure threatened to crack at any moment. “The same thing?” He whispered, and she nodded, and allowed him to gather her into his arms. “He’ll be alright.”

“How can you be so sure?” She murmured, pressing her face against his shoulder.

“I’m not. But you have to hope.” He said, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“I’ve already run out of hope.”

“Well I haven’t.” Sirius whispered, squeezing her tightly.

 

When Sirius woke up the next morning, Hermione was still in his arms. During the night had removed one of his arms that had been underneath her and it was now resting under his head, her head was tucked neatly under his chin, arms curled up between their bodies, his other arm out around her waist. He listened to her breathing to determine if she was awake or not. He couldn’t tell.

“I’m awake.” She whispered softly, pulling away slightly to glance up at him. He smiled down at her before shifting slightly. He pressed his forehead against hers and ran his fingers through her curls.

“I miss this.” He murmured softly and Hermione’s brow furrowed against his in confusion.

“Sirius we never did-” Hermione started, but Sirius cut her off.

“I know. I meant us talking, being in each other’s presence. Being close with you and Moony. I miss that. I’ve felt so lonely since we left Hogwarts. No one has time for anyone anymore. James works and goes on missions, and when he’s not him and Lily spend free minute they have together. You and Moony do the same thing, and Pete, hell I don’t know what he does. He’s been distant lately, more so than he usually is. I try and talk to him and makes an excuse and leaves, and it’s like he’s nervous… not to mention he hasn’t been to an Order meeting in months…”

“He’s just stressed with the shop and the death of his father so suddenly Sirius.” Hermione said trying to reassure him and Sirius muttered quietly that it didn’t seem like he had been that upset at the funeral. Hermione reached out with one hand and touched his cheek and pulled his head down to kiss his forehead. “You know things can’t be the same way they were in Hogwarts Sirius. Besides you still have Talia.” Hermione said softly. Sirius’ eyes shifted away from hers and she frowned. “Sirius…”

“She left. Two months ago.” He said hoarsely.

“What?” Hermione whispered, eyes widening then softening into a sympathetic look. “Sirius, why didn’t you say anything?” She said and he shrugged softly.

“I don’t know. Things just became distant between us, and I came home one day, she was gone, all her things. She’d been slowly moving out, I just never really noticed.” He said frowning.

“Oh Sirius, I’m so sorry.” Hermione murmured.

“Don’t be. It was my fault.” He said shrugging and biting his lip. Hermione leaned closer to him and pressed her nose against his and smiled. He snorted softly, a grin forming on his lips, his arms tightened around her and he let out a sigh. They were silent for some time before Hermione spoke up.

“He asked me to marry him you know.” She said softly and Sirius pulled away from her to smile at her.

“It’s about time.” He said laughing softly, but frowned when Hermione’s lips lowered to a frown as well. “What?”

“I never expected it.” She said softly, lowering her gaze away from his. “It was so sudden, after I came back from talking with Dumbledore, I was so scared Sirius.”

“Why? What did Dumbledore say?” Sirius asked, his voice straining in slight panic as he lifted her chin, her eyes flickered to his before moving away quickly.

“I-I’m running out of time here.” She said her voice trembling. “I didn’t know what to say to him, I’m so scared of leaving him Sirius. That’s why I keep having that dream, not because he’s out there with a pack of blood thirsty werewolves, I know he can take care of himself. But I’m afraid of what will happen to him hen I leave.”

“You know don’t you.” Sirius said softening his gaze lowering to the trinket resting on the sheets between them, he watched as it flared a light blue.

“Only bits and pieces of what he went through, he never got into details, but it was horrible.” She said licking her lips. She watched Sirius’ fingers as they slowly moved towards the trinket. “Don’t!” She whispered, reached out to grab his hand, but it was too late, his finger tips had already grazed the glass of the glowing pensive.

Hermione watched in horror as his eyes clouded over and then after a few seconds he was back, his eyes wide as he lifted them to hers, retracting his hand from her grasp as if he were burned. She felt a jolt through her entire body as he severed the connection with her memories.

“You saw something. What did you see?” She said sitting up as he did, shaking his head. “Tell me Sirius!” She said crawling into his lap, hands going on either side of his face. “Tell me.” She whispered looking into his eyes. She was afraid of what he saw because there were so many things he couldn’t know about, and she was deathly afraid because if he saw something, that only meant that Remus had seen something as well.

“Me. I was older… I looked… sick. I was fighting with people, and the scene shifted, I kept seeing James… no…not James, he had green eyes… Lily’s eyes… Harry.” Sirius said his eyes widening, and Hermione’s eyes were filled with horror when he looked into them. “I saw flashes of things, you, only you were younger, much younger, and Remus, so depressed and alone. Then the scene shifted again, only I didn’t see me anymore, it was…you… fighting my cousin…you killed her…you murdered Bella.” He said his eyes glazing over. “You murdered my kin.” He said gulping and shaking his head slightly.

“I’m sorry Sirius.” Hermione said her fingers running through his hair.

“Don’t be. She’s a Dea-” He started but Hermione had cut him off with one whisper.

“Obliviate.” She murmured his fingers pressed against his temple. His eyes clouded over and she crawled off his lap before he came back again. She got up from the bed slowly, and looked to him. He was watching her, and she smiled at him. “Do you want breakfast Sirius?” She asked.

“Sure.” He said grinning. “Oh, Hermione, what answer did you give to Remus?” Sirius asked, and Hermione smiled weakly at him before walking out the door.

 

 

 

Late June, 1979

Two weeks had gone by and she hadn’t heard a word from Remus, James, Gideon, Fabian or Ridge. To say she was worried was an understatement. She was a complete nervous wreck. She was lying in bed, facing away from the open window and the waning moon that had been staring her mockingly in the face for the past two nights. She hadn’t slept properly since the group missed their last check three days ago. She sat up in bed when she heard the floor board’s creek down the hall.

She cast a shield spell around her self as she reached for her wand on the night table. A figure appeared in the doorway, clinging to the wall and her eyes widened as a gasp escaped her lips. “Remus!” She whispered as she dropped the spell and went to him, catching him as he stumbled. She dragged him over to bed, his breathing was heavy and as she sat down he fell in between her legs, wrapping his arms around her tightly and letting out a sob. “Oh Gods Remus.” She murmured, leaning her head down to press against his as he held her tightly, her arms winding around his body.

She pulled her hands away from him hen she felt her fingers become wet and sticky. She looked down horrified to find them covered in blood. She let out a gasp as she glanced down at his back. It was covered in deep gashes and scratches. “Hermione…” He whimpered.

“Shh.. it’s okay Remus. I’m here.” She whispered in his ear. “Can you stand? I need to get you into the bathroom to clean you up.” She said and nodded. She helped him to the bathroom, unbuttoning and pulling off his worn trousers she then helped him into the tub. She ran warm water over his body. All the while he said nothing, just leaned on his knees and allowed her to clean his body. He gently touched her shoulder as she leaned over his front to inspect his chest and wash out the wounds. He leaned forward, his scruffy face pressing against her neck as he inhaled her scent, his fingers twinning into her hair. She pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck and he pulled away after a moment.

“I love you.” He whispered hoarsely.

Hermione smiled weakly and bit her lip as she turned away from him to grab the iodine. “This is going to hurt a lot. I don’t trust spells to clean these as well as this.” She said lifting the bottle for him to see. He nodded and grabbed the side of the tub. “Do you want a gag, so you don’t bite your tongue?” He shook his head.

“Just do it.” He murmured. Hermione nodded and hesitantly poured the liquid over his back. His body began to shake and his breathing became ragged as he fought not to cry out from the pain. Hermione reached for the sprayer and when she believed the cuts to be clean enough she rinsed them with cool water.

“Let me see your front.” She said and Remus shifted slightly, still shaking and Hermione looked over his chest. The cuts on his chest weren’t as bad as the ones on the front. But as she went to place a cloth dampened with iodine on his chest a drop of blood hit her hand. She used her free hand to tilt his chin up and saw that his mouth was bleeding. “Remus…” She said softly, “Please, don’t act brave for me… I know you’re in a lot of pain…” She said her lips trembling and he smiled weakly, gulping as a bit more blood from his bitten lip fell down his chin.

Hermione finished cleaning his wounds before she moved to wash hair, shave him and trim his hair. When she finished that she bound his chest and performed a few healing spells. “I’ll need to make some stronger potions for you in the morning.” She said as she helped him out of the bath. She reached for the towel and would have started to dry him but he waved her off.

“I can get this.” He said softly and she nodded.

“Alright, I’ll go get you some clothes…”

“Just light weight pants please.” He said as she stood in the doorway. She watched him as he slowly dried himself, she thought he looked so old then, an image of the Remus she knew in her real time flashed before her eyes. She shook her head and went to get him clothes, when she returned he was standing there, waiting patiently toweling his hair. She handed him his pants and was about to leave when he grabbed her arm, twirling her around to face him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips.

Hermione pulled away and smiled at him. “I don’t have any sleeping potions.” She said softly, running her fingers down his arms.

“It’s fine.” Remus said softly, placing the pants over his shoulder and the towel over the side of the tub he walked towards the bedroom. Hermione followed him, turning out the lights and closing the door behind her. Remus discarded the pants onto the floor and climbed into the bed. Hermione stood near the door watching him. “More comfortable without them.” He murmured, easing himself down onto the pillows he had propped up. She wanted to cry as she watched him. She’d been worried for weeks about him, but she promised herself she would hold it together, knowing he would get through it.

“Remus… “ She started, but he held up a hand.

“Not now… please.” He said softly. “I don’t want to think about anything except being in your arms right now.” He said softly and for the first time she noticed his need. He patted the bed beside him, a signal for her join him. As she moved to her side she felt his gaze on her the entire time. She crawled on the bed beside him and he leaned in and kissed her jaw, one hand moving into her hair to tilt her head back to gain access to her neck. He planted kisses along her neck while slowly moving their bodies down on the bed, so that they were laying and not sitting. “Merlin I missed you.” He said softly.

“But your wounds.” She said softly.

“I don’t care.” He whispered, his hold tightening around her.

 

Late May, 1998

Remus walked into the library at Hogwarts, finding Harry there, reading a thick book. “What’s that you’ve got there Harry?” Remus asked as he went to a shelf to grab a book

“Just doing some research on traveling mirrors.” He said softly, and glanced up at Remus. “Say Remus, did you ever ask Hermione to marry you? I remember you having the engagement ring, but never saying anything about getting married.”

“I did ask her.” Remus said softly.

“Well, what did she say?” Harry asked.

“No.” Remus whispered giving Harry a sad smile.
















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