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Next Morning, Late June, 1979

When Hermione woke up in the morning she slowly lifted herself out of bed, covering Remus as she did so. She grabbed fresh clothes and padded down to the bathroom. She stepped under the hot spray and leaned against the wall, letting the water run over her body.

She let out a heavy breath and then the tears came. She had been so worried about him for the last month that while in a rush to take care of him last night she had forgotten how long he’d been gone. She had spent nearly a month without him. In the last two weeks while not receiving any word from the group she had been taking extra shifts at the Hospital just to keep her mind off everything. Sirius had to actually come in and sign her out on occasion because she wouldn’t do so herself. Realizing that if he woke up he would be able to hear her, Hermione forced the tears away and continued with her shower.

When she got out she headed downstairs to start making healing potions for him and cooking up breakfast. When she stepped into the kitchen she found a letter waiting for her on the counter, she recognized it immediately as Sirius’ handwriting. She opened it quickly, wondering if he had been here last night or this morning.


            I stopped by early this morning after getting word that the group had returned. James owled me as soon as he got in last night. I will fill you in later on the details. I wanted to see how Remus was doing since the others did not know. Apparently he left right after giving Ridge to them. Ridge is not in good shape from what James said. I knew Remus would not be doing well, so there are a few potions in the refrigerator, you don’t have to repay me, even though I know you will. I’ll stop by later on in the evening. 


                                                            ps: I wrote into work for you, they know you won’t be there.

Hermione smiled softly at the letter, and turned to the refrigerator and checked the potions Sirius had left. On the top shelf were a number of them, all homemade, and all labeled in Sirius’ neat script. She briefly wondered if he had made them last night, but it didn’t matter, it meant Remus could get them faster, and she didn’t have to take time to make any.

She began to make breakfast, working quickly because she knew that once Remus could smell it he would probably be up. While she began preparing everything she didn’t even hear him come down the stairs but when she turned around to grab something from the pantry he was there, leaning against the doorway, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and it was only now she realized that he had lost weight.

She stared up at him and he smiled softly at her, his eyes still clouded with sleepiness. “Morning.” He said hoarsely. She looked him up and down, his slightly longer hair, his bruises, his cuts, the way he was leaning against the doorway fro support, she clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her sob. She ducked her head so he wouldn’t see her, even if he could hear her. “Hey…” he said softly as he limped to stiffly gather her into his arms. “It’s okay.” He said softly, pressing her face against his chest. Hermione let her arms fall loosely to her sides, not wanting to hurt him more and he held her tightly as she cried against him. “At least I’m alive.” He whispered in her ear.

Sirius had stopped in during the evening like he said he was going to. Hermione had made him some replacement potions, finding she had nothing to do after she sent Remus up to bed with two potions, a sleeping one, and a healing one.

Hermione turned around from the counter with two cups of tea in her hands and walked into the common room where Sirius was sitting on the couch, with Adeline in his lap. The cat was very fond of him, and of Remus, which made Hermione slightly curious about her. She handed Sirius his cup of tea and sat down in the chair across from him, tucking her legs up underneath her body.

“How long has he been out?” Sirius asked, glancing up as he sipped his tea.

“Nearly eight hours.” Hermione murmured, blowing on her tea to cool it down. Sirius nodded and sipped his once more before putting it down.

“You know what happened right?” he said and Hermione shook her head softly.

“No, he wouldn’t talk about it.” She said softly.

“Oh.” Sirius said, slightly shocked. He paused for along moment as if not sure what to say. He ran his hand through his hair in hesitation while with his other hand he stroked Adeline’s ears. That was a clue to Hermione that he was nervous about something, which made her all the more eager to know what had happened. “I only know what happened to James and the twins. Not to Ridge and Remus.” Sirius said, as if sensing her eagerness.

“How is he, Ridge, I mean?” Hermione questioned, her fingers tightening around her cup.

Sirius was silent for some time, his eyes shifted forward to hers and he gave her a sad smile. “He lasted through the night, which is more than we expected.” Sirius said, and Hermione flinched, tearing her eyes away from his. She heard his movements but didn’t look to see what he was doing, but she felt his fingers on her cheeks ghosting over her cheeks to tangle into her hair. He gently pulled her head to look at him. “He’s going to get through it. You know better than all of us how he is.” Sirius said, pressing his forehead against hers. She nodded with a shaky smile as a few tears fell down her cheeks and Sirius leaned up to kiss her forehead before pulling away and sitting on the edge of the couch across from her.

“What happened out there?” Hermione whispered miserably, wiping her cheeks with her sleeve.

“I don’t know what happened to the two of them, you’ll have to get that from Remus, but as for James and the twins, they lost contact with the two of them about a week ago. The twins and James were right on werewolf territory and had been seen, not by wolves, but by Death Eaters, they got away with a few scrapes, James got the worst of it. Luckily the Death Eaters had other plans, because they would have been dead otherwise.” Sirius said and Hermione nodded. “They were supposed to meet up with Ridge and Remus before the full moon, but as I said they lost contact. They couldn’t very well leave them there, so they stayed. They found them yesterday evening, and by they I mean Remus found them. He was carrying Ridge who was unconscious, handed Ridge over to Fabian, all the while Gideon and James are asking him questions and trying to help, but James said he just snarled at them, told them to get Ridge some help and disappeared without a word.”

Hermione bit her lip and glanced up at the ceiling in the direction of their bedroom. “That isn’t like him at all.” Hermione said softly, having set her tea down during Sirius story she now rubbed her arms as a wave of chills hit her spine again.

“No it isn’t. But it was just after a transformation, and you know how he gets.”

“It doesn’t matter. Ridge’s life was in danger, something else must have been wrong, he wouldn’t do that.” Hermione said shaking her head. “He would have stayed to see he got the help he needed.”

“Yes, but maybe he acted selfishly for once in his life. Having been able to find them, maybe he couldn’t deal with being away for any longer. He was in a lot of pain, and when he’s in pain, he’s angry and doesn’t tolerate much at all, you know that. He has a high threshold for pain, but if he was as bad as James says, with deep gashes on his back and Merlin knows what else, he would have been ready to snap at anything.”

“He wasn’t angry when he came in, exhausted and on the verge of collapsing…and yes, his wounds were terrible, but he still…” She said drifting off quietly, and Sirius raised an eyebrow at her.

“Still what?” Sirius said, and Hermione shook her head.

“He wanted to make love.” She whispered and tried not to notice the surprise in Sirius’ eyes before he regained his composer. “Even after I said no about getting married… he still…” She said stopping to shake her head.

“He still loves you Hermione, even if you don’t want to marry him. Didn’t you tell him that none of that mattered to you?” Sirius said softly.

“Yes, but I can’t… and it’s not that I don’t want to marry him… I just don’t know how long I have left here. Albus told me a year…but it could be less than that… and I can’t leave him alone.”

“Don’t you already know if you marry him? You are from the future I mean.” Sirius said, his puzzled expression making Hermione smile sadly.

“Lets just say it’s complicated, we aren’t very close in my time, well not like this. I’m his best friend’s son’s friend after all. I’ll be born this September, you do the math.” Hermione said and Sirius’ eyes widened.

“Right, forgot about that one minor detail.” Sirius said shaking his head with a smile.

Hermione was about to say something when Adeline mewed, and Hermione looked around and found her standing at the bottom of the stairs. She meowed quietly again and looked up the stairs and Hermione heard Remus’ voice float down the stairs, calling her softly.

“That’s my cue to leave.” Sirius said standing and going to Hermione as she stood, he hugged her tightly before pressing a kiss to her temple and going to the fireplace. Hermione watched as he disappeared before going to the stairs and following Adeline up them to her room. When she opened the door hesitantly she found Remus sitting on the side of the bed, the sheet over his waist, he seemed to be inspecting his wounds carefully. Or, at least, inspecting the bandages and where to find the edge to remove them so he could then inspect the wounds. She had changed them before he had gone to sleep, since he had bled through during the night.

“You won’t be fully healed, best to leave them be until they close up partially.” Hermione said softly from the doorway, Remus glanced up at her in slight surprise, then nodded, dropping his hand to his side. “Did you need anything?” She asked.

“No, everything is… hazy at the moment…” He said gulping and rubbing his eyes. “Was that Sirius I heard?” He asked.

“Yes. He left just a moment ago, wanted to see how you were doing.” She said and moved closer to him.

“Oh.” Remus said softly.

“He’ll be back tomorrow some time, while I’m at work to check in on you.” Hermione said as she ran her fingers trough his hair. He pressed his head against her hand, letting her know he liked the slow movement hers hands were making, it was a very canine gesture.

“How is work?” He asked, sighing as her hand dipped to the back of his neck, fingers twirling the hair at the base of his neck.

“Fine.” She responded coolly, his body stiffened under her touch and he tilted his head back slightly to look up at her.

“What is it?” He said, reaching back to stop her hands in their movements so he could concentrate, his thumb began to move in patterns around the back of her hand as he waited for her to answer.

“Nothing, work is fine, that’s all.” She said, trying to take her hand back, but he wouldn’t allow her to.

“Work is never just fine for you Hermione. It’s usually exciting, when did it become just fine?” He said, frowning as she pulled her hand out of his grip and turned away from him.

“I don’t know Remus! Maybe when I started working to forget where you were, what you were doing, trying not to think of how you were feeling, or how you were acting, and what may have happened to you and how you were taking the fact that I refused your proposal.” She said, her last words coming out in a jumbled snarl that made Remus flinch. “It would have most men running, a girl not accepting their proposal.”

“I am not most men Hermione. You know the bond we carry is deeper than any marriage could ever hold.” Remus said softly, his amber eyes boring into her brown ones.

“Then why ask?” She whispered desperately, her shoulders sagging in what seemed like defeat, but Remus knew better.

“The laws are changing, I had hoped that you would say yes, so that in the event of a future child that child would be safe.” He said and nodded down to her stomach, both his hands coming down to rest on her sides and she gasped and glanced down, before looking wildly up at him in panic and alarm. He shook his head frowning, one hand smoothing over her belly “You’re not pregnant, you don’t need to worry.” He said calmly.

“I wasn-” Hermione started, trying to defend herself but Remus cut her off with a brush of his finger over her lips.

“You were worried, for a moment. I can sense your panic and fear love, smell it even. You’re terrified at the thought of having a child now, that much I know. I feel the same.” He said one hand ghosting up her side to caress the curls at the nape of her neck.

“Aren’t you the least bit upset at me?” She said softly, her fingers restlessly fiddling with her shirt hem.

He shook his head, his eyes glinting as he grinned up at her like a small puppy. “No, in time I know that we will marry.”

“And how do you know that?” she said, her voice wavering slightly, thinking he was teasing her.

His hand slid down her back and rested on her hip, he pulled her closer to him, gently so as to not jar his ribs as she settled between his legs. His free hand moved up to the chain resting around her neck and carefully he pulled it out of it’s hiding place in the folds of her shirt. Her eyes widened in horror as the glowing increased and Remus spoke softly. “Because of this.”

He was careful not to touch it and Hermione supposed she should be grateful for that, but finding out that he had seen something he probably shouldn’t have terrified more than the panic of the possibility of being child a few moments ago. “What did you see?” She said, wrenching the chain away from his grasp, when he blink she repeated, louder, shouting at him.

“A jumble of things.” He said, “but the one that stands out the most is a memory of my older self fighting with a woman about my wife, about you.” He said and Hermione shook her head roughly, trying to remember, her fingers sliding down the chain, coming in contact with the glowing ever brighter trinket.

She let out a gasp and roughly rubbed her hand over her eyes as the trinket fell from her grasp against her shirt. “Tonks…” She sighed and opened her eyes and Remus noticed how tired she looked now. “When did you see that?” She said asked, reaching behind her neck to unclasp the chain.

“Over a year ago.” He murmured, feeling completely idiotic.

“Well it’s too late then.” Hermione said huffing as she dumped the trinket into her hand, dropping the cord around it as it rested in her palm.

“To do what?” Remus asked nervously.

“To obliviate what you saw.” She said softly and moved to her dresser where she grabbed a cloth from the top drawer and wrapped the trinket in it. She turned to face him again, her expression completely somber, her tone serious when she spoke. “I need you to hide this. I trust you enough not to look at it. But it’s dangerous, Sirius managed to see something when he touched it, I don’t know how, but he did. Gideon didn’t when he accidentally did, which makes me believe that only people I know and have memories in my time with are able to see the memories that they are in, among other snips of my memories. That means that any number of death eaters would be able to see anything they wanted… and Voldemort…” She whispered, Remus flinching at the name, “I don’t want to know what he would see.” She whispered sadly. “And what he would do with that knowledge.”

They were silent for a long time, Hermione staring at the roll of cloth in her hand and Remus staring at the floor. He heard her movements, but didn’t look up to watch her. She back in front of him within moments, speaking softly, “Do you need anything?”

He glanced up at her, his eyes begging her to forgive him. “I’m sorry.” He said hoarsely, and she shook her head and smiled at him, a real smile, not a fake one etched with anger or worry.

“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have worn it from the start, it is a pensive after all, however how small it will still act like one. I was daft to think that nothing would happen. The damn thing glows when ever something comes up that probably has to with something I should remember.” She said and reached out to tuck some of his tousled hair behind his ear. “Your ribs and back need to be bound again, and I’m sure your due for another dulling potion.” She said and was about to turn around when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“I love you.” He murmured softly, slowly sliding his hand up to her elbow and pulling her down onto the bed next to him, he leaned over her body then, wincing with the pain that rippled through his back muscles. One hand moved up to caress her cheek while the other held his weight over her body. She smiled up at him, both hands reaching up to cup his cheeks before sliding back and pulling him gently by the neck down into a kiss.

“I love you too.” She murmured against his lips, he grinned and pulled away, pressing his face against her neck, inhaling her sent, his teeth scraping across her throat in a wolf-like fashion. He always acted very wolf like whenever he came back from spending time at the den. He let out a soft growl of protest when she tired to pull his face away from her neck, he was not yet done with familiarizing himself with her scent again. “And I would be very happy to take the name Lupin.” She said her fingers caressing his hairlines, his eyes flashed yellow and she watched as they clouded over in not lust as she had thought, but in relief before he once again buried his face into her neck and hair, whispering incoherent words to her.

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