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June 1979

“You looked like death warmed over.” Sirius said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Remus was leaning against the pillows, a brief smiled fluttered over his face as his eyes opened.

“What are you doing here?” Remus murmured, reaching up to rub his eyes.

“Playing nurse of course.” Sirius said, grinning. “Did you sleep like that?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched Remus rub his neck and wince.

“Yes,” Remus murmured, pausing briefly to wet his lips. “It hurt too much to sleep lying down.”

“Oh,” Sirius said, sounding somewhat awkward. “Why didn’t you grab a potion?” Remus shrugged, glancing at the clock on the nightstand, and Sirius new it was just a ruse to not have to look him in the eye. “You’re punishing yourself for what happened to Ridge aren’t you?” Sirius said, his voice becoming slightly angered. Remus’ eyes snapped up to meet his and he started to shake his head, but Sirius held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t you dare lie to me Moony, don’t you fucking dare. You’ve done it before, when James got hurt, and Snape found out, you punished yourself, you let yourself be in pain, because you thought you deserved it.” He said, the tone of his voice making Remus flinch. He scooted closer, grabbing Remus’ face in his hands and stared him in the eyes as he spoke. “You don’t deserve it Moony. You go through enough pain once a month as it is, why torture yourself more.” He said, his lasts words coming out in a whisper as he dropped his hands. “It wasn’t your fault.” He said softly.

“You don’t know what happened in there.” Remus snarled, causing Sirius’ head to snap up.

“Yeah, well whose problem is that? Ridge hasn’t told us anything, because he bloody well can’t, and you could have but you haven’t yet.” Sirius said his mouth closing in a firm line as he finished speaking and waited patiently for Remus to start speaking.

Eventually he did, “Everything went wrong. The other wolves ambushed me on the full moon. They didn’t trust me, and didn’t like the special treatment Greyback was giving me. I was his bitch as they liked to put it.” He said pausing to close his eyes. “He favored me over them because he turned me, and was so proud that I had lasted all these years alive as a werewolf, that I hadn’t succumbed to the madness that most children do when turned so young. That I hadn’t become some feral beast.” He spat, his face contorted with inexplicable rage. “They attacked me, as I said, once Greyback was gone because they wouldn’t dare when he is around. Ridge, he has some standing in the pack, more so, now that he’s brought me to Greyback, and tried to stop it. He got the worst of it, taking the rougher attacks, because they could hurt him all they wanted, kill him even… and he just took it. He let them do those things to him… for me.” Remus said, lifting his eyes to stare glassy-eyed at Sirius. The anger in his eyes was still there, but his voice had cracked, “He’s nearly dead because of me.”

Sirius reached out and grasped Remus’ shoulder tightly. “Luckily some pup ran off in the commotion, not wanting to be a little warm up for the older wolves and ran into Greyback while running. He came back, and killed them, snapped their necks right then and there. He warned anyone else who tried anything was going to be killed as well.” Remus said, his eyes glazing over and Sirius stared at him for a moment before squeezing his shoulder once more and Remus dropped his head sadly.

“How about something to eat?” Sirius said and Remus only shrugged softly. “If I don’t feed you Hermione will know. You know that. She’ll skin me alive.” He grinned as Remus chuckled quietly. “Breakfast in bed? Or downstairs?” Sirius asked as he stood up, and Remus only shrugged. Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally going to the door.

“Sirius?” Remus said softly causing Sirius to look up at him, eyebrow raised. “No surprises please.” Sirius snorted softly, a small smile stretching across his lips as he nodded before he went down the stairs.


    Hermione arrived home later that evening to find Sirius and Remus upstairs in her and Remus’ bedroom. The small table they kept by the window was near the side of the bed, Remus’ chess set sitting on it, a game forgotten. She looked to the boys and found both of the sound asleep.

Remus was lying on his back, propped up on some pillows, his bandages freshly changed, a few empty potion bottles sitting on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. Sirius must have forced them on him. Sirius was in her spot on the bed, lying there curled up, the extra blanket he had grabbed from the chest in the corner was tangled around his legs. Hermione couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two of them, fast asleep.

She wished she knew where Remus’ camera was, because it would have been a wonderful picture. She sighed, and set her bag down near her dresser and checked over her shoulder to make sure that both were indeed asleep before slipping out of her scrubs. She tugged on a pair of Remus’ pajama pants and an old t-shirt. She turned back around to find that Remus’ eyes had opened slightly and he smiled, his eyes crinkling as he did so.

She smiled at him and motioned to be quiet and nodded to Sirius. He shook his head as he turned to look at his friend. He patted the gap between them and Hermione bit her lip unsure. She really should get a start on dinner, and get a start on her paperwork, but she was exhausted from a long day at the hospital. She smiled and nodded at him, causing his grin to widen. He reached to her as she moved over him to settle in between him and Sirius. She curled up at his side, being careful of his ribs she rested her head at his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head.

Sirius curled up close to her, and she smiled softly against Remus’ shoulder. It was just like after the final battle with Harry and Ron when they had all curled up together in Harry’s bed, comforting each other about all the deaths, mainly Ginny’s. Each of them held onto Hermione tightly afraid to let her go as if she were going to disappear. They were right to do so she thought sadly, because she had indeed disappeared.


Early September, 1998


     Harry’s footsteps echoed in the hallway as he walked towards the large office where he worked. He was returning from a brief meeting with his superior and when he t back to his desk he found Draco leaning against the side of his cubicle. Arms crosses over his chest, one ankle crossed over the other, his hair in disarray.   

“Having trouble Malfoy?” Harry asked as he moved past him and Draco rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the side of the cubicle and glared at Harry.

“What did Withers want?” He asked, ignoring Harry’s question. Harry glanced up at him and shrugged, this was usual for the two of them, ignoring one’s question with one of their own. He and Draco had been working together as partners since they finished Auror training a month back.

“Same spiel as before,” Harry said shrugging as he reached for his pen to scribble something before. “Why haven’t we handed in our paperwork on the Anderson case and when will we get our arses in gear. I most likely would have had to hold you back before you hexed him hell and back.”

“Ah, so the rumors are true then,” Draco murmured, stroking his chin with a grin.

“Hmm?” Harry said glancing up at him confusion.

“Apparently all of us are getting shit from him, Marks was apparently shagging his wife.” Harry’s eyebrows rose, “Don’t know why it would matter, Withers’ always seemed like a poof to me.” He added, shrugging.

“Everyone seems like a poof to you.” Harry said and added quickly, “Where did you hear that crap anyway, Marks screwed up majorly on a case, you know that.”

“Too true Potter. So, when are you and Weaselbee tying the knot?” Draco said patting Harry on the back before reaching around the corner to grab his jacket, Harry glared at him. “And I heard it from that cute little piece on the third floor while she was chatting to some other little bint.” Draco said shrugging.

“You know better than to listen to the witches around here gossip.” Harry muttered, grabbing his own jacket and tossing it over his shoulder.

“Now Potter, how am I supposed to find a lovely little lady to settle down with if I don’t even try to converse with them?” Draco said looking at him innocently. Harry rolled his eyes and pushed past Draco towards the elevator.

“Draco, you don’t even like women.” Harry muttered and Draco laughed from behind him.

“Yes, and with that said, your arse is looking exceptionally nice today in those trousers. Pin stripes always did look nice on you.” Draco said causing Harry to sputter as they waited for the elevator door to open. When it did Harry actually considered leaving Draco behind, but he beat him inside and punched the basement button. “Hello ladies.” Draco said nodding to the three young women that were standing there. “Doesn’t Mr. Potter just look dashing today?” He said giving Harry a grin, his eyes glinting with laughter.

Harry smiled at the young women before shooting a glare in Draco’s direction. He stepped into the elevator and stood next to Draco who chatted to the women and finally after what seemed like forever they got to the ground floor.

“Well come along Potter, can’t keep Weasley waiting.” Draco said as he brushed past Harry out of the elevator. Harry rolled his eyes and followed Draco, when they turned the corner they found Ron waiting by the fountain in the lobby, talking to Remus. This was the first day in a while that Ron had off from Quidditch, Harry hadn’t seen his friend in a very long time.

Ron stood there, and Harry thought if possible he looked taller. He was a little taller than Remus, lean and extremely tan, his freckles seemed to have multiplied ten-fold from the sun exposure during practice and his red hair seemed somewhat lighter, the sun bleaching it in parts. It was good to his best friend again and when Ron caught sight of them, he paused in talking to Remus and grinned at them, his smile stretching up to his eyes. A smile that Harry hadn’t seen on Ron’s face since before Hermione left.

“ Malfoy! Harry!” Ron called and waved. Draco got to him first, having longer legs, his strides were much larger, he shook hands with Ron and clapped him on the back.

“Good to see you haven’t burnt to a crisp Weasley.” Draco said and Ron grinned at him, a slight blush staining his cheeks.

“Hullo Ron.” Harry said as Ron pulled Harry into a hug. He hugged his friend tightly back and pulled away and turned to Remus. “Remus.” Harry said grinning, Remus smiled back politely.

“I hope the two of you don’t mind me coming along for lunch.” Remus said Draco and Harry shook their heads.

“Not at all Lupin.” Draco said, giving his old professor a grin. They all continued towards the lobby when all of a sudden a loud bang echoed through the hall. A few witches let out shrieks as a blinding flash went through the room and in the air hung a blue glowing object. Harry, Draco and Ron drew their wands immediately. Remus though, stood rigid in front of them.

Harry called out to him as Remus took a step towards the glowing object, reaching one hand out to it. “Remus! You don’t know what it is!”

Remus turned to glance sadly at Harry over his shoulder, fingers curling over the object, “I do know what it is…” he murmured softly. There was another flash of light and everyone around had to shield their eyes. The glowing ceased and gust of wind shot through the area, Remus’ hair blowing out in all directions, Harry stared in horror at the object that was floating above his palm. Hermione’s timeturner. Hermione was nowhere in sight.

It took as his strength and Draco’s to hold Ron back as he lunged, letting out a cry of despair. “Hermione!” He screamed, falling to his knees, Harry’s hold slipped and Ron’s arm fell out his grasp onto the marble floor.


Hours later Harry shoved open the door to the kitchen at Grimmuald to find an unfamiliar person sitting at the table, his head in his hands, Harry glanced up at Remus as he turned with two cups of tea, giving him a questioning glance.

“Harry, this is my nephew, Logan. Logan, this is Harry Potter.” Remus said as he set down a cup of tea in front of Logan. Logan lifted his head and was taken aback by his appearance, his eyes were red-rimmed and hazy, his hair disheveled and Harry noticed a striking resemblance between the two, also, that Logan looked familiar.

“Hi.” Logan said softly, before turning his complete attention to the tea in front him. Harry thought if it was possible Logan would have drowned himself in it.

“Logan was only a few years ahead of you in school, if you’re thinking he looks familiar.” Remus said quietly. “Out before I arrived though.” Harry nodded and licked his lips, sitting down at the table. “How is Ron?”

Harry shrugged. “Draco is with him right now.” Remus raised and eyebrow and Harry lifted his hands up in the air, giving Remus a look saying he didn’t know, and didn’t want to ask about it either.

“He’s in love with her, isn’t he?” Remus murmured softly and Logan lifted his eyes to Harry, and looked between the two of them.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “He fancied her once upon a time, and sure, during the war, they-you know-“ he added awkwardly, “but that they parted as strictly friends, because it felt wrong to both of them, and sure, he loves her. But not in that way, she’s like his sister. After the war she couldn’t go anywhere without Ron at her heels, and for a while it didn’t bother her. He seemed so afraid that if he let his eyes off her that she would drop dead, or disappear.” Harry said, his voice was quiet as he spoke, and it became hoarser as he continued, “He was holding onto Gin, he turned his attention for one moment to blast the shit out of a Death Eater, and she got away from him, jumped in front of the curse and… well, you know the rest.” He murmured, staring down at the table.

“And now she’s gone, and he thinks she’ll never come back.” Remus said and both Logan and Harry lifted their eyes to him, hope in them.

“Will she come back?” Harry asked desperately, because he had to know. He couldn’t grieve for his friend until he knew.

“I don’t know.” Remus said sadly, glancing down at Logan. Harry saw that Logan held the timeturner in one hand, tears spilled out of the corner of his eyes and he dropped his head onto the table with a thud, his fist clenching the timeturner tightly. Harry wondered why this young man would be so upset over Hermione’s not coming back. Then a thought occurred to him, had Remus lied to him about Logan being his nephew? Was Logan his and Hermione’s son?


And if you didn't like me making Draco gay, then you can get over it or not read. I'm just trying to add some humor to the present time and I think Draco would make a very snarky gay man, without actually being

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