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My Heart Bleeds For You	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 14631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The walk to Dumbledore's office took shorter than Hermione thought it would. Her mind was all over the place, leaving her feet to trace the path forged since her first year toward the Headmasters office. He would be her one confident in this world. He would know by what means she arrived and if she could get him around to the idea, she would inform him of how to defeat the rising threat against the wizarding world. So many could be saved simply by giving him that one piece of advice. To tell him about what the future entailed or at the very least how to defeat the dark lord when the time came; Hermione surmised that it was within everyone's best interest that she give the little bits of information, while remaining something of an oddity in this time. There was no place for her getting comfortable. She didn't belong in this time. Heck, in a few years time she was supposed to be born. that sort of meddling within a timeline was exactly what she had been warned against by her studies on the time turner during her third year. When she used it to take a few extra classes she decided that it would be within everyone's best interest that she know a little about the object she would be using for the year. When she had to hand it back however … she couldn't face it and managed to get the professor to let her keep it. For purposes solely on studying.

Until this point in her life however the young witch had found she did not require its services to the degree that she believed it useful Even during the final battle she knew that despite the losses, were she to go back she could be killed. And that would mean she couldn't protect her parents. Her poor parents who had suffered at her depressed and monotone lifestyle for months. She pitied them for having to deal with her, she didn't know how they coped. Then again, her parents had a strange ability to simply accept things at face value. Like for example their daughter being a witch and going to a school of magic for six years then going on the run where she engaged in one of the most horrific wars the wizarding world had ever experienced. Hermione knew her parents had heard about the war through forces not of her own. The minister of magic had managed to get to her, expressing his gratitude to the Grangers for their daughters service where the balding man had gone into great detail explaining the trouble their daughter had went to, up to and including the loss of their own memories where they became Australians.

To say they were mad was an understatement. Had they not seen her in such a pitiful state they would have intended to punish her in the only way they knew how. To take away her reading material. As it was, Hermione had refused any sort of book from the moment she returned hoke and simply existed in the void that was her bedroom. Trying hard to simply waste away. Perhaps then she would be able to say she suffered at the hand of war. The guilt that she did not save those around her had eaten at her so bad that during the attack on her home she silently wondered if Karma was coming to get her for not taking the time turner with her and deliberately altering the timeline to save those around her. But no; now she knew her punishment was to exist in a world where she did not. To live in a past where she was not even born. To befriend those whom she watched die. Be surrounded by the ghosts of her past and their inevitable future. How was she to cope with the knowledge that those around her had numbered days, when she had the ability to do something about it. That was the thought that brought her to her final decision to simply meddle and deal with the consequences. Even if it meant Azkaban for meddling with time.

She would suffer if it meant the survival of those around her.

The gargoyle outside the headmasters office stood still as she approached, hesitantly looking around to see if anyone of the student body passed her. this needed to be a secret. She had exposed herself to too many people already and she was no about to let herself get into trouble already. "Sherbet lemon?" She quizzed the stone statue, seeing that nothing happened she let out a groan. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. "Honeydukes chocolate? Bertie Botts every flavour beans? Chocolate Frogs? Cockroach clusters? Toffee? Fudge?" Getting slightly frustrated by her lack of ability to gain access to the Headmasters office the girl spoke very sternly to the gargoyle. "Now listen here. You better let the Headmaster know somehow that I need to see him or I'll be sure to get my future me to kick you each time I pass. Gottit?" Her voice was low and almost dangerous as she again looked around the corridor for anyone to see her. Thankfully there was no-one and she found the gargoyle moving aside slowly. Obviously in its own way having conveyed her message to the headmaster. For that, she was at least thankful.

As the swirling tunnel staircase finally reached the top Hermione found the door to the office closed and a low mumbling noise from behind them. Indicating that she had interrupted something private. Perhaps an important meeting, an order one at that … Would she be allowed to rejoin it? After all, she had been in the order of the phoenix when she turned 15 before the war broke out officially. Perhaps the headmaster would entertain her in such a way.

"Miss Granger I assure you I would not have allowed you up here if you were to simply stand outside my office." the half chuckling voice of the headmaster spoke clearly as though he was standing beside her instead of through the door. Hesitantly, despite having gone to the office far too many times for a girl of her academic accolade Hermione opened the door and saw a very prim; albeit younger version of Professor McGonagall sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the headmasters desk. His familiar twinkle always present as he indicated she take a seat beside him. It seemed that she was to be including her old mentor in her discussion.

"Professor?" She enquired, her gaze falling onto the head of Gryffindor with a look of worry. She did not want too many people becoming involved in what she was about to divulge.

"Miss Granger, I assure you whatever it was that you wish to inform me, Minerva here would be quite able to handle it."

"That is not my thought Headmaster. I don't want anyone to get involved in anything through me without need." The girl said apprehensively. Looking back up at the silver haired old man that had inspired the trust of so many over the years. How sad it was when he was killed. By none other than a professor who in this timeline was her age. Things were complicated at the very least. "I believe, as I have gone over my thoughts many times that the information I could provide, with care, will aid you and the order in your fight. Sir." She said, rather boldly, meeting his gaze without question. Causing Minerva to splutter around a cup of tea.

"Albus, how does this … this IChild/I know of the organisation that we have not even divulged to more than a handful of adults. Who Iis/I this girl?" The woman asked, almost as if Hermione's mere presence was a danger to her and her precious cup.

"Minerva, this was what I wished to discuss with you. However miss Granger seems to have beaten me to the punch. I do hope you do not mind my sharing your situation with Minerva, she is a dear and well trusted friend of mine. Something I am sure you may know by now."

"Yes professor. I know Professor McGonagall well in my time." The girl answered, indicating that it was alright for the headmaster to proceed.

"Splendid. Minerva, to put things very plainly miss Granger has appeared on the school grounds by result of an unfortunate turn of events with a time turner. To put it even simpler, she is from the future."

"Really Albus, I do not have times for these sort of games. What do you mean she is from the 'future'. You know as well as I that a time turner cannot go farther back than a few hours, a day at the very most. and in such a time I do not think there would a way for this young girl to gain access to such a restricted subject." the prim Scottish accent of the woman who had become something of a grandmotherly figure to the muggleborn looked down at her with such distrust that where Hermione not in such a position she would be reminded that prior to the war her Boggart had been this very woman telling her she failed all her exams.

"If I may professor? It's true. However, I truly do not want too many details of my past and your future to be said allowed. By my very coming back here I could have altered the future in a very drastic way ... time Is far too fragile and I apologise for even being here. But I was never intended on going back so far. You see Professor ... I left my time; Twenty Years in the future."

"Twenty years? By god child you are not even old enough to have been alive in this time. What possible reason could you have for ... You are right Albus, my apologies." The woman broke off, noticing a very stern look from the headmaster, the twinkling in his eyes the only remaining feature that showed he was not a terrible man. Yet the severity of the situation, while absurd was something new to him. And Albus Dumbledore did not enjoy being put out by information.

"However" the girl interrupted, holding a hand up in the air to raise attention to herself again. Something she had not quite gotten out of from her years of speaking with the professors. "I could be of use to the order, to give information on Voldemort. And the threat that he at this very second is causing on the muggle world and the muggleborn witches and wizards of our world." She said, more softly toward the end. "Prior to throwing myself too far into the past I was the result of an Attack from straggling Death Eaters upon the home of my muggle parents and I where I was targeted. without going into too much detail that could hinder the time frame, by the time I left he was gone but the threat was not. Think of it as the remaining Nazi party without Hitler." She explained, taking in the shocked expressions of the two professors. Hopefully they remembered enough to understand the threat that the particular muggle historic figure caused. "Voldemort is something akin to him. Hoping to wipe out the muggle race entirely, and those with magic who come from muggle backgrounds. But in all honesty he is the biggest hypocritical half-blood son of a muggle I've ever come across. I could give you names of all his inner circle but at this time I'm not even sure half of them are initiated. I know of one who is ... and his son will be dragged into it also. But unfortunately it would only lead to suspicion. However. i do know that if you are willing to hear me out i can give you the much needed secret to taking him down once and for all. Before a second war is waged, heck before the first really."

"A second war? Oh Albus we really must do something. We cannot let the students live through something like this. We must find him now!"

"Be calm Minerva. However tempting the information miss Granger seems to posses I worry that by knowing it we may end up ... how you say ... befuddle the timeline. In such a way that miss Granger possibly has not thought of-"

"-pardon my rudeness professor. But do not think I underestimate the severity of the situation. Or my intelligence for that matter. In the future, if it were not for me neither of your two would have had any sort of knowledge of how to destroy the beast of a man. Don't think I am taking this lightly. If I so much as breath one wrong breath I could eradicating my very existence. If I have no need to go back in time, I wont exist here. If i somehow end up being known to be from the future who is to say that Voldemort will not come for me as a baby four years from now. I know I am young sir ... but I was one of seven to survive the last battle while both of you-" She caught herself, raising a hand to her mouth and simply mumbling "-did not." into the air. There was no point in telling her dear professors of their untimely demise when they still had years ahead of them. That would be wrong of her. Terribly wrong of her. "It doesn't matter about that anyway. But you must believe me sir ... You may well need me. Now, not twenty years in the future."

"Be that as It may ... I believe that you should be thinking of something else at the present moment miss Granger."

"Professor?"

"At what point would you have asked me for help in the way of how you were to explain your lineage miss Granger? of perhaps how you would acquire such things as textbooks or robes? As i can believe quite firmly that from what I learned in your mind your parents are not yet married, nor will they have an account for you within Gringotts. Or know of your very existence."

"My parents are dead in my time sir. I would prefer not to be involved in their lives again. I fear it would be too much, for me. I have only recently returned them from Australia, I modified their memories while the war ensued. They only remembered me when i returned them to England less than a year ago. well ... you know what I mean." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, it was something of a shock to realise that such little things like money would be completely lost with her now. Thankfully she retained her wand when she threw herself backward in time, if she didn't even have that there was no doubt that she would indeed be unfit to perform magic. It was a difficult concept time, she should have known better than to even attempt to use her time turner in her state of mind and physical abuse. But there was no going back now, quite literally. She had no means by which she would be able to go forward with her life, no way that she would be able to enjoy the life she knew she had before. If anything went wrong in this time she may not even have a past to remember. Simply stuck in between, no past and no future. Frightening a concept though it may be she understood that it was probably for the best. Now Ronald and Harry would have another incentive to look for the remaining death eaters. Her obliteration from existence would not be in vain! "However I am fair enough in transfiguration that I could be well simply altering the loaned robe from the school; if that would not be too much of a bother. I'm sure you were informed ... I uh ... came here with my wand alone. It seems rather embarrassing that it was four males who found me."

"Not to worry miss Granger, they informed me that young Mr Potter gave loan of his cloak to ensure your dignity remained intact when they transported you to the hospital wing. However, I also understand that it is not within your power to be able to help that you were sent here and Hogwarts, believe it or not my dear, has a large trust for witches and wizards along the years who befall troubled times. I am sure that, were we to set up an account for you with an allowance, as you may call it you would be able to keep yourself until you are able to gain employment once you leave? am i correct." The old man let his twinkling eyes talk more for her. He felt pity for the young girl and knew that something like this should never happen to a child. Considering what she had explained to him about the future, it was not something to look forward to. Yet there was a suspicion within him that there was more to her than simply met the eye. He had seen into her mind, seen what he needed to to assure her loyalty to the light; but he also saw a great many terrible things about Hogwarts in the near future, each year it seemed Voldemort would infiltrate the castle by one means or another. And Dumbledore was positive that this young woman had enough Gryffindor courage within her that she would be determined to see another. One that did not cause another child the same pain she had felt.

"Sir, that ... I would repay each and every knut sir. I swear to you on every book I have ever read that I will!" She expressed, eyes wide in awe. She had never felt such need for charity and while she was ashamed and embarrassed that things had come to such conditions she knew that it was her only hope of surviving. "Are you quite positive that I might use such charity sir?" To which she received a short chuckle from the old man. He nodded his head and indicated the deputy head for her to listen to his next comment. From the woman's expression Hermione gathered she would not enjoy what was coming.

"Minerva, this girl is and was a Gryffindor and has shown true courage to even come forward. I believe it is your responsibility as her head of house to see that she adapts well enough that we can release her into the larger student body. We will confirm her name of course, I am sure miss Granger has no doubt informed others that is indeed her identity. However, I believe the true knowledge of her whereabouts should remain a mystery at least for now." He raised one heavy silver eyebrow at the woman and watched her nod once, a prim look of submission to the headmaster. Minerva, however much she disliked an idea would always trust the opinion of the greatest wizard of the age. He was someone who's infinite wisdom was sought after by thousands far younger than him and even those whose age surpassed the aged wizard. "Good. Now miss Granger, I would like you to return to your dormitory, there will be a trunk at the bottom of your bed and in it are simple Gryffindor robes that will adjust to your size as you wear them, they are until you are able to purchase your own. Do not think anything of it. Once you return to your common room, I would like to remind you that apart from your travels, you may tell the students what you feel necessary for them to know. Anything you do not wish to discuss, do not feel pressurised to express. The particular students I believe that have taken an interest in you will not back down easily but they have their hearts in the right place." With another twinkle in his eye, the old man raised his hand and the door at the front of the office opened once more, indicating with a smile that she was free to leave.

"I promise you Headmaster. You will not regret this." Hermione said softly, her eyes harder than they had been, while her face was giving a soft smile. She knew that she had to think before she returned t the common room. James for one was probably out scouting the corridors for her. That much she was almost frighteningly positive. But it was Lily she really wanted to speak with. if she could confide in the girl who seemed at least by this point to be deserving of the friends that surrounded her then it would make her stay - however long that may be - more bearable.

Once outside the stone gargoyles circling embrace she found herself on backed up against the wall. Wide eyed and confused at the pressure on her shoulder. Thankfully not where she knew her scar had been affecting her since the time leap; but none the less it was unnerving to not see her attacker. Grappling for her wand in the pocket of the jeans she found it missing and looked down in fright, noticing the distinctly empty pocket and raising her hand out, swiping at the area in front of her and coming into contact with something hard. Hard and soft ... the invisibility cloak! She realised with an inner smirk. But she couldn't know about it yet, she didn't know James well enough to know he held one of the 'three brothers' gifts. Or that it was even James under it, or James and Sirius ... it was unlikely. By the end of the year Hermione had found it difficult for her and Ron to stay hidden under it, never mind two well build Quidditch playing boys far taller than her.

"Ouch! Damnit!" She heard feeling the pressure on her shoulder released before she bolted in the other direction. Throwing her feet in front of her as she ran down corridors, ignoring the talk from the portraits as she passed telling her to slow down and reaching the main entrance to school in less than a few minutes. It was only seconds later that she reached outside, it was still early enough for students to be out but it remained to be seen that she wanted to be out of sight. The sun was not out fully, hidden behind an expanse of greying cloud. A clear indication that summer was over and a new term was beginning with the Autumn months. It was just a shame that the lovely green of the grounds and the magical bushes and flowers went unseen as the legs of the young muggleborn war trained witch kept running. Stopping only to put a hand up to the darkened line of purple burnt flesh under the top and wincing loudly. She didn't stop to take in the points where she saw the others in the final battle fall, nor did she stop whens he ran through the place she knew in twenty years time would stand tall as Professor Dumbledore's grave. She didn't stop when she spotted the place she had fallen under a cruciatus curse, or suffered terrible blood loss due to a severing charm that barely missed her leg.

She only stopped when she reached the black lake. Slowing down only when she reached the banks where she knew the Tri-Wizard tournament tents had stood before the second event. When she had been taken underwater for the purpose of Viktor Krum. The seeker of the century apparently, according to Ronald. She remembered trying for weeks desperately to find something to help Harry breath under water, never once finding Gillyweed in the textbooks. She remembered how cold the spell was when she was put under; how she had trusted McGonagall when she was silently cursed and only regained conciousness when she returned to the surface, facing a morphing Viktor from the top half of a shark. She had never been more thankful that the water had caused her to react slower or she would have screamed out in fright. Sharks were one of the muggle creatures that truly frightened Hermione. The one that she knew she would tackle the Grindylows over any day. Of course, Harry had triumphed yet again that day. All part of an elaborate plot to make sure he got to the graveyard and sacrificed himself to Voldemorts power once more.

Shuddering under the weight of the memories, Hermione dropped to her knees and heaved a deep breath. Her arms wrapping around her as the coldest of chills ran through her. Her arms forming goosebumps at the thought of the terrors she had faced at such a young age. The students here didn't know what was coming for them. Didn't know who of their students or faculty would die not long after this very day. None of them, but Hermione.

She knew the names of the ones that had died, of the ones that were tortured or kidnapped and never found again. she knew how everyones lives would end up without needing to be a seer and she was too worried about the troubles her own memories caused that she didn't realise how different she could make the future if she simply dug deep and reached for the Gryffindor courage that in her first year made the hat choose that over Ravenclaw. 'I'm gonna save them. I have to ... Harry is going to have his parents, his godfather ... he won't have to live with the Dursleys. Peter wont betray his friends ... Sirius wont go to prison ... Remus ... Remus can be Teddy's father.' For some reason, the thought of Remus returning to a time where he would be able to look after the child he had with another made Hermione's heart sink even further down into her stomach than it was already sitting. She had no claim over him, she was only thirteen when she first met him. Never mind that he was never going to see enough of her to think anything of her. She would be sure that they all had their happily ever afters when she was through with the timeline. Everything would be fixed ... she knew it.

"Hermione?" She heard from behind her. It was a far away sort of voice, like one that belonged in a dream. Without moving an inch she tried to identify the voice, a habit of sorts taken from the war. Know thy enemy before facing them. "Hermione!" Closer ... louder. Yes. But still broken and distant from the conscious mind that she was using to formulate a plan to make the lives of the marauders last far longer than a few more years. Blinking once she found a pressure on her good shoulder again; only this time it was of a comforting hand. A weight around her shoulders indicated a cloak being put around her as she was lifted from the ground and forced around onto her feet. Looking up slightly into concerned eyes of bright Amber. Not a colour one would expect in a normal witch or wizard, nor one that could be anyone elses bar one wizard she knew she needed to keep from to save her own sanity.

"Remus?" She said softly, her voice a broken sob as she was pulled close to the strong werewolf. His arms reaching around her back as she buried her face into the front of his chest. Inhaling the heady scent that should have made her laugh. A strong smell of chocolate with a woodsy musk that made her inhale deeply. Not noticing the slow snails pace tears that made their way down her cheeks until a strong hand reached for her face and wiped them with a gentleness she had not before realised he had.

"C'mon. Lets get you back to the common room eh?" His voice was no more than a whisper, matching the shy smile on his face. "Before someone misses us. alright?" He offered, turning them around so that - on arm still around her waist - he led her back toward the school. Giving a glare at a place between the open doors before reaching toward the ground and picking up a wand that rolled out from seemingly nowhere. "I'm assuming this one is your?" He asked, still giving her that almost edible shy smile as she blindly nodded and grasped the wooden implement with her right hand. Feeling the surge of magic from it and giving a contented sigh as a smile danced over her lips.

"Thank you." She mumbled, tucking herself back into his side as the two continued their way back to the common room. Not talking, simply finding company in each others presence. It was ... nice.
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