I Will Remember You

A/N: Thanks all of you for the reviews! A lot of you have been asking about the ending, I attempted to explain it more in this chapter, it may seem kind of dumb. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I’ll try to put some lemons in this one. Thanks!

Chapter 8: The Thank You


Hermione entered Professor Dumbledore’s office, he was nowhere to be found. His office looked very much the same now as it had in her own time. She stood just inside the door and waited for the headmaster.

“Miss Granger”. A voice came from another doorway. Professor Dumbledore walked over to his desk. “Please, come in and have a seat”.

Hermione slowly walked over and sat in front of his desk. She noticed he looked a bit younger, but he still had the same look of mischief in his eyes.

“It seems we have a situation”. Professor Dumbledore began. “I believe you are the unfortunate victim of a very powerful time potion”.

“How do you know this”? Hermione asked. “Lily even said you had been a expecting me, but how could you know me if I’m from the future”? Hermione was very confused.

“You see my dear girl, you are not the first person this has happened to. There have been many unfortunate incidents with this sort of thing. Being headmaster I do have ways of knowing when things such as this go wrong”. Professor Dumbledore pulled out a mirror from his pocket. It looked a lot like the one Sirius had given Harry the year before he died. “This is how I knew you were coming. This sort of mirror is often used for talking to a person with a matching one, but this allows me to talk to my future self. I don’t ask questions or try to predict anything, I’m only aware of what I must know”.

Hermione was in awe. She’d never read anything about this sort of thing. She had done tones of search on time travel, especially her third year when she received the time turner. Never had she come across anything such as this communication device.

“You may be wondering why you have never heard of such a thing”. Dumbledore saw the confused look on her face. “I made and charmed this mirror myself. There is only one, and I own it”. He answered her. “Now, back to the problem at hand, you are probably wondering how and when you can return to your own time”.

Hermione nodded her head in response.

“Well, I’m afraid this potion requires a special method for you to complete before returning to your own time, this Mr. Longbottom must have known what he was doing”. Dumbledore stated.

“The one time Neville gets something right”. Hermione mumbled under her breath. “Do you know why the potion sent me to this time, sir”?

“I believe that was because a close friend of yours had a particular bond to a certain group of this time, this person must have wanted to meet, or see these certain people again. I believe the potion felt that emotion in you as well”. Dumbledore answered.

“So, the potion takes us to a place where we desire to go”? Hermione asked.

“Yes, many people who have lost a loved one take this to go back to visit their loved ones, but it comes with a heavy cost”. Dumbledore answered.

“What might that be, sir”? Hermione asked a bit worried.

“The only way a person may return to his or her own time is to find something they have let go of, and lost throughout the years”. Professor Dumbledore answered.

“Sir, the potion was a mistake. I understand that people who are mourning or are having trouble need to find happiness, but I was completely content with my life”. Hermione answered.

“The spell reads your emotions, and seeing that you have not yet left, I’m guessing you haven’t filled the necessary duties to return”. Dumbledore answered.

“How will I know what I need to do”? Hermione asked.

“You will know when it comes to you. I suggest to wear yourself out looking for it, it’s not necessarily something we can always see”. Dumbledore answered. “Ahh, I believe your second class is about to start, I will talk to you later Miss Granger”.

Hermione left Professor Dumbledore’s office and walked to her next class of the day. She was so confused, he was even more crazy in the past then he was in the future.

“Hey, I missed you this morning”. A voice whispered in her ear.

Hermione turned to see Remus sitting down next to her. He looked very tired and worn out. The full moon was tonight, this made her feel much sympathy for him.

“I missed you too”. Hermione smiled. “So, did I miss much”?

“Nope, just a few notes”. Remus said pulling out some fresh parchment. “I’ll let you borrow it tonight, I know I won’t be needing it”. His tone had a hint of bitterness in it at the end. Hermione didn’t know what to say.

“It will be ok. Just think, I’ll be waiting for you when it’s all over”. Hermione tried to cheer him up, this earned her a grin and a glint of hope in Remus’ eyes.

Classes passed by slowly, Hermione had no idea how she was going to get back to her own time. Why did Neville have to make this one potion right? He never did anything right, so what was so special about now? What on earth was Dumbledore going on about, finding something you have lost from your own time, how could she have possibly lost anything, especially happiness? Things had calmed down in the future, and Voldemort wasn’t a big threat. It was her best year at Hogwarts yet. Hermione went through the rest of the day in a daze. She’d been so occupied by her thoughts on how to get home.

She was in the common room studying for her notes. She noticed Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James leave. She knew they were heading for the Whomping Willow. Hermione witnessed one of Remus’ transformations once in her own time, it looked very painful. She copied the notes he had left her, than went to bed. She woke the next morning and did the same old class routine thing. She did get a chance to see Remus later that day. He was in the hospital wing, recovering from a few minor scrapes and bruises. She left to go see him right after her last class.

“Hey”. He said weakly as she stood beside his bed. He looked worn out, and very sick.

“How are you feeling”? Hermione kicked herself for the stupid question. ‘How do you think he feels’? she asked herself.

“A little better, a little tired though”. He responded.

“I’ll let you get some rest. I just wanted to check on you”. Hermione answered brushing a piece of hair out of his face. Remus smiled at her warmly.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow”. He said sleepily.

“Yes, now get some rest”. Hermione leaned down and kissed him on the top of the head.

“Yes ma’am”. He mocked. Hermione smiled and left the Hospital wing.

As promised, Remus was in class the next day and looked much better. He had color back in his skin and he even seemed to be in a lighter mood. He sat beside her in their last class together. During the middle of the lecture Remus slipped a note into Hermione’s hand. She waited until after class to read it.

Hermione,
Thank you for being so great this past week. I would really like to thank you properly. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room tonight after dinner, I won’t be at dinner due to a meeting with a defense against the dark arts group. I will miss you until then.

Love,
Remus.


Hermione folded the parchment and put it in her bag. She wondered what exactly he had in mind. The time between her last class and dinner went very slow, also even being around her new friends, dinner went very slow. She wasn’t much of one for surprises. Dinner ended and the group made their way to the common room. Everyone sat around and talked, Hermione was too distracted to carry on a conversation with anyone. She was anxious for Remus to show up. Finally he did.

“Hey Remus, we missed you at dinner tonight”. James announced. “How’s the defense against the dark arts stuff coming”?

“Pretty good”. Remus answered sitting down next to Hermione.

The group talked for a while before Remus pulled Hermione away from their friends. “We’ll be right back”. Remus announced.

No one gave their absence a second thought. Everyone was too wrapped up in an inappropriate joke Sirius was telling.

“Where are we going”? Hermione asked.

“You’ll see”. Remus answered.

Remus took hold of Hermione’s hand and pulled her out of the common room and along many corridors. They came to a stop outside a wall that seemed to be a bit bare.
‘The room of requirements’ Hermione thought to herself.

“Sirius, James, and I found this a few years ago”. Remus stared at the door until a door knob appeared and they entered the room. It was dark with candles lit around the room, a bed was in the corner.

“I thought this would give us some time alone. No one knows it’s here except for James, Sirius, Peter, and I”. Remus said. He was already moving her towards the bed.

Hermione was speechless, and full of emotions. He laid her on the bed and placed himself next to her. He slowly began kissing and caressing her face. She felt her center becoming moist. Remus’ hand traveled down to her breast. He was slowly rubbing and pinching through the material. Hermione moaned into Remus’ mouth. Her hands found his shirt.

“I’ve been obsessed with you since the first day I saw you”. Remus whispered in her ear as he unbuttoned her shirt revealing her bra. He slid it off her shoulders and tossed it on the floor.

“Really”? was all Hermione could say. Her mind was full of the emotions and sensations Remus was causing her. She removed his shirt as well and began fumbling with his belt buckle.

“Yes. It meant a lot to me when you stayed with me the night before my transformation. No one has ever done that before”. Remus responded. His hand was under her skirt rubbing her center. Her arousal was soaking through her panties. Remus reached up and slid them down her slender legs. Her skirt was gone in a matter of seconds as well.

“I know you’d do the same for me”. Hermione said breathlessly. She had just managed to get his pants off. She was stroking his length slowly.

Remus let out a low moan and reached down for her center. He teased her, softly massaging the outside. Hermione was begging for more, he finally gave into her and plunged his fingers deep inside of her. Hermione bit her lip to stifle a scream of pleasure.

“Remus”. Hermione half moaned.

Remus removed his hand, Hermione moaned at the loss of sensation. He leaned over top of her and placed his tip at her entrance. Hermione raised her hips trying to push him in. After a few moments of begging and pleading, Remus plunged inside of her.

Their moans surrounded them as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Remus was close, he felt Hermione’s walls close around him. Her orgasm milked his own. After he’d finished he collapsed on top of her. They laid there kissing for a few moments.

“So, how did the meeting go with Dumbledore”? Remus asked.