Important Author's Note: Huge thank you to everyone who checks out this story. I apologize for not having a consistent update schedule. I am a front-line medical worker at a hospital in my home town in Canada and have been picking up more work than usual. This is a plot that has been in my head for a while and will not leave me alone, so I hope there is interest in a different take on the Time Travel trope.

Important Story Details: This story will be in third person, but will switch POV from a few characters. This will be identified in the chapter heading. This story starts off at the Department of Mysteries battle. The Battle was June 18, 1996 and Hermione would be 16 at the time.

Last Note: This story is obviously cannon divergent. I own the plot ideas, but any recognizable material, characters, imagery, etc. belong to J.K Rowling. Please consider reviewing if you would like for me to continue with this story.

Memories of the Future

Chapter One – Remus

Remus Lupin sat, hunched and exhausted from a recent transformation, in an uncomfortable wooden chair in the dingy kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place drinking tea while other members of the Order puttered around the house. Daily life had taken a drastic turn for the worse since the resurrection of Lord Voldemort almost one year ago. Nowadays it was common place for Order members to sit around trying to strategize or worry about their younger wards – mainly Harry Potter. The boy that Dumbledore adamantly stated would end this abysmal war, though he was always foggy on the details and sidestepped questions often on how the lad would do it. Remus frequently spent his time contemplating not just the fate of the son of his late friends, James and Lily, but also his two friends who often got pulled into dangerous situations out of loyalty to Harry.

Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were the type of people that Remus was thankful that Harry had in his life. Especially Hermione, who had endless patience for the boy's moods lately. Remus had taken a great liking to the brilliant young witch – whom many could be quoted calling her the 'brightest witch of her age'. Hermione was a lively girl of sixteen who demonstrated all the Gryffindor qualities, despite having the intelligence of a Ravenclaw. She stood by Harry unwaveringly, even when Ron had turned his back on the boy last year during the Triwizard Tournament. Remus thought that she reminded him greatly of Lily Evans.

Remus knew that Sirius Black, the owner of the home he was currently residing in, had a similar viewpoint of the young witch. He had mentioned once that Hermione showed the same devotion to her friends as he himself took pride in demonstrating, and he respected her greatly for it. It was impossible for Remus to deny that the girl – indeed all the children – had grown considerably since he had been their professor two years ago. Whether it be lived experience, or the resurrection of the Dark Lord, all the children had been forced to grow up quickly and demonstrate more maturity than they should have to at that age. They had nothing close to the seven years of Hogwarts bliss that Remus and Sirius were able to reminisce on in their old age.

Remus's musings were cut short when a brilliant source of lite appeared in the kitchen doorway. Unmistakably Severus Snape's doe shaped Patronus had invaded the kitchen, its dainty front hoof pawing at the ground. "The Potter boy has had a vision of the mutt in the Department of Mysteries," came Snape's drawling voice, emitting from the doe. "I would suggest inquiring about this, as I feel he is on a hero-centric rescue mission. I am needed here, and I have sent word to Dumbledore." The doe evaporated as suddenly as it had appeared.

Remus had missed the commotion of the others entering the kitchen. "What the bloody hell is going on?" demanded Sirius, looking frantic. "I didn't catch everything the great bat said." Remus relayed the full message to Sirius, Tonks, Mad-Eye and Kingsley. Sirius immediately got up and started moving towards the fireplace.

"Well then, let's go. My Godson, and who knows how many of his friends, are in danger. And I'm itching for a good fight after being cooped up in this hell hole for so long. No time to waste." Sirius was demonstrating his nerves and agitation and near maniacal excitement by barking his demands. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the mantel place and yelled "Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic" and he was gone, spinning into the emerald green flames. Remus followed suit, knowing the rest would be right behind him.

The Department of Mysteries was cryptically quite when the group of adults reached it. They were in a circular room with closed doors surrounding them. Remus had only been here once before, and he remembered the disorientating way the room would spin and rearrange each time one exited a door. He raised hit lit wand higher in the air so he could do a more thorough evaluation of his surroundings.

From somewhere behind the large and ornate fountain a bright turquoise spell was whizzing towards the group. Instinctively Remus threw up a powerful shielding charm that absorbed the oncoming attack. And then there was chaos. Three Death Eaters had emerged from one of the doors, sending an array of spells and curses. Mad-Eye and Tonks, ever the team, rushed forward to meet the attackers in a duel. Remus, Sirius and Kingsley began in the opposite direction, each looking out for a sign of the children. They needn't look hard. A door suddenly opened and to Remus's horror Harry and Neville stumbled out, a very obviously unconscious Hermione supported between the two of them.

Sirius and Remus jumped into action to get to the children as Kinsley had become distracted as two more Death Eaters exited a door to the right. Hurriedly making their way over to the teenagers Sirius asked in a breathless voice "Hermione! What happened? Is she…" he broke off, not wanting to finish the thought. Remus had a sick feeling in his stomach as he looked at the pallid girl. He slowed his breathing and tried to focus his keen hearing on her to see if he could pick up her breath but the various duels occurring all around were to loud.

"She's alive. She has a pulse. But just barely from what I can tell," Neville answered rather thickly, his nose bleeding profusely and obviously broken. Remus reached forward to take Hermione from the boys, having no issues supporting her dead weight with his slightly enhanced strength from his lycanthropy. One of the very few perks of the curse. Remus set his attention to the young witch, using both magic and his enhanced senses to evaluate her medical state now that she was closer to him. She was in dire need of a Mediwitch. Her breaths came out slow and shallow and her heart beat was much slower and labored than it ought to be. Whatever she was hit with, it was undoubtedly killing her.

More people were now in the Atrium with them. A few more Death Eaters had emerged and so had Ron, Ginny and a blonde girl Remus recognized a Luna Lovegood from his time at Hogwarts. Ron was giggling and staggering, obviously under some kind of negative magical effect that was messing with his mind. Ginny was ashen faced and hopping on one foot, supported by Luna. Both girls were still shooting spells at the black hooded men in the room.

A loud cackling sound could be heard as the lone woman female Death Eater,immediately recognizable Bellatrix Lestrange, entered the fray flanked by a large wizard with sallow cheeks and crazed eyes. Remus recognized him immediatly as Dolohov, a Death Eater recently escaped from Azkaban Prison. He was glaring furiously at Hermione before his lips twisted into a sinister smirk. "Girl's good as dead, half-breed, I cursed her myself. Would've dropped dead within a minute if I wasn't silenced by the little mudblood. Ah well, now I know the she is suffering in her last moments. Probably begging for death to take her." Remus felt a white-hot fury wash over him. Hermione deserved better. Still gently cradling her against himself he shot a powerful, silent stunner, hitting the Death Eater directly in the face. Bellatrix snarled at the group, and Sirius lunged at her before she could lift her wand, but she dodged the stunner he had sent. They began a violent duel, sending dark curses and verbal assaults at each other.

Remus stayed with the children while all the other Order members still battled the Death Eaters. It seemed more and more of them were entering the circular room. Remus was focusing on the injuries he could help with, releasing Ron from his stupor with a simple "Finite". He put a mild nerve blocker spell on Ginny to help with the pain, unfortunately bones could not be mended with spell work. He stopped Neville's bleeding nose. He turned to Harry to find the boy had slipped away from him and had joined the fray between Bellatrix and Sirius.

There was nothing immediate Remus could do for Hermione. Her labored breathing was getting slower, and he could hear her heart straining to continue its beating. He racked his brain for something, anything, that could help save her. Out of all the students he had ever taught, Hermione had been his favorite. Her thirst for knowledge, her loyalty and bravery were all things that endeared her to him. Her genuine kindness and acceptance of not only himself but everyone – human and creature alike - was a refreshing reprieve from the usual shunning he got from the greater wizarding community. Hermione was an inspirational young witch. One who – in his opinion – was destined for great things. He would not fail her now. He would not let her die.

Remus's mind was a blur as he reviewed everything he has read about healing and the dark arts. His knowledge was vast, perhaps even surpassing that of Severus Snape's. But alas, there was only one thing Remus could think to do. Thanking his extensive knowledge of magic – a desire much the same of Hermione's – he came to a conclusion. Familial magic, rare and complex, could save her.

In a gruff voice he ordered the other children to keep a close formation and ensure that his back was covered while he saved their friend. With a shaking breath he began muttering a intricate incantation he had only read about in theory. A familial binding spell. A magical adoption of sorts. If Hermione was his child, he could go on to perform strong familial magic to siphon some of her suffering, some of her affliction, into himself and give some of his own magical essence to ease the strain on her body until she could be taken into the hospital wing. This type of old magic was near obsolete nowadays, but in the old times parents often resorted to this type of magic to ensure their heirs would survive infancy and early childhood.

But, like all magic, there are limits. It can slow death, but she could still die if she is not seen by a mediwitch soon. Remus's mind reviewed what more he knew of familial magic. Individuals bonded as kin, under the right circumstances and motivations, can share their magical cores. Couple deep in love may also manage this, though that is indeed very rare. This type of magic is most common in parents when their young children are in danger. In the right conditions even siblings can perform it, however there needs to be a familial bond. Hermione and Remus were surrounded by a faint, translucent golden aura as he continued to mutter the incantation over and over, binding Hermione to him as his kin.

This type of magic was taxing on Remus. It took a lot of power to perform such a spell. But before long, it was done. A pleasant, warm tingle had made its way from the hand holding his wand, up his arm and into his heart. Immediately Remus felt something primal shift inside him. A protectiveness like nothing he had ever felt before – not even for Sirius, James and Lily, nor even Harry – swelled inside him. A faint voice in his head – a voice he usually only heard near the full moon – was whispering in the crevices of his mind. Cub. Protect. Shelter. Cub. Cub. Remus got to work on the familial magic now that the binding was complete. His heart was accelerating in his exertion, his brows furrowed in concentration. He began another complex spell that was draining him of energy, but he would not stop until it was complete. All the sounds of the battles surrounding him faded away. All he could hear was her heartbeat as is slowing got stronger.

Remus could feel distinct pain and discomfort drawing into himself as he eased some of the magic out of her system. Sudden shocks of pain were erupting in his chest and his shoulder felt as though it had been hit by a troll's bat. He knew without a doubt he had been successful. Hermione's ashen face had slackened slightly, and her breath came out a little bit stronger.

Remus stroked the girls hair softly, attempting to provide comfort, as his mind analyzed his newfound feelings toward the young witch. He had always cared for her, but now his feelings were much more intense. Fatherly. She was now his responsibility now to protect, and he just hoped that she understood why he had done what he had. By order of the wizarding law, this magical adoption had put her under his guardianship despite having two living muggle parents. But it was the right thing to do. She will live. And to Remus Hermione's survival is the most important thing.

Looking around warily he focused on the sounds of the battle still raging on around him. Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna were doing a good job of keeping the Death Eaters away while Remus and Hermione were at their most vulnerable. Remus took note of the scattering of stunned Death Eaters littering the room. He was about to stand up, slightly staggering because of the pain and dark magic he was now experiencing, when a deathly silence washed over the room as if everyone was holding their breath. Remus watched Sirius get hit with a red stunning spell. That alone was not cause for panic as Remus was close by and able to jump in to take over the fight and one of the teens could revive him, however Sirius's stunned body fell back in a graceful arc into the veil he was standing beside.

Remus felt immediate grief wash over him when Sirius did not fall through the other side. Knowing that his long-time friend was no more was almost to much to bare. Remus noticed Harry's lack of understanding at what had just happened to his godfather, and knew he had to act swiftly before Bellatrix moved in on him.

"Take Hermione back into the Time Room. Ward the doors as best you can and do not open it until one of the Order tell you to. Not for anything else." Remus waiting for the group of teenagers to nod before he ran off to grab hold of Harry. Harry seemed to be coming to realize what had happened as he let out an agonized howl of rage and charged towards Bellatrix with fire in his eyes. With one backward glance Remus saw the door close and he gave a slight exhale. Hermione would be safe. She would get through this. And he would protect her from the world.