Hi!

Ok, ok…nearly everyone's been demanding more Hermione/Remus, so I promise I will include a lot more of them as it goes on! A few people hinted (*cough*Snivelly*cough*) that they would like Lily and James as well, and I promise there will be more where that came from :). I love all my reviewers and take their suggestions to heart (most of the time), but there are a few I have to include personal notes to :).

Cataclysmic: Hehe thanks for the comment about the robin…yes, that was my first attempt on Voldemort, I have never done him before. I'm glad you liked it, I didn't trust myself at the time to make him talk, but I will have to in future chapters, so wish me luck! And there will be some more plotting sessions…not that many, really, but at the end, there's gonna be---oh wait! I can't tell you that ;).

Lily Skylo: Oh, great idea! I'm going to use your suggestion about how Remus of Hermione's time would react….*evil plots come to mind*….

Taryn Weasley: What was that you said? You want more Lily and James? No? Oh! Hermione and Remus…I get it now ;).

Corey: Yep, they're my favorite couple :). Plenty more where that came from!

Slinkey: Hope you liked your cookies! Don't break out in too many boils! *evil plots for potions to put in the next batch of cookies*

Snivelly: Ok, I'll add more of Remus and Hermione just like you asked! Mwahahahahaha! *ahem* Ha.

NOTE-Y NOTE NOTE NOTE: OOOOOOkkkk….By the way, before you read this, note that I was a bit hyper as I was on many cans of Pepsi at the time…I almost never write Author's Notes in my stories, but there's a number in here ;). Disregard them please, like I said…I was crazy and mentally deranged at the time…or maybe I am all the time…*ponders this*

Oh well!

*Sammy-Jo*

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE UNASKED REQUEST

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Hermione walked jovially down the hall, a bounce in her step. Her medium brown hair was as frizzy and bushy as ever, yet she had taken extra pains to work all the tangles out. Her favorite scent from the Muggle shop Victoria's Secret, Passionate Kisses, lightly graced her aura. She was not one for caking on pounds of makeup, but a sheer pink gloss touched her lips. Brown eyes sparkling, she turned the corner and immediately fixed a piercing gaze down the corridor, looking for a certain someone. (A/N: *cough*Remus*cough*) Shrewdly examining the few students there, Hermione did not spot the familiar shaggy brown hair and deep aqua eyes. Unaffected and not in the least discouraged, she continued in her hunt. Having found out that the next Hogsmeade visit would be coming up this weekend, she was determined to get Remus to ask her. In the worst case, if he failed to pick up on her obvious clues, she would ask him herself. Nonetheless, Hermione preferred Remus ask her so she could know what he truly felt about their relationship.

Passing the library, she began to pick up speed. She could not go into the library right now, although she had been dying to read a book on the history of Hogsmeade. That would just have to wait, because there were more important matters at hand. Laughing to herself, Hermione recalled a time when nothing was more important than her next bit of reading material. Before she passed the last door, as there were many entrances to the extensive selection of books, she slowed slightly and decided to look in. After all, perhaps Remus was there. There he was! She walked as quickly as she could, turning to enter the doorway, not caring if she looked a bit too eager. Shifting her books to one arm and raising the other to wave, Hermione smashed headfirst into something hard.

Flushing a deep rouge, without looking up, she quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a familiar nervous habit and hastily began picking up the books. Finally gathering them all in a pile, she looked up and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, and I--"

"Watch your step, Mudblood," Lucius Malfoy drawled almost lazily. Hermione was very disconcerted to see that there was a faint smirk on his lips.

"I said I was sorry! In civilized conversation, we like to respond to that with--"

"If you aren't out of my sight in ten seconds, Gropet…" he left it hanging there, a hint of warning in his tone.

Something in Hermione snapped. She was furious! No one, and that especially meant Malfoy, was going to ruin her day! Not a soul had the right to speak to her that way! She suddenly stood up, the pieces of literature lay forgotten on the floor. Malfoy looked like he wanted to step back, his arrogant expression fading slightly, then quickly snapped back into place. Hermione took a deep breath, then rushed forward to hit him, bringing her hand in as hard as she could in a full-armed slap. She was satisfied when a sharp snap and a sting on her palms announced that she had struck home.

Hermione was about to reach back for another one when Malfoy grabbed her arm and twisted it around her back. It hurt like hell, but Hermione didn't let out a cry of pain and turned to fix him stare for stare.

"You won't be trying that again, you filthy little Mudblood!"

"Oh really, Malfoy? Well then,--"

She reached for her wand when abruptly something large and dense roughly knocked the wind out of her. Surprised, Hermione looked up only to realize she was on the hard wooden floor. He had…hit her! She was stunned, as no one, especially not a guy, had ever hit her before. Even Lucius looked dumbly at his hand that was still curled into a fist, then down at Hermione, blinking stupidly as if he didn't know what he had just done. The wave of nausea that comes when one's wind has been knocked out came, and Hermione winced and hunched over, pressing hard against her midriff in a vain attempt to drive away the ache. Once the shock had worn away, pain hit her hard like another blow to her stomach and her eyes shone with unshed tears. She absolutely refused to cry in Malfoy's presence, however. Then the voice she had longed to hear the entire evening sounded.

"What?" Remus looked from Hermione to Lucius, who was slowly backing away. "How?" His eyes widened in realization and fury. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER, MALFOY?"

Lucius stopped moving and attempted to speak in a mocking voice. He failed miserably. "Me? I didn't do anything to her, Lupin. Why don't you ask the filthy little Mudblood herself why she's gawking there like the verminous trash she is!"

"That's it." Remus spoke in a dangerously calm voice, an infuriated light in his eyes. Hermione knew what he was going to do instantly.

Remus moved forward threateningly and Hermione winced as the loud thud of Remus's fist connecting with Lucius's chest sounded. Lucius, who had obviously not been expecting the strength behind the blow stood up and dusted himself off.

"That hurt, Malfoy? Now scram!"

But Lucius did not take orders from others. "Are you referring to the dust on my robes? You must be mistaken, because the taint comes from Gropet over there."

Malfoy then drew his arm back in what looked like it would be a powerful hit. Hermione, who had been backing up slowly to where her books lay strewn about the floor, closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. It never came, however, and she opened one eye, then the other to see the astonished face of Lucius. Remus had caught the fist in one of his hands easily and brought his other one up in a sharp attack to the head. Malfoy fell over, obviously unconscious. (A/N: I told you werewolves have more strength! Mwahahahaha! Ha. [Plus it's more romantic that way.]) Both Hermione and Remus stared for a few seconds, then Remus turned around and moved over to Hermione, the fighting spark gone from his eyes.

He smiled concernedly down at Hermione, extending a hand. She started to take it, then remembered her books. (A/N: Such a handy prop, they are.) Remus waved his wand, and they immediately transferred to the arm that was not being offered. She smiled, slightly embarrassed at the events, and took it. She tried not to grimace at the pain she knew would be there for a while, but must have failed because Remus frowned.

"Are you ok, Hermione?" He asked in a voice so unlike the one he used with Malfoy that it was startling. "Let's go in here and you can tell me what happened." He pulled open the door to what appeared to be a lounge room with a few wooden chairs and a large, comfortable looking couch. (A/N: Three guesses where they'll be sitting…) Remus led Hermione to the couch (A/N: Ha! You people who guessed wooden chairs got it wrong! Ok, I'm done now.), an arm around her shoulders.

By then, Hermione trusted herself to speak. "I was just walking down the hallway, looking for…" She paused and glanced up at him through her eyelashes. "Looking for you, and I guess I wasn't watching where I was going. Bumped into Malfoy and….I slapped him, then went in for another one." Remus smiled with mirth, but beckoned her to go on. "He….stopped me, and then I started to reach for my wand to hex him with the worst, when out of nowhere he just…punched me…" She trailed off, as she was still slightly confused where that came from.

The arm around her shoulders tightened, and Hermione was almost glad she had been hit. Almost. "I'll kill him for that, Hermione."

She laughed. "I think you already did. He's out cold, I imagine."

"He'd better be. Where does it hurt?"

"Right here's kind of sore," Hermione spoke softly, then gestured towards her lower stomach. She ginned inwardly as he moved his hand toward the spot and slowly began to massage it. She lay her head on his chest softly and a bit tense, as if checking if it was ok, then relaxed, deeply inhaling his cologne scent.

Her knotted muscles began to relax and Hermione closed her eyes, only for them to flutter open as Remus spoke. "So why were you looking for me in the first place?"

She had forgot all about dropping subtle hints! "Oh…I just wanted to ask you if you knew there was a Hogsmeade trip coming up this weekend." She smiled slyly up at him. There was no way he could miss that.

But he did. "Oh yes! You've been to Hogsmeade then? I love it there, especially Zonko's Joke Shop, and butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks and--what are you looking at me like that for?"

"Well…I was kind of…" everything came out in a rush. "I was kind of hoping that you'd, you know, ask me to go there, but of course if you don't want to, that's ok, it's fine with me, of course we could always just meet there as friends, not that I am hinting at anything, but if you didn't want to it wouldn't have to be a date, not that I was saying it was a date, but you--"

Her ramblings were cut off as Remus swiftly lifted her head up and pulled her in to him, locking her lips with his. She gasped slightly in surprise, and taking advantage of the parting of her mouth, Hermione felt Remus's tongue lock with her own. Both amused and surprised at her enjoyment, Hermione didn't think her first kiss could have been any better than this. Lightly pulling away from each other, Remus then kissed her forehead, nose and lips again softly and pulled away, cerulean orbs beaming down on her.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Mmm…I don't know. I suppose I'll go to Hogsmeade with you, Remus," Hermione spoke with mock reluctance.

She grinned wickedly and snuggled her head into the nook in his neck. He wrapped both arms around her tightly and began massaging the spot harder, much to Hermione's contentment. She was enjoying relaxing comfortably in his arms when suddenly he stood up and gathered her in his arms. She let out a small gasp of delighted surprise as he carried her to the entrance. Setting her down gently, he kissed the top of her head and opened the door.

"Shall I escort you to the common room, My Lady?"

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Harry kept his glasses on and sat up in bed in a desperate attempt to contemplate the events in Astronomy class he'd had a few weeks ago. He had done this every night since then, but couldn't come up with a plausible explanation. Trumpwort really was just another Trelawney, but Harry wondered if Trumpwort could possibly be able to predict the future, if only to a small extent. Yet his vision was blurred and darkness was starting to close in on the corners of his eyes. If one thing still held true about this decade and his own was the workload they got because of their O.W.L.s. He found himself regretting his decision to burn all of his homework after fifth year. (A/N: A bit abrupt, was that not?)

Finally, Harry capitulated to the depths of sleep, despite his fruitless efforts to stay awake.

~*~Dreamland, Dreamland, Sweet Little Girl and Boy Land, While you dw--(A/N: Ok, Ill shut up now.*starts humming the Dreamland song*)~*~

He was in a windowless, enclosed room, dying to get out. The darkness was maddening, engulfing his soul on the brink of panic. Then a bright, luminescent figure slowly took shape in the far corner of the chamber. The upper portions of the formerly shapeless object now took on an iridescent blue twinkle. Half moons shone in resplendent hues above a flowing ivory beard.

"Professor Dumbledore?" The voice was not his; it did not belong to him, yet it was he who was Harry that spoke.

"Harry, I was hoping you'd be here. I see you have still not mastered your Occlumency lessons. Truth be told, this is one time where I am grateful for that fact. I would not otherwise have been able to contact you." Dumbledore spoke without haste in slow, comforting tones, and Harry was inclined to feel relaxed as well. However, what should have been a joke caused no sparkle in the Headmaster's aqua eyes, and the urgency that was not in his voice could be seen in his oculus pools. Harry did not realize it at the time, but there was no recognition of the face before him either.

"What is it, Professor?"

"The Voldemort of our own time has acquired a time turner, the one that the Ministry kept for records. The time turner that was in our possession has shattered due to an unfortunate series of events, rendering it useless. Voldemort has traveled to the past, and you could be in danger. The Order has discussed this many times, yet we cannot fathom his plans, or if indeed, he does have plots to harm you, Lily or James. Therefore, we advise you to, at the end of your term at Hogwarts--"

He who was Harry interrupted him, yet he no longer had control of the essence that was his body. "Avada Kedavra!" An unearthly pale, long fingered hand held the wand before him, and the familiarity of the wand was uncanny. Then again, brother wands work with the same efficiency for another who possesses its counterpart.

Dumbledore had disappeared just before the jet of green light hit him, and Harry regained control. He peered into the transparent mist that now surrounded him in place of the caliginous clouds of before. He heard a voice that was not his give a rasping, horrified gasp as a face that was not his stared back at him. Dumbledore had been looking into the eyes of Voldemort.

The scene abruptly changed to that of a calm setting outside a comfortable looking home. Red, snake-like eyes regarded the family of three inside. Harry recognized himself, although he was sixteen in the vision. Suddenly, Harry knew he was in a shared dream with Voldemort and vehemently attempted to shake himself out of it.

Raising his wand and silently opening the window, Harry's heart leapt to his throat as he saw what he was about to do.

"Mum! Dad! Look up! You must; it's urgent!"

But Harry's parents did not bat an eyelash.

'They are not your parents,' a taunting voice in his mind hissed. 'This is merely an alternate universe in which you are raised by the Potters.'

Harry was getting desperate now. Anything to stop himself from doing what he knew was going to happen. "Mum--Lily! James! He's coming! He'll kill you again, and I can't let that happen!" He was well aware that he was making no sense, but a strong sense of foreboding filled his head, rendering civilized speech useless.

The voice in his head swore loudly at the clatter of dishes dropping from his mother's hand. She looked up and let out a bloodcurdling scream as she saw him…

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"

"Are you okay?"

~*~End of Dreamland~*~

"Huh?" Harry let out a shout as a humongous bucket of water hovered directly over his head.

"You guys? I'm awake, I really am, I swear! I--BLOODY HELL, THAT'S COLD!" The entire contents of the container were now all over him and his bed. The water was ice cold, and Harry was none too happy.

"Oh! Erm…sorry about that, Harry." Remus grinned sheepishly and lowered his wand that had been supporting the water.

"What was that all about, Harry?" Sirius asked. "Why were you yelling at Lily and James?"

"I--I was?" Slowly the nighttime vision came back to Harry. He had been warning his parents about something. But, there was something before that. He had been Voldemort, and Dumbledore was warning him…It was all part of the dream! He realized. Voldemort was just sending me that vision. I won't fall for that one again. Not for Sirius, he wouldn't. He glanced at James, who was giving him an odd stare and actually looked properly shaken.

"Yes, you were. First you were shouting about your mum and dad, then all of a sudden it was Lily and James…" Peter trailed off, a quizzical expression on his face.

"If you don't mind me asking," James spoke for the first time in a rasping voice, "Who exactly are…or were, your parents?"

Harry drew in a deep breath, wondering how he could dodge the question without giving anything away. All eyes were on him, and everyone jumped as Ron gave a loud snore.

Harry took this opportunity as a distraction and laughed loudly. "Ron can sleep through anything, he can. Once, he thought that Siri--an escaped convict from Azkaban attacked him." He knew this was not entirely fair, as Sirius had cut open the canopy to Ron's bed, but the Marauders did not have to know this.

"You're dodging my question, Harry."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut tightly so that spots appeared on his closed lids and rubbed his temples. Making his final decision, he looked up and responded. "I--I can't tell you, James." Looking up at his father-to-be, Harry knew that James had heard the unspoken truth. He wished desperately that Prongs would forget the whole ordeal, but Harry knew better than that. The event would be engraved in his mind, and he'd always remember.

(A/N: Dun, dun, DUN! *evil creepy music plays in the background*)

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ACK! I'm so sorry for you people who have read this before, but I really messed up in my original intentions. My writing got away with me, therefore I toned down a few things more to my liking…

There. You got your Remus and Hermione. Happy? Hehe…I thought I'd add them in since there's been so much Lily and James. But don't worry. They'll be back. Sorry about all the Author's Notes…I kinda get carried away sometimes…By the way, you have my beta reader Slinkey to thank for telling me to keep most of them out…there would've been a whole lot more for you to deal with mwahahahah! Ha.

Yay!

Au revoir!

*Sammy-Jo*