DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. Any and all recognized characters and or components are owned by the authors themselves.

This is a AU canon convergence fic for BOTH verses. Some canon elements have been changed/removed to suit the storyline.

*Also this my first crossover fic. Please be kind*

*Indicates Moony Speaking*

'Indicates thinking'

Chapter 10: Three Turns of the Dial

~Hermione PoV~

The Forbidden Forest was a scary enough place during the day. Merlin only knew what sorts of wild creatures made their home here. But at night, on a full moon with a fully transformed werewolf in pursuit it was downright terrifying. In her heart she knew howling at Professor Lupin was the right thing to do. It was that logical and rational part of her that was screaming at her.

'What were you thinking? A werewolf Hermione. Not a bloody puppy.'

It wasn't bad enough she was in this situation, she had pulled Harry along for the ride. She only hoped that this worked out for them. She kept leading Harry and Buckbeak deeper into the forest. She knew the werewolf was close. Tossing the dead ferrets away she pulled Harry behind a thick tree. The two pressed themselves against the tree trunk as tightly as they could. Hermione held her breath to listen. This could be their only escape. She had to make it count. The werewolf snorted as it drew in a large breath, scenting the air for them. Hermione nudged Harry to circle the tree. They both stopped and stilled again. Listening closely, she thought it might be safe. Taking a step away she turned the opposite direction they had come. She was hoping to spot which way the werewolf had gone, maybe grab Buckbeak again. She was not expecting to come eyes to snout with the still and silent werewolf. She froze meeting its eyes. She was sure this was the end. One bite would be the death of her. But as her eyes met his, they both just stared at each other. The strangest feeling came over her in that moment. It was as if her entire life had pointed to this moment. She was no longer scared. She was exactly where she was meant to be. The werewolf's amber eyes flashed golden and she felt a piece deep inside her slide into place. The werewolf leaned slightly closer and drew in a breath.

'He isn't acting like he wants to kill me. He is just scenting me. What does that mean? Nothing I have read says this was a possibility. It's like he had taken his wolfsbane, and is in control. But I know he didn't. How odd.'

The moment was broken by Buckbeak charging in. He reared up, legs kicking to drive the werewolf off. The werewolf fought briefly before Buckbeak managed to land a hard kick. It backed off, looked at her one more time before running off. She stood staring for a moment longer, still trying to process just exactly what had happened. Harry reached her side, his hands and eyes checking her over.

"I'm okay Harry. Really. But we need to go!"

She grabbed Harry's hand and Buckbeak's lead and headed to the lake.

They reached the opposite shore and hid to wait for the rescuer to come. Harry kept swearing it was his father's patronus. But everyone knew his father was dead. Hermione was getting worried. If something didn't happen soon, it would be too late. The dementors had already begun to make passes over their other selves, slowly draining the life from them.

"Harry. No one's coming. Oh Merlin what do we do? We're dying."

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A giant silvery stag charged past her and raced right into the middle of the dementors. The dementors scattered to avoid the patronus. Her heart leapt with joy. She turned around and saw Harry standing tall and proud, arm extended, wand aloft. It was Harry who had conjured the fully corporeal patronus and driven off the dementors. She was in awe of her friend.

"You did it Harry! That was amazing! You're a really powerful wizard Harry."

Buckbeak knocked Harry between his shoulders. His arm dropped to his side, eyes still wide in realization. Sparing a quick hug for Harry, she grabbed Buckbeak's lead and rubbed his beak.

'We can do this. Almost done then both Sirius and Buckbeak will be free.'

Harry seemed to snap out of his trance. He nodded, took a deep breath and looked at her.

"Ok Hermione. What do we do next. How do we get to Sirius?"

She tried to think.

'How can we reach Flitwick's office? It's all the way on the upper floor of the castle.'

As if answering her, Buckbeak smacked his head into her shoulder. She suspected she probably still smelled like ferret to him.

'Silly bird...wait bird. Wings. Flight.'

Groaning, she turned to Harry.

"Fancy a flight?"

Harry grinned and got on Buckbeak's back, extending his hand to pull her up. Her stomach heaved at the thought of flying. She really hated it.

'Let's just get it over with. You can do this Hermione. Harry won't let you fall. You can trust him.'

~Sirius PoV~

He stood in the tower, locked in. His mind a blur of events. Dumbledore had just left him here. Sirius had told him what had happened. Dumbledore only responded there was nothing he could do.

'Nothing he could do. What a load of bollocks. He had done something for the traitor Snivellus though, hadn't he? I almost think he wants me out of the way. But why?'

Sirius had known by escaping Azkaban, that getting recaptured and sentenced to the Kiss was a possibility. He just assumed he would have accomplished his task one way or the other. Instead he had failed. He had not killed Pettigrew, respecting his godson's wishes. Oh he wanted to. He had no doubt that Azkaban had heavily influenced the madness the Black family was known for. He didn't blame Remus. He could hardly blame him for doing something so very Gryffindor, even if it hadn't helped matters. His mate reacted the way he would have upon seeing the traitors name so near Harry.

Harry. He sighed deeply. The ache in his heart beginning to spread. He had failed Harry. Possibly hurt him more by giving him hope of escaping his aunt's house. Just thinking about how Harry readily agreed to move in with a virtual stranger, one suspected of being a murderer had nearly caused him to go into a fit of rage.

'What the hell was Dumbledore playing at? Keeping the boy from the wizarding world, from his heritage, leaving him with a family who despised everything about him. How is that supposed to be a healthy environment for a child? Merlin knew that he understood what it was like to be hated by your own family.'

He was grateful that he had gotten to meet Harry again. He would never regret that. He just wished he had been able to do more. Self loathing began to set in. Why was he such a screw up? His impetuous nature had gotten him in this mess to start with. Instead of assuming responsibility for Harry, he had handed him off to Hagrid and set off to punish the rat. Instead he had gotten himself locked in Azkaban. He had been too deep in his grief to think rationally. All he had thought was it was his fault that Peter had even had the opportunity to betray James. It had been his idea to switch the secret keeper. And if the rat hadn't been a traitor it would have been the perfect plan. Instead it had gotten James and Lily killed, made his mate doubt him.

Remus. He could only imagine the torment he had gone through every single transformation without his pack. The thought of causing him more pain was like a knife to his heart. Seeing him again had been like a balm to his aching soul. The time and distance had been hard on them both, but there was that sense of rightness and belonging. His place was with Remus. Though seeing the way Remus and Hermione Granger seemed to gravitate to each other was a bit disconcerting. There was something going on there. What he wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps it was the emotions of his mate he was picking up, but he sensed she was important.

'She certainly is a fierce, loyal little thing. Merlin, no wonder that ugly cat belonged to her. They were just alike. Honestly he owed the cat and the girl so much already.'

He could see the clock tower and knew soon the dementors would be here and his life as he knew it would be over. Turning away from the sight, he leaned his back against the wall before slumping to the floor. Hands on his knees, head hung down, back against the stone wall. Little things replaying in his mind. If he was going to lose his soul, he was determined to feel himself up with so much happiness that it would be torment for the creature.

'Who knows, maybe I can take a dementor down with me. Wouldn't that be something?'

He started rocking, his thoughts cycling through all the happy memories in his life. Meeting James in Diagon Alley, the two thick as thieves the first moment. Meeting the shy, scared boy who would become his destined mate. Being sorted into Gryffindor. Playing pranks with James and Remus, and yes even Peter for a time. Becoming a Marauder. Snowball fights on the grounds. Feasts in the Great Hall. Becoming friends with Lily. Quidditch. The first time he managed to transform into his animagus form. That first full moon alone with Remus. Remus claiming him. James parents letting him move in, loving him as fiercely as James. Snogging Remus for the first time. The first time Remus said he loved him. Lily finally agreeing to date James. Snogging Remus. Graduation. Graduation night with Remus. Moving into a flat just him and Remus. Finishing Auror training with James. Shagging Remus. His flying motorbike. James and Lily's wedding. Them announcing the impending birth of a baby Marauder. James asking him to be Godfather. Holding Harry for the first time. Remus holding Harry, the very potential for a future for them to have a family. Harry's first birthday. Seeing Harry again. Hearing Harry's laughter as he ran across the grounds with Ron and Hermione.

Hermione. Her warm expressive eyes. The obvious connection she had with his mate. There was something there. Too bad he would miss seeing what it was. He thudded his head against the stone wall. Each thump sounding louder in the silence of the tower. He thudded one more time, and the wall behind him exploded.

'I did NOT hit it that hard'

Sirius watched the dust settled. Standing there, wand aloft like an avenging angel stood Hermione. Hope surged in his chest. His eyes met hers and a very small place deep inside himself clicked into place.

~Hermione PoV~

'How do I keep getting myself into these situations?'

She bit her lip, buried her head in Harry's shoulder blade to stifle her screams. The world tilted again as Buckbeak swooped through the air. Yes Buckbeak. Somehow she had managed to find herself on his back AGAIN, only this time between Harry and Sirius.

'If I make it off of this bloody bird, my feet are NEVER leaving the ground again. I hate flying.'

They finally landed in the courtyard. Sirius helped her off Buckbeak's back. She smiled at him as he thanked her. A blush filled her cheeks. He agreed with what Professor Lupin had said earlier. Reiterating that she was the Brightest Witch of Her Age.

"How can I ever repay you Hermione? I am in your debt."

She stayed with Buckbeak while Sirius took Harry aside to talk to him. The clock tower chimed the hour.

"Sirius! There's no time! You have to go now!"

He quickly hugged Harry, held his face in his hands, said one last thing before he hopped on Buckbeak. His hand briefly squeezed her shoulder before he let go. With a nod, and one last look he took to the sky.

Hermione snatched Harry's hand as the two took off at a dead run to reach the hospital wing before the chimes stopped. They had barely managed to make it. Panting she confirmed that the trip had been successful. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he shut the doors locking them in again. Harry looked like he was going to say something when the angry voice of Professor Snape reached their ears. She shoved Harry toward his bed and scrambled into hers feigning sleep just as the doors burst open. She pretended to groggily sit up. The potion master's rage swelled to fury. Dumbledore covered by saying they had been locked in this whole time and couldn't have possibly helped Sirius Black escape. Dumbledore quickly escorted him out, the doors closing again. She fell against her pillow breathing a sigh of relief. As her eyes closed, she briefly felt guilty about her part in it all. Then the face of Professor Lupin swam in her mind. Her resolve hardened. She had done the right thing. For Buckbeak, for Sirius, for Harry, for Professor Lupin.

~Remus PoV~

The morning dawned bright. He woke cold, in pain, alone in the forest.

'The forest! Bloody hell! What if I hurt someone?'

His stomach rebelled at the thought. He rolled to his side and emptied his stomach. His hand swiped across his mouth. Other than sick and dirt, there was no blood. A quick check of himself showed only minor scrapes. No unusual amounts of blood. He breathed a sigh of relief he hadn't attacked anyone. He fell onto his back, arm over his eyes. He tried to remember what happened. There were blurry images that flitted through his mind. Something important had happened. He could feel it. He focused as hard as his aching head would allow on one specific image. It was her. Her eyes locked on Moony's. Did it really happen? Or did he imagine that her eyes had flashed Amber for a brief second.

'What happened. I must be imagining things.'

It was the voice of Moony who silenced his thoughts and caused his heart to race.

*My Mari, Cub.*

"Bloody Hell."

AUTHOR NOTE:

This chapter was a struggle for me. Trying to get that connection between Moony and Hermione. I hope you enjoyed! As always, read, review, ask questions!