Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. Sadly I am not the genius, only the person who implements my perspective on what should happen, have happened, or will happen, with the characters.

Chapter 1.

Hermione stood alone in the dark courtyard, and looked at her surrounding. She gazed at her watch and, although it said 11:00 AM, it was as dark as night . She didn't know where she was, or even recall how she got there. Cloaked figures were moving around her, whispering, cackling, and taunting her every move. She stepped back , but tripped on her robes, sending her crashing into the ground. Pain spread through her body, as the figures burst into laughter. Ignoring her pain, she jumped to her feet, whipped out her wand and whispered "Lumos" to try and catch a glimpse at the masked figured. Before she could finish the incantation her wand was sent flying out of her hand into the darkness surrounding her. She stood up abruptly but was sent to her knees by a flash of light which hit her in the back.

Crying out in pain, Hermione realized she was the only one making noise. She stopped mid-cry and listened intently, but no sound could be heard.

Breaking the silence was a mans voice, "Well well, look who we have here." The voice was deep, and dark. Hermione knew the voice. Her mind was running through profiles of people she had met, but nobody in particular came into view.

He walked up and stood in front of her. "What should we do with this one?"

Snickers could be heard in the distance, as the tall man kneeled down in front of her, and cupped her chin with his hand, making her lift her head to meet his face. Her eyes scanned his mask, making contact with his own. She knew those eyes, and knew them well, but before she could recognize them, everything surrounding her went black.

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Hermione shot out of bed, startled at her dream. Sweat drenched her pillow and clothing, as she tried to slow down her breath. She kept on having the same dream for days on end, and was getting more frustrated as each day passed.

Once again she tried to look back on that day two weeks before, but she could only remember as far as her dreams would let her.

Why couldn't she remember farther?

And who was that man?

He was so… intriguing… and… infatuating. If only she knew who he was! Those eyes… that voice… she couldn't pin point it. But he consumed her thoughts… her dreams… she wanted to know so bad!

Flustered, she rose from her bed, her nightgown just barely reaching the floor. She opened the door to her room, and went downstairs. Maybe some warm milk and a sleeping drought could help her fall asleep. She made her way into the kitchen and retrieved her items. On the way back, she noticed a dim light in the living room. Peeking her way around the corner she noticed it was Remus, sitting on the couch reading one of the many books.

He's so beautiful… I shouldn't disturb him… I should just leave.

As she turned to walk away, she heard the familiar voice. "Hermione? What are you doing up to late?" His voice was warm, and loving, but definetly not the one from her dream.

"I… I couldn't sleep," she stuttered, trying to explain why she wasn't asleep like the others.

"Is there a particular reason why?" Remus asked. His eyes were filled with concern, and his voice was caring.

What should I tell him?

"It was a dream I had…"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

No…

She paused for a moment thinking. He was one of her closest friends. Almost as close as Harry, and Ron. But she couldn't tell him… He would worry, and try to analyze it. She couldn't tell him… at least not yet.

"It wasn't anything much… just a memory," she frantically tried to think. One that was hurt, and disturbing… "Of Sirius, when he fell into the veil," she quickly added.

Why did I lie?

Remus eyed her suspiciously. "Are you going to be alright to go to bed Hermione?"

No… don't let me go…

"Yes. Ill be fine"

She left the room nervously, trying not to let her feelings get the best of her. Slowly she made her way up to her room, thoughts running frantically through her head.

Why did I lie to him? I know he would worry, but I should worry too. He's the closest one to me… I should've just told him the truth.

But he looked so peaceful there, alone, happy… and… gorgeous. Maybe I should go back, maybe I should… I don't know… sit with him a while…

No Hermione! He's married… and has a kid… and is so… wonderful…

Hermione always had a fancy for Remus, but she kept it to herself. It wasn't right for her to love a married man. A father. A werewolf.

She decided to shutdown her mind as she drank the sleeping draught, and before her head could hit her pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.