Hey I know on my profile it says I wont start new stories until i've finished others but this popped into my heasd and i love this pairign, obviously Harry Potter is not mine as i am no where near talented enough to write like JK and i hope you enjoy x

"I don't see the new defence against the dark arts teacher." Remus Lupin stated, his sandy hair falling in his pale face slightly as he walked into the hall. He had grown, now standing at 6,2 and taller than his friends though his frame looked frail. The other marauders, however, knew this was not the case- his werewolf traits caused him to possess a strength unlike any other and if angered he walked with the stealth of a predator. Other members of the school had noticed it and no one dared upset the normally quiet and reserved marauder.

"I hope she's a chick" Sirius winked at a couple of passing Ravenclaws who blushed heavily as he sat down, lounging with an elegance few could achieve as he looked towards James potter. The teenager had messy black hair and he ruffled it before he answered.

"Only if she's good looking." He no longer looked over forlornly at lily Evans, a fiery redhead he had pinned over for too long. "Trying to bed a teacher Padfoot?"

"Over Evans Prongs?" The shaggy haired marauder asked as more girls stared at his looks and hid blushes.

"I think so, I mean she hates me, doesn't take me seriously would never condone my pranks and has always acted like a bitch to me- 6 years I have tried." Though he looked upset the others were pleased to see the desperation he once held was gone.

"That's great mate, as soon as the lovely ladies hear you'll be almost as wanted as me." James made to retort but the stern looking professor McGonagall took centre stage as she began the sorting. More went to Slytherin than in a fair number of years in comparison the 6 that went to Hufflepuff and 10 that went to Ravenclaw. The snakes hardly clapped and instead settled for a few smirks whereas the lions roared, imitating their namesakes. "Gits" Sirius murmured, looking ready to murder his smirking brother, who has also inherited the families good looks. Though a year younger than the marauders, in his 5th, Regulus Black was feared more than most and Sirius hated that his brother turned down the dark road that the rest of his family had.

"We don't want a fight this early on in the year." Remus reminded him with a touch to the shoulder even though his normally clear blue eyes turned slightly amber at the prospect. Though the most polite and respectful of the marauders, never starting the pranks, his feral side loved a fight and sometimes the other started one with him just so he could get the anger out and didn't hurt anyone who was innocent.

"Already Moony?" James queried as he looked at the dangerous smile that had come onto the lean boys face.

"Bad summer Prongs, still an abomination as per usual." The three fell silent as peter looked on, it had been that way for Remus for a long time and he hardly knew his parents anymore- it did not upset him but angered him. In that moment a flash of indigo light blinded the room and a figure fell onto the stone floor. The figure rose as the light faded to reveal a girl, of 19 maybe in leather trousers, a tight red vest top and a leather jacket that moulded to her body. Her feet were adorned with combat boots though as she moved she did not make a sound, the grace like way she stood and began to walk was also one common to a predator hunting. Yet this was not what drew most people's attention. Her eyes, those that could see the dark brown and honey flecks, showed depth and destruction. She was covered in blood, cuts, bruises including some on her neck, face and hands- that was all the could see. One arm appeared broken but the girl appeared not to acknowledge this as she walked towards Dumbledore, without muttering an incantation or waving her wand the open wounds healed and her arm snapped back into place, her body being cleaned and the blood banishing. Her power was large anyone could see that and Remus smirked at the darkness she held.

"A word Dumbledore?" She asked, though her confidence in his agreement shone through her emotionless voice.

"Of course child." Her ruby lips curled into a Slytherin worthy smirk.

"I appear like this and you call me a child old man?" It was only then people noticed the hidden blade in one of her sleeves, the sheaths full on knives around her waist and the dangerous looking hair pin holding up her long sleek brunette hair.

"I suppose not, come." Yet again showing predatory like grace she ascended the platform and followed the headmaster into a small side room. The hall remained in silence.

"I am a time traveller, I am here to protect, you will not send me back to where I have come there is nothing left. I am not a child, I have and have been tortured. I have seen death and caused it. I am no more a child than any brought up in war and if that is the case I am a warrior. Do you understand?" Dumbledore looked at her gravely.

"I see, you may stay. I assume tom wins."

"Riddle does not just win, he conquers, he slaughters and he maims. Children, women, men. It makes no difference." He was not surprised that she knew who tom was. "If it helps you to believe me here," she pulled up the top of her top to reveal an ugly looking scar. But that was not what she was showing him, a small tattoo of a phoenix was situated on her left hip and is moved slightly. "Fawkes disappeared after you died." She stated as the tattoo flapped its majestic wings.

"You dabbled and are good at the dark arts." He suddenly stated, his magic rejecting hers as he got closer, it clung to her and swirled around her, he did not know why he had not felt it's presence before. She flinched from him, eyes wary as though expecting an attack.

"Yes and we all did. You do not care though or else Remus would not be in his 6th year. My past and future is tainted with blood and pain. I only did what I had too. I would appreciate it if you did not criticise me or fear me." Her eyes were narrowed and sharp, despite her shorted height her presence was everywhere.

"I fear your power, anyone in there right mind would. I was stating a fact. Will you teach?"

"I, master of some of the most horrific curses teach?" He nodded.

"They need to know, to understand. You are best suited to this and I need a teacher who does not mollycoddle my students. They need someone with the practical knowledge, someone who can strike fear in them but at the same time relate." The woman, for she was no girl, pondered it for a moment before holding out her hand.

"Hermione, I will not go under professor for I am no teacher. I will give it ago but I make no promises. I will also not join the order, you are just starting and I work better alone- I know what I am looking for and I will find it."

"So he made one." She smirked again, her once delicate features hardened by experience.

"Six in this time. I think its time I meet my students." With that she strode out, leaving the headmaster both wary of her and saddened that she had to experience so much- he knew if anyone could get through to the students it would be the war torn girl and if they were scared there was little he could do. She would earn their respect by being tough and no one would dispute her- the darkness and power rolling off her was in the air, some would sense it and others would be wary just because of her wounds. Her necklace too, the diamond round her neck also seemed to hold power, it was a smooth oval on a silver chain though he had never seen anything like it before. It was only then he realised he did not know her last name and made to follow her.

"She was hot." Sirius had exclaimed as soon as the woman had left. James and Remus laughed.

"She was powerful." Was all Remus stated, his eyes glowing more amber now. "Dark power, warring inside her with light. It was..." He failed to find the words but the glint in his eyes told all.

"Get anything else?" James asked, their friends traits made him a good judge of character.

"Many scars, most you cannot see until you get up close, she's a warrior and I feel as though I want to protect her, it is strange- as though she is one of my pack but she is not like me" Their voices we're low but the loud rumble off chatter would have made it hard for anyone else to hear. Even the teachers were discussing her.

"Strange? Still I could easily look at her all lesson." Sirius looked at his friend. "About that you want to tell lily she's not yours anymore?" James smirked, all of the marauders had a slightly darker nature though most of the time it was all for fun- they knew it was due to the war, Sirius was from a dark family, Remus was a werewolf and James had been scorned to many times to be the golden boy people assumed he was.

"Oi Evans, its over love, your as bit of a bitch and thank merlin we will never get hitched." His rhyme had many of the students giggling and the redhead blushed before her emerald eyes turned murderous and she approached him angrily.

"How dare you potter, I am not a bitch and we were never together. Why don't you just hut your egocentric mouth and back off?"

"Well lily bug," his dark eyes sparkled dangerously. "The thing is you are a bit of a bitch. Who else would disregard me, speak to me with such disdain when I have only ever been nice to you. Who else would demand I stop asking her out even though she's the only one I have ever held interest in." Lily made to slap him but found herself frozen.

"Now now miss Evans that is no way to treat someone you were not even going out with. Opinions are allowed you know" The girl was leaning against the teachers table casually, and smirked at the rooms occupants, no one had noticed her come in though she assumed that Remus may have sensed it. "If I hurt someone every time I was called a name or hurt very few people would survive my wrath. Hence why we learn self control- how else would you master magic and its more advanced forms? Sit." Lily did not as the girl waved her finger and the spell was taken off.

"Who the hell are you to tell me what to do- you know nothing." The girl let out a light laugh as she stood straight and stalked her way to the head of the Gryffindor table.

" I know people who died for love, I saw it, I was prepared to die for my friends." Moving in a wisp of grey light faster than even the most athletic runners the girl appeared next to the redhead. " I almost did, instead, well you saw me when I came in. He loved you, past tense, and it seems you had quite a catch in Mr potter who must have turned down many to stay true to you. Though I don't doubt there was the occasional slip." Her eyes drew you in, James noticed as she sent a small smile his way and the honey flecks darkened to a reddish colour. "Boys are not known for self control in that area. As I was saying sit down, I am your professor and I suggest you learn manners before you step into my classroom." Lily did so, with the hall shocked at her precious disregard for what the woman had asked her to do. It was at this moment that Dumbledore walked in.

"This is your new defence against the dark arts professor, she has asked if you just call her Hermione instead of a more formal title though just professor will also do. Mr lupin please escort her to her chambers after the meal. Please begin." The food appeared though most were in favour of talking about the new teacher.

"What was that spell? it was awesome!" Sirius exclaimed, looking in wonder at the young woman who ate with delicate manners and surveyed the room carefully. He winked at her and she shot a smirk back, his mash potatoes forming the words 'I don't do dogs.' In shock he turned to see her but she was now talking to another professor while his friends howled with laughter.

"How did she know?" James asked but Padfoot just shrugged.

"No idea mate." He looked at his friend who was still staring at the teacher who appeared not realise her own appeal to many of the young men. "Definitely over Evans." He muttered and Remus grinned.

"Prongs?"

"Yes Moony." "She's noticed your staring and I think Sirius is going to let you have dibs on her." James blushed but it soon faded to a smug grin.

"Good. I intend to take him up on that."

Dinner was almost over though the volume of chatter had not died down. Before Dumbledore made his final speech or the plates had been cleared Remus sensed someone approaching and turned to see their new teacher.

"Mr lupin." She smiled serenely at him.

"Professor." She rolled her eyes.

"Nonsense, Hermione please. I am not that old." Sirius stood and caught a hand, kissing it, even though they all knew she could easily have moved it away.

"A pleasure my dear Hermione. You are so radiant..."

"That you are not worthy of touching me." With a flick of her hand he was back in his seat, grinning in his jesting manner.

"You wound me fair maiden." He joked as she turned to Peter.

"Mr Pettigrew" she nodded and then turned to the man who reminded her so strongly of her best friend. "Mr potter, may I ask what caused the outburst earlier?" He flushed and ruffled his hair instinctively.

"I... well...For 6 years I wanted her but she would never talk to me without shooting me down, thought she was better than me, never condoned my pranks." He was angry, but also sad that he would never have the red head.

"She is of light magic, completely light magic Mr potter, most are, as you stated, at least a little inclined towards grey."

"And yourself?" Lupin asked, curious to know if she knew the secrets of the magic that he could feel pulsing.

"A rather darker shade of grey, Mr lupin. And on occasion dark as the empty void that awaits us. Now may I retire. You have heard the speech before and I have been informed you are, at least mos of the time, sensible." He rose, murmured a goodbye to his friends and escorted the young woman out, his tall frame overshadowing her 5,4 one at most.

"You've made quiet an impression on the school Hermione." He said softly and she turned her head left to look at him as they walked sown the quiet hallways.

"I highly doubt that Mr lupin." she commented dryly.

"Remus and you appeared randomly with injuries that you haled with wandless non verbal magic, have an assortment of weapons, called Dumbledore and old man and won a fight with Evans who disrespected you. That's an impression whether you like it or not"

"Evans? I was under the impression you liked her."

"She is a good friend, loyal and studious but she has hurt James too many times and he is one of my pack- no one hurts one of my own. If she had touched him I would have broken her neck faster than anyone could blink." His eyes shone amber in the dim hallway and he scooted away from her, worried that his rage may burst from him and caused her harm.

"Come here Remus, I already know and you are probably reacting to my magic, tainted with darkness as it is- no 'dark' creature could ignore it, I am not ignorant of that."

"And death, I can smell it" Remus admitted flushing with worry even as she shot him a smile.

"Its OK, I am not prejudiced and yes killing was necessary and I would do it again. It's OK to let it out around me a little." Suddenly he stood straighter, his eyes amber and feral as he pulled her to him, though to his joy he did not sense fear rolling off her as the boys sometimes displayed but a serenity no one else had shown him.

"Its this too much little one? Does it worry you that I could kill you, that Lily Evans would be dead if she had continued, that my parents are in danger and that Snivellus came so close to being murdered."

"Nonsense Remus, I have met and lived with your kind and you are protectors, it does not come as a surprise though I do have a silver dagger on me in case I am out on a full moon. Why do you think I interfered earlier?" Neither commented on the nickname his feral side had given her as she smelt her hair, getting sued to her and allowing her darkness to cease his torment and anger.

"Little one, looking out for me are you? I look out for you. You wouldn't use that dagger, you'd find another way, you certainly seem as though you have used enough dark magic to easily know how to take me down. Not that I'd ever give my little one a reason to harm me" His transition into Moony was smooth and Hermione suddenly realised something.

"Moony, I can make you wolfsbane so your human side remembers and can control you better."

"You wish to lock me up?" He snarled, his grasp on her tightening. "Little one I thought we had a deal of protection?"

"Not lock you up Moony but help fuse you with him, so he can know your side, your wants better. As it is you transition well." Almost soothed Remus let go of her, his eyes blue again as he held her by the waist too him.

"You would do that for me?"

"Yes Remus, we have darkness within us few can understand, almost kindred and I know your kind better than most. It is hard but I have done it before." They had reached her portrait now, a sleek black panther that growled softly at her.

"Thank you," his gratitude was shown in his eyes, amazed that a stranger would do such a thing for him, that someone else accepted him as he was.

"That's OK Remus, do I just pick my password?" He nodded and clasped his hands over his ears with a smirk. "You can hear me Remus, its OK I don't mind if you know- if anything happens, ever, and you or the others need my help you come to me understood?" He nodded and she smiled, thinking for a moment before giving a mischievous smirk that showed her true age. "Cookies." He smirked also at her childish manner. "Sleep well Remus." She pulled him into a hug, he was not used to this kind of comfort but quickly held her close to him.

"You too little one." His feral side's nickname appeared to have stuck and both smiled as she disappeared into her rooms. They was done in a stylish and simple white with one dark red wall, a silver set of swirls painted across it. There were mahogany bookshelves filled with a vast array of knowledge, a beautiful writing desk and a large window which she immediately curled up next to on the window sill. Today had been hard, her emotionless façade broke and she let a single tear fall down her face as she shook in horror and sorrow, Pettigrew and so many others in that room would have been killed on sight in her time, and then the boys, Snape, Dumbledore- her teachers were alive here, though she knew their fates. The warrior hugged her knees close to her, looking at the crescent moon. This was not how she planned it, she had been emotionless for a long time, she could not let torture and killing get to her yet ten minutes with the ones they had lost threw her into an array of emotions she had though she would never feel again. After a while her features turned stony as she drew up lesson plans, plans to win the war, strategies, lists of recruits and known death eaters. She knew sleep did not come easy even as she settled down and that she would wake early with pain filled nightmares as she drifted off in her first night as a teacher, in the past, with hope.

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