A Dance Through Thyme [Harry Potter]

There are no strangers here; only friends you haven't met. An unknown man sends Hermione back to the Marauder's Era as revenge, however, the consequences are far more disastrous than what even he imagines when Hermione loses her memory of the past. Why did that man do this to her, and what secrets will be spilled? Who is the guilty party?


23. Chapter 22: In Sicherheit



"The exams are only days away – hours really, when you think about it!" Remus exclaimed to his best friends as they stood before him, hands on their hips, demanding a reason for Remus' absence during Hermione's move to Godric's Hollow.

Sirius rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Remus, in case it escaped your attention, James and I shall be joining you for the exams, and we are not currently in a state of panic."

It was Remus' turn to be disgruntled.

"I don't think I have ever seen either of you willingly crack open a book for study. Your current attitude is not too far removed from your usual self. You might not care about your final grades, but I am counting on them to be able to get a decent job to support myself with when we leave school."

James knew that Remus was alluding to the immense wealth that the Potter family had accumulated over the centuries, and how there was a lack of such resources in Remus' own family tree. It hurt James that deep down Remus was bothered by such matters; however, he also knew that this was not the only reason for his friend's current non-compliance.

"Remus, is it about Hermione? Did something happen between you two?"

The volume of his voice was immediately hushed, Remus looked away, and it was not due to the fourth years which had currently deposited themselves only a few feet away from the armchair Remus had positioned himself in, close to the now extinguished fire place of the Gryffindor common room.

A sudden change in demeanour only meant two things with Remus: trouble with Hermione, a full-moon was approaching. It was definitely not the latter. This had occurred the previous week. James decided that he would need to probe a little further, however, now was not the moment.

"Suit yourself," he said to Remus. "You know where we are if you change your mind. Personally, I thought that you would welcome approval from Dumbledore to get out of the grounds and get into town, but I guess I thought wrong."

He turned to walk out of the common room. Sirius followed suit, clapping his hand onto Remus' shoulder in sympathy, not really wanting to be the person to come between James and Remus.

It was several moments of Remus staring blankly out the window before he realised that his friends had left him on his own. They were going off the help Hermione move her belongings into a safe house in Godric's Hollow. According to James, Dumbledore had spent the best part of several weeks making sure that it would be completely impenetrable from the outside world, except for those who already knew it existed.

It did not need to be said that each of the Marauder's would be privy to the secret, and be able to visit Hermione at any time, and for this he was a little grateful. However, it upset him to no end that Hermione did not name him as secret keeper. He thought that Hermione trusted him. It Remus' mind it was either him or Dumbledore, but no. James had been made secret keeper in his place.

Remus thought that it was a rather bold move given that there was James' girlfriend Lily to consider as well. What would he tell her? Would she notice all the times that he would inevitably sneak out to see Hermione? Would she think the same infidelity which Remus initially suspected of the pair?

Remus did not think that Hermione was capable of such an act, but he no longer knew what to think. She still had not told him of the great secret which she had been keeping from him all this time.

Thoughts continued to swirl across Remus' mind, and he tried to snap his attention back to his study only to find that it was a complete waste of time altogether. There was no hope of getting any study done today, despite the close proximity of the NEWT exams.

It looked to be a beautiful late spring day judging by the view of the window. Perhaps it would be a little easier to think after he had gone for a little walk.


"Wow, Hermione, I didn't think it was possible for someone to accumulate so much stuff in such a short space of time. James and I should have said no more often when you asked us to do a bit of shopping for you. It looks like we've spoiled you, and bought you far too much stuff."

Hermione gave a breathy laugh as she set a cardboard box down onto one of the wooden chairs that surrounded her new kitchen table.

"Ha ha, it definitely is your fault. I did not ask for at least half of this stuff, although I do appreciate the sentiment of a trick wand during the time I was lacking one, even if it was completely useless."

"You are very welcome, madam," replied James, giving a small bow. "We've got all the furniture and the boxes in; did you need any help unpacking anything before we head back to school?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I think I will be fine now, but thank you for all your help. I'll have to invite your around after your NEWTs are over as a congratulatory dinner. Sirius, you could bring Marlene, and James, you can bring Lily."

"What about Remus?" James could not help asking, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke.

"I suppose Remus could come along too," Hermione replied, her voice suddenly soft.

Sirius made a loud noise that sounded like he was clearing his throat.

"I'll, err, head outside for a minute... see if the daisies need watering," he said, stepping out of the room for a moment to give the pair some privacy.

Hermione turned her back to all of them, busying herself by restacking and opening a couple of boxes.

"Hermione?" James voice was as equally soft as what Hermione's had been a minute before, not wanting to disturb the stillness too much. Hermione chose not to respond.

"Hermione?" he asked again, his voice a little stronger this time as he moved to be closer to her.

"Yeah," she answered her voice a tad raspy.

"I asked Remus earlier today, and he didn't seem to want to tell me anything, but did something happen between you two that the rest of us don't know about? Are you and Remus okay?"

Hermione sighed, giving up all pretence that everything in her life was fine and dandy.

"To be honest with you, I have absolutely no idea what is happening with us. I told Remus that I knew about his being a werewolf..."

"You knew about that!" James exploded, eyebrows inching up towards his hairline.

"Yes, and I..."

"And you let me come up with all these lies about where Remus was every month?"

"Yes, but, I..."

"Wow, Hermione. I don't know whether or not to be disgusted that you would let me do that, or proud that you figured it out."

"Thank you, James. I'll take that as a compliment, now if you would just let me finish what I was saying."

James mumbled a quick sorry before falling silent so that Hermione could continue her explanation.

"Anyway, as I was saying... I told Remus that I knew about him being a werewolf, and he got upset that I hadn't shared my secret with him. He thought that it wasn't fair that you knew, and he didn't. I tried to explain that it all happened by chance, and that you were eavesdropping and all of that, but he wouldn't listen. I've betrayed him completely, and I feel really terrible for it."

Hermione felt James put his arms around her in a comforting hug. Suddenly feeling rather weak and vulnerable, she put her head into the crook of his neck, seeking the comfort that it would bring.

"Does he know about you being secret keeper?" Hermione raised her head so that she could speak to James once more.

"Yes, he knows," replied James after a protracted pause.

Hermione let her head drop into the palms of her hands, rubbing at her tired eyes with her fingers. Peering through the gaps between her fingers, she found her way over to a wooden crate, and sat herself on it. Her body felt overworked and exhausted, and her mind was spinning.

"James," she said, her voice making her sound as though she were close to tears. "What am I going to do?"

James moved to sit by her side, pulling her into a hug once more.

"He'll come round, Hermione. He usually does. You just have to give him some time to sort this out in his own way. In the meantime, remember that you are in a safe place, where no nasty death eaters will know you even exist."

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