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?

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10. Chapter 9: Wendung Zum Guten

 

 

Chapter 9: Wendung Zum Guten

Turn For The Better

Hermione did not hear the heavy oak door slam back into the frame, and so she continued with the chores in her bedroom, humming softly to herself. She did not see the way in which Remus sat, slumped against the front door, battered and bruised as he attempted to catch his breath. Blood had congealed along the edges of the gash that was positioned just above his left eyebrow. He winced with every ragged breath he took in, one arm draped over his body as it clutched at the pain in his ribs, several bruises scattered across it.

"Mione..." he called out, voice feeble owing to the lack of air that was able to stay in his lungs. There was no response.

"Her-mione," he called out again, trying as hard as he could to amplify the volume of his voice so that he would be heard.

Finally hearing some kind of disturbance coming from the general vicinity of her lounge room, Hermione quickly put away the clothes which she was holding, before hurrying out to figure out the source of the noise.

Hermione had expected to see one or more of the Marauders, as they still continued to visit her quite regularly; however, she did not expect to find Remus curled up on the floor, looking as though he had just lost a particularly violent duel.

"Why are you so hurt?" she cried out when she saw him slumped against the door.

"S'nothin'," replied Remus, desperately trying not to wince as he shifted his body so that it appeared to be more upright. Apparently he did not do a very good job of it because the look of horror on Hermione's face only intensified.

"Where is your wand?" she demanded of him, holding her hand out, ready to accept the magical object.

With the hand that was not keeping his ribs together, he reached into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out the wand, before placing it in Hermione's outstretched hand.

"What're you going to be doing with it?" asked Remus, the analytical part of his brain dulled by pain, could not reason with Hermione's request.

"I'm going to try and mend your injuries as much as possible so that a) Poppy will not ask so many questions about them and b) you can actually get to the Hospital wing. What on Earth did you do to yourself?"

"Wasn't me," rasped Remus, face scrunching up in another wince as Hermione ran the tip of his wand along the cut above his eye.

"I really like," he continued speaking through the pain he felt, "that you are not one of those girls who screams and runs away at these kinds of things."

"You need to report whoever did it to you," replied Hermione in a tone of voice that suggested if Remus had any objections, he should keep them to himself.

"It's alright. I've had a lot worse."

"Worse?" repeated Hermione, her voice unusually high in surprise.

Choosing to remain silent for the remainder of the time which she worked, Hermione continued to move the wand in a series of complicated movements. Stepping back, she held her head slightly to the side, regarding her work.

"That's the best I can do, I'm afraid," she told Remus, who she noticed was now grimacing less and sitting up straighter, although still leaning against the back of the door.

"You're still a little bruised, and I don't know how to repair bones without Skele-grow. I am almost certain your ribs are broke, just by the amount of pain you seem to be in."

"Thanks," replied Remus, his voice a fraction stronger than what I had been several minutes ago. "Can I rest here for a few minutes before I go and see Madam Pomfrey?"

"Sure," replied Hermione, "but only if you tell me who did this to you. I get the impression that this is not the first time this has happened, and you are not going to sort the situation out anytime soon. I would like to know who this vile person is so that I can go and sort them out myself!"

"No!" said Remus sharply. "You'll only make the situation worse for everyone."

"How will I make the situation worse?" asked Hermione, watching Remus carefully as he hobbled over to lie down on the sofa.

"He's a Slytherin," said Remus once he had succeeded in making himself comfortable.

"What has he being a Slytherin got to do with anything?" asked Hermione, perplexed. "If anything, that only adds to the list of reasons why I don't like him."

"He also comes from Death Eater parents," said Remus simply.

"Death Eaters... they are You-Know-Who's followers, correct?"

"Correct," replied Remus, shifting himself so that he was completely reclined in the chair.

"What is his name?" asked Hermione, her tone slightly less aggressive than what it had been previously.

"Conrad. Conrad Rowle."

This name tingled something in Hermione's brain. Something stirred in her memory, but she could not place where she knew the name from.

"He has an older brother," continued Remus, "but he has already left Hogwarts. Now there is just him and his younger brother. Conrad is in seventh year with us, and his brother, Christoffer is in sixth year."

Still, the name continued to worm into and embed itself into Hermione's brain. It was driving her insane. Why couldn't she figure out why the names were so familiar?

Putting these thoughts aside, she shuffled herself over to where Remus was lying down. Hermione ran her hand along his forehead, gently moving his light brown hair out of the way so that she could see the pale pink line that remained above his eyebrow from where she had healed his cut. Brushing her fingers along this line, Hermione felt Remus flinch under her touch and move away slightly.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, afraid that she had caused him pain.

"No," replied Remus, his voice low. "It just feels...funny."

Hermione could not help but stare at Remus after he had said this. Was it possible that he felt the same surge of electricity when even the smallest particles of skin brushed up against one another? Did he often get an excited feeling when Hermione was mentioned in conversation, as Hermione frequently did about him? Most importantly, did he think about her when she wasn't there? Did he think of her potentially as more than just a friend?

All thoughts of how inappropriate it was to dabble with the past, and the people involved in it, were removed from Hermione's mind. With the new thoughts of Remus in the front of her mind, Hermione leaned forward slightly and placed a gentle but deliberate kiss to the smooth, pink line above his eyebrow. She pulled back instantly, waiting for his reaction.

Remus' eyes fluttered closed very briefly at this small act of intimacy, before snapping open again, looking up at Hermione with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm sorry that this happened to you Remus," she said, endeavouring to keep her voice low and calm despite the rapid beat her heart was hammering out against her chest wall.

Keeping her hands near Remus' face, her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, adamant on brushing his fringe from his eyes. When Remus did not offer any protest to this, her hand continued to stroke down his face, all the way to his lips. Outlining the edges, Hermione tried to commit this moment to memory, feeling as though it could be taken from her in an instant; after all, it would not be the first time that her memory was locked away, out of reach from even its owner.

Remus' eyes remained shut tight, and Hermione could feel his hot breath mingle with her own as she leaned forward capturing his lips in hers. For what seemed the longest second, Hermione could not feel his response, and internally panicking, she wondered whether or not she had done the wrong thing; however, he soon began to move his lips in sync with hers.

She felt his hand reach up and grasp the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Swiping his tongue against her bottom lip, she granted him entry as he deepened the kiss. Neither of them heard the door click open behind them as Hermione reached out to caress Remus' cheek.

"What the hell is going on here?"

James' voice rang out clearly in the room, cutting through any romantic feelings that may have been present.

Remus' and Hermione broke apart, eyes opened wide in shock as they turned to face James. Hermione didn't know what to be more anxious about: the fact that she had finally acted on the feelings she had had towards Remus from the moment she had first laid eyes on him; or the fact that James had caught them acting on these feelings.

Leaving Remus to right himself from the slightly undignified position that he was currently in, Hermione stood to face James' slightly thunderous-looking expression.

"How long has this been going on for?" he demanded of them, as he clenched and unclenched the fingers on each of his hands, arms ramrod-straight by his sides.

Remus was now sitting upright, although wincing slightly he opened his mouth to speak however he was cut off by James yet again.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voiced suddenly kinder and full of concern as he noticed Remus' grimace of pain for the first time. "It wasn't Him, was it?"

Remus could only nod. Apparently his kiss with Hermione served as some kind of analgesia, and now that it was over he could hardly speak due to the pain in his ribs.

"Do you want me to help you get to the Hospital Wing?"

Remus nodded again. Clearly he was glad to have not only a diversion from the awkward situation, but also some kind of relief from his injuries.

Ignoring Hermione, James strode over to where his friend was sitting. Standing on the less injured side, he put Remus' arm over his shoulder, and helped his friend to the door. They disappeared behind it as quickly as possible, leaving large gaps in Hermione's brain where reason and logic usually resided.

Did Remus perhaps reciprocate her feelings; and what made James react so powerfully? He had always stuck up for her and been her friend, no matter what happened. What had suddenly changed his opinion of her?

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