A Secret is Meant to be Kept

When Ron lashes out at Hermione and gets them into a sticky situation, Hermione transports herself back in time. But the Marauders Era was a bit farther than she expected. She must figure out how to reverse the spell, deal with falling in love all over again and fight against some of the most notorious Death Eaters, who are inside the castle's walls. Not as intruders, but as classmates.


25. Hurt You Here

I don’t know how it got there!  Please, please.  Please, somebody help!

“Hermione,” a raspy voice made out as the owner shook her awake.

“Please!” Hermione cried out, darting awake, holding her head as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.  Instinctively, she reached for her wand and had it pointed at the male’s neck who attempted to soothe her faster than he could put up a hand to stop her.

“It’s me, Hermione,” the familiar voice eased, slowly lowering her wand.  “Remus.”  Although Hermione was able to see him by the light of the moon and the crackling fire, her mind was still fuzzy and her body acted outside of what she wished it to.  She returned her wand back to its offensive position and told Remus to step back.

“I will …” Hermione screeched, shakily pointing her wand at Remus.  

“Hermione, you don’t want to do this … It’s me … Remus,” he said, holding his hands in the air as not to alarm her.  “Put the wand down, it’s okay …” he continued in his soothing tone.  Hermione began to shake even more, and Remus could tell she was coming back to her right state of mind.  “It’s okay … just put …” Hermione began to lower her wand, “The wand … down.”

“Remus,” the word fell from her mouth, quiet as a whisper.  “I’m …”

“Okay … you’re okay.  They won’t hurt you here,” he said, opening his arms as he slowly walked towards her.  Hermione sank to the ground, realizing what she had prepared to do just a few moments ago.

“Remus …”

“They can’t hurt you here,” he said, lowering himself to meet her, lifting her face to look at him.  “What are you afraid of?” he asked, peering into her eyes, looking for any hint of something out of the ordinary.  His curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had finally been pressed to confirm his suspicions.

“What comes next.”

“Can we control it?”

“You haven’t seen how it ends,” Hermione said, passing out into Remus’ arms, shaking furiously.


Hermione awoke again to the sound of rain beating against the windows of the Hospital Wing.  She grabbed her head as it pounded harder by the second.

“Good morning, dearie, it’s good to see you awake again,” Madam Pomfrey cheerily remarked as she tended to the other students in the wing.

“What happened?” Hermione asked, dazed.

“Mr. Lupin brought you to me after he noticed you had been shaking furiously all night.  Stress from exams and whatnot, I’m told.  I gave you a calming draught and off to bed you went!”

“I was awake when I arrived here?”

“Oh, it’s all the same to me, dear, you took the potion willingly.”

Hermione fell back into the bed, giving into what felt like an intense migraine.


“You’re awake,” Professor Dumbledore commented softly as the bushy-haired brunette sat up once again in the Hospital Wing bed.

“Professor!” Hermione said weakly, attempting to relay faux excitement.

“Your work has been brought to you in case you feel up to returning to your studies,” the man smiled.

“Thank you, sir.”

Professor Dumbledore put up a hand and shook his head.

“Thank Mr. Black, he collected all of your work as soon as he found out you were stuck here.  He just left a few minutes ago, actually.”

“Oh, well, I think I’m ready to return to class anyway,” Hermione said, struggling to get out of the bed.

“I think it best you hold on to this mental rest while you still can,” Dumbledore said slowly.

“I think it best that I return to class, so as not to miss anything else,” Hermione said calmly.

“Well, Miss Granger, if I cannot convince you, at least allow me to escort you,” he said, sticking an arm down for Hermione to grab onto.  “Poppy, I’ll be taking Miss Granger!”

“Yes, of course, Albus,” Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her head at the old man.  “Oh, my dear, don’t forget these!” she said, scrambling over to grab a handful of small vials.  “You may find these to be useful next time Mr. Lupin isn’t present,” she smiled at Hermione.  Hermione shook her head and stuffed the small bag of vials into the pocket of her robes.

The young witch accompanied the professor out of the Hospital Wing and walked in silence for a few moments.

“Professor, you really don’t have to -”

“Oh, no, Miss Granger, I believe we have some things to discuss.”


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