Prologue

A clever witch knows when to stop weaving. She knows that the accidental spurs of consequence can indeed be a harsh reality. However what if the reality is far more harsh than any consequence could be? That is the lay of the land for Hermione Granger. She could not stand the idle feeling of helplessness as she stood by and was a part of the procession for the funeral. The dark clarity of seeing moving pictures of her dearest friends and loved ones in front of her.

There was a picture of Remus and Nymphadora smiling at each other and nodding at those paying respect in front of two beautiful coffins. Near by a baby was calling out and she knew him as Teddy. That was by far one of the hardest things she had to process today. She had just the day before went with the Weasley's as they laid Fred to rest. Harry crept up next to her and patted her shoulder as she wiped another tear away.

His voice was low, but sounded so clear over the mumbles and sobs of others. "This one is hard. We lost the last Marauder and that makes me feel farther away from Sirius than ever."

Hermione gazed over at him and then up at Remus again. "Harry, I can fix this." She whispered and Harry frowned.

"Hermione, no one, not even the brightest witch of her age, can bring anyone back from the dead."

It took her a moment before resolve took over and she softened. "I wish I could."

Pages upon pages later...

It felt like forever that she was sitting at the desk writing this time. She glanced at the clock and groaned; she had been working for well over sixteen hours again. Hermione Granger was smart, but she felt stupid as her stomach yelled for substance. Three in the morning and she shook her head as she made herself some toast to curb her hunger.

Completely exhausted body and mind, she finished her meager meal and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. Her apartment was isolated and for the most part was not very lived in. She worked, slept, ate and worked more. No one saw her except for the dinners she went to for her friends' sake. Ron made a huge turn around after mourning his brother and started to work at the shop. He met a lovely witch who was from Ireland and thought he was the cutest twit most days.

Harry married Ginny after their mourning period and Ginny was due to bring forth the first child of the next generation soon. Hermione still talked to Ginny via owls everyday and caught her up on all the family stuff. Molly sent Hermione care packages because she knew her parents would never recover their memories. So all in all, Hermione was the basic shut in of the wizarding world.

Years sifted by her and she felt their weight when she was alone in bed at night, but her work gave her hope. Her dreams were her companions and that was enough for her as she rested her eyes in the dark and silent hours of the morning. Her determination was what kept her going when all else failed. she would look at the pictures of all those she missed dearly and they would give her relief.

"I can still fix this."She whispered to them smiling and waving.

Hermione woke with a start and felt her heart beating out of her chest. Something was different about her room and it made her jump from her bed. This room was so familiar but so different at the same time. There was something so subtly different, but her conscious mind couldn't pick up on it.

There was a rapping at her window and she saw and owl. Calming herself and second guessing her intuition, she went to retrieve the letter. The writing; who's hand writing is that? She inquired as she dug through her memories trying to see if she was late for a meeting or a lunch.

"Who would be writing..." She whispered to herself as she decended her stairs to go make tea.

Crookshanks appeared and mewed at her as she was putting the kettle on. "How are you doing, big baby?" She doted on the cat and poured him a spot of cream. "There you go, handsome."

She left the letter on the counter as she dug around for something to eat with her tea. She had just settled on some coffee cake Molly had sent when there was a knock at the door. Hermione knew she was not expecting anyone and knitted her brows together roughly as she tugged her house robe closer to her.

"Who is it?" she called through the door as she reached it.

"Who the bloody hell do you think it is, the milk man?" Growled a man on the other side.

Hermione was positive that she knew the voice from somewhere but was not sure. "I have my wand, so don't try anything." She warned before unlocking the door.

"Have you gone completely insane?" Fred Weasley growled as she saw him on the other side of the door.

She almost fainted on looking at him and he rushed to grab her. "Bloody hell, Mione. What is going on?" He asked her and she shook her head, her mouth gaped.

"You were dead," she yelped.

Fred shook his head. "No..."

She nodded insistently. "You. Were. Dead. You died during the last battle!"

"Hermione Granger, what has gotten into you? I have been visiting you every week for eight years." He told her as he helped her to the kitchen table.

She shook her head again as he poured her tea. "Fred, you died. Remus, Tonks, you, Lavender... all of you perished."

Fred turned pale and frowned. "What ever joke you are trying to play on me, Mione, I don't like it. Did Sirius put you up to this? I know that he and Remus have been trying to help during your time of the month, but I am starting to panic."

Hermione almost dropped the cup when he handed it to her she was so stunned. "Remus? Sirius? They are alive?" She was now more excited than upset.

Fred didn't answer, but grabbed a piece of parchment from his pocket and jotted down something swiftly. He sent it with Hermione's owl and started cutting up the coffee cake.

"I need someone as smart as you to help me with this." Fred uttered and set the cake down on the table.

Hermione was a mixture of elated and completely confused. What did she do to alter time if that is what she did. Could this be another dream she hasn't awoken from? All of this was teeming in her head. Fred seemed more anxious the longer they sat in silence.

"Is Ginny still pregnant?" Hermione fished.

Fred smiled for the first time since he walked in. "Yes, she is due at the end of the month. Harry is already over the moon."

Hermione smiled and nodded. "Is Ron still dating that girl?"

Fred sighed and shrugged. "I guess you still harbor ill feelings toward Lavender? I thought you were over that."

Hermione raised both eyebrows in slight surprise. "Oh I am, I just am still a little fuzzy."

Fred kneeled down in front of her and searched her eyes a moment. "You are not the same woman I left in bed last night." He uttered and Hermione gasped.

"We- we- we sh-"

He grinned and let out a bellowing laugh. "Not for many years! I just like to take care of you. You have been through so much these last eight years."

Hermione was trying to figure out what in the bloody hell was going on. She felt lost on so many fronts and now she was a shut in without a purpose? Confusion wasn't even the proper word for it.

Her fireplace went off and she heard voices in her living room. Fred kissed her forehead and went in to greet whomever it was. She smelt the air and found out that there were new smells in her apartment. Two distinctive odors and one which sent her hairs on end.

"Hermione," a man whispered as he was entering the room.

She heard him and the tones in his voice were unmistakable; that was Remus Lupin. "Remus," she murmured and he entered, smiling.

"Hermione, are you feeling alright today?" He asked simply and she sighed.

"I don't know what is going on. Last I remember was working until my nails felt like they were falling off yesterday. I felt like I was so close at the rewrite spell I was working on. I went to bed and woke up to everything being different." She admitted to him and he sat down.

He poured himself a cup of tea before he continued. "Do you remember Ron's wedding?"

She shook her head and closed her eyes. "No."

Remus cleared his throat. "Do you remember me asking you to move in with Sirius and I? I asked you two weeks ago."

Again the young witch could only shake her head.

Remus frowned deeply and scratched his chin. "Do you remember me biting you?"

Hermione paled and shook her head. "Did you bite me during a full moon?"

It was Remus' turn to pale and bite the inside of his cheek. "Hermione, you don't remember saving my life do you?"

She shook her head and sighed. "No Remus, you died."

Remus half smiled and shook his head. "No, sweetie, you were there to stun me in the woods. I bit you when you startled me as I was hunting down Fenrir. You whipped your wand around and stunned me before getting away. I would have died that night if you did not save me from my blood lust."

"And I would have died if I didn't need to take care of your wound." Fred declared walking in with Sirius.

Hermione stood up completely stunned. She reached up at Sirius and touched his face. All of this was so overwhelming, but this was the bonus if this really was her spell. She never intended for it to work on Sirius, she was just hoping to bring those fallen at the battle of Hogwarts back.

"It is you!" she exclaimed as a tear ran down her cheek.

Sirius frowned and glanced at Remus. "Is she completely daff? I have been here the whole time."

Remus sighed and Hermione could smell his anxiety. "I think she was hit with a memory charm. She doesn't even remember she's... well she's like me."

Sirius frowned down at her and gazed at her closely. "You are my Mione, right?"

She blushed and realized they were in a close proximity. "I am not sure what is what right now."

"Alright, well. I feel like I should take responsibility for her and get her on her feet." Fred declared and Remus stood.

Remus' frame was more than a little intimidating when he applied it to a room. "No, I think not. If she has been hit with a memory charm, I think it would be best for her to be around another of her kind. She needs someone to help her and guide her, not an old flame." When Remus spat that last part you could see it in his face he was not expecting to be so venomous.

Fred nodded and sighed. "You are right. I will write to you, Mione." Fred uttered and kissed her forehead.

"I will look forward to it," she replied and he smiled at her before he left.

"I am not quite sure why he keeps coming to your apartment if you told him he was boring in bed." Sirius declared flatly.

Hermione frowned and blushed. "I said he was boring in bed?"

Sirius gave her a large crooked grin and nodded once. "Oh yes, you told me I was much better."

He turned to walk away and Hermione gasped. "I said what!"

Remus put a hand over his face and shook his head. "Let's pack her up and get her home before my son wakes up." Hermione felt like she had fallen down the rabbit hole and now the only way to go was farther in.