AN: So I really like the idea of a Remione Fanfic. To be honest I think they would be very good together. I always have. And personally I love Remus. He is such a wonderful man who didn't deserve to be turned at such a young age. He deserves a love story that will do him justice. Not that there was anything wrong with Tonks, I love her character but I think it might be interesting to pair her with someone else. Actually don't be surprised if everyone is with someone else you wouldn't expect. It makes things much more interesting/entertaining. So I've been thinking about making a Smallville Fanfic, if you like the idea please PM me or tell me in a review. Now on a side note: Hermione and Remus will not be doing anything romantic until Hermione is of age. I personally think it would be wrong for an older man to date a fourteen year old. Right now he has the instinct to care and protect her but he won't do anything beyond that. He hates himself too much to hurt Hermione like that and wants her to have a normal life. I would like to say one more thing: I do NOT condone student/teacher relationships ever. That's why they wont do a thing till Hermione is of age and Remus is no longer her teacher. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Remus POV

I slowly walked towards the train with my trunk in one hand and my wand in the other. It was better to get on the train before all the other students came. I yawned and rubbed at my eyes as I made my way up the steps. My muscles were absolutely screaming at me but I trudged on. Two nights ago had been the full moon. Since Severus had made me some Wolfsbane potion on Albus' orders it was much easier to get back into the swing of things. But it was still difficult and I was tired.

I wandered to the back of the train where the last compartment was. This compartment was the one I had used with my best friends when I was younger. I swallowed thickly and threw open the compartment door with more force than I had meant to.

Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. My ex-best friend who had outed James and Lily and killed twelve Muggles and a wizard. The wizard had been one of my other best friends, Peter Pettigrew. Poor Peter probably hadn't known what was coming, Sirius was very good at dueling, always had been.

I sighed and shoved my suitcase on the rack then sat down next to the window. The students wouldn't be showing up for another hour. I yawned widely and rubbed at my eyes. It wouldn't take much to fall asleep, so I balled up my coat and shoved it next to the window to use it as a pillow.

I was in and out of sleep for the next couple of hours. Some students had decided to sit with me, not surprising since it was almost always hard to find a spot. But it was a woman's voice that kept pulling me out of sleep. It was soft and sweet. Something about it warmed me up.

"But Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it?" The woman said eagerly. I could hear the smile in her voice. "In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack's supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain-"

A boy cut her off talking about sweets. They talked about lots of things making it easier to fell into a somewhat deeper sleep. And then something happened that made me almost completely wake up. Three dark voices were threatening my Mate!

My heart stuttered in my chest and I snorted almost waking up. No. I didn't have a mate. I was very much alone and had realized a long time ago that I always would be. Some werewolves found their mates but to be perfectly honest I don't think I had one. Which was perfectly fine. The last thing I needed was to have the almost-compulsory feeling of needing to protect her at all times from the moment I touched her. And the wolf. I shook my head. The wolf would want to be near her and protect her from any potential threats. No I didn't have a mate and I never would.

The train suddenly started to slow down then stopped sharply. I woke up at the same moment the lights flickered out. Bloody hell! What could possibly be going on now?

"Ouch!" The woman gasped, "Ron, that was my foot!"

"D'you think we've broken down?" One boy asked.

"Dunno..." My heart stuttered and my eyes widened. James?

The boy who was across from me suddenly wiped off the glass that had fogged over.

"There's something moving out there," The first boy said. "I think people are coming aboard..."

The compartment door suddenly opened and there were two grunts of pain. "Sorry – d'you know what's going on? – Ouch – sorry."

My mind was still foggy with sleep. I felt completely out of it. Why did I feel so out of it?

"Hullo, Neville," that voice that sounded like James said. Bloody hell was I with Harry and his friends?

"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?" Yes I was. What were the chances of that?

"No idea – sit down –" There was a loud hissing and a yelp of pain; Neville had tried to sit on what sounded like a very angry cat.

"I'm going to go and ask the driver what's going on," came the woman's voice. A soft skirt fluttered against my knee and I shuddered. A moment later the door slide open again, and then there was a thud and two loud squeals of pain. We really needed some light. Where had my wand ended up?

"Who's that?" Asked the woman. Was there another teacher here?

"Who's that?" A young girl asked.

"Ginny?" The woman asked surprised.

"Hermione?" Oooh pretty name. She must have been Muggle-born, whoever she was.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"I was looking for Ron –" Ginny said sounding close to tears.

"Come in and sit down –" Hermione said gesturing and accidentally hit my arm. "Oops sorry."

"Not here!" Said Harry hurriedly. "I'm here!"

"Ouch!" A squeaky voice yelped.

My body grew colder and I froze. This couldn't possibly be happening. Why would the dementors be here?

"Quiet!" I hissed finally gripping my wand in my hand. It had rolled under the chair. I pointed my wand at my hand and conjured some blue flames. All the students were staring at me but I didn't look at them, my eyes were on the door. It was coming closer I could sense it.

"Stay where you are," I said standing slowly. There was no way I was going to let that dementor near these kids! I had to stop it before it could get into the compartment.

The door started to slide open before I could reach it. My heart stuttered painfully and I tried to catch my breath. All I could feel was ice in my lungs...

The dementor glided into the room slowly. Suddenly the dementor turned to look around the room and stopped on Harry and drew in a large breath. Harry's body shuddered and crumpled to the floor. I stepped over him taking on the full force of dementor.

"None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go." The dementor didn't move. I closed my eyes and thought of the look on James and Lily's faces when they told me she was pregnant.

"Expecto Patronum." The non-corporeal patronus I preferred exploded from my wand and pushed the dementor out the door. I leaned forward and slammed the door and locked it.

A soft sob made me turn back to the students. It was the red-haired girl who had sobbed. The curly haired brunette wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her so she was leaning against her. The red-haired girl was shaking horribly against the brunette.

I walked over to my briefcase and flipped it open. The thing I wanted to the most was what I had placed on top. A large bar of chocolate. The lights flickered dully then came on in full force. I turned to start handing out pieces of chocolate and froze. All of the students in here were young. Very young.

The red-haired boy was kneeling next to Harry and so was the curly haired brunette. The red-haired girl was now curled against a chubby blond haired boy. My eyes widened in recognition, Neville Longbottom, he looked just like his mother.

"Harry! Harry! Are you all right?" The brunette asked lightly slapping his cheek.

"W-what?" Harry asked faintly, his face pale and clammy.

"Are you okay?" The red-haired boy asked nervously.

"Yeah," Harry said, looking quickly toward the door nervously. "What happened? Where's that – that thing? Who screamed?"

"No one screamed," the red-haired boy said nervously exchanging a look with the brunette.

"But I heard screaming –" Harry insisted his green eyes flashing. Dementor's made you relive your worst nightmares... I paled and swallowed thickly, Merlin he had heard Lily.

I snapped the chocolate into chunks and started passing it to the students. "Here eat it. It'll help."

"What was that thing?" The brunette asked standing shakily her face pale and her caramel colored eyes wide.

"A dementor," I said muttered. "One of the dementors of Azkaban."

I placed the last piece of chocolate into the brunette's hand and our fingers touched slightly. My eyes widened and my heart stuttered loudly in my chest. My Mate? Hermione Granger? Muggle-born? Thirteen... NO!

"Professor?" Hermione asked blinking in confusion. She didn't see the same flash of my life as I had of her's but she must have felt something. They always did.

"Eat," I repeated breathlessly. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me..."

I left the compartment as fast as I could my heart pounding loudly in my chest. How could my Mate be a thirteen year old when I was thirty-three years old. NO! I would not hurt her by getting close to her... but I could already feel the need to protect her running through my veins. Bloody hell this would be a long year.

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