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Hey everyone! ShyMoonlight here! XD This is my second Remus/Hermione story, hope you like it. BTW, read my other story staring this cute couple, "The Time on the Cinnamon Moon". Arigatou!

Description: Hermione had just witnessed the death of her two best friends on the last wizarding war and that leaves her traumatized, feeling alone and not a drop of happiness left in her. That is until someone who has suffer the very same thing as her comes and begins to get closer to her, as well as other surprises.. A story filled with romance and angst that your love.

Story: Fly Towards the Moon of Hope

Chapter 1: No Longer Caring

"HARRY…RON!"

She watched as her two best friends were hit by a green light and fell on the ground, lifeless…motionless…dead…

A piercing scream escaped her lips as she pulled on her own hair in act of complete and utter pain…she fell unceremoniously on her knees on the ground…besides other countless of dead bodies…on the battle field. She sobbed…she screamed…but nothing seamed to take the pain of loss away…

"Harry…Ron, don't die…just don't…die…please…" she sobbed desperately, punching the ground with great fierce…

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Hermione woke up, sweating and gasping for air…her heart was hurting again…just like it had done that day…that horrible day…She felt her heart, like if it was bleeding on the inside…pouring pure acid…

And all thanks to another nightmare…a nightmare she had passed through real life and know had to pass it through…every damn night!

She passed a hand through her still damp hair. A sigh escaped her lips…if only she could forget about that day…if only she could forget about that had happened and ended with lost ones…if only she could forget about death itself…

Their death had made a big and negative effect on her…she had change…she no longer smiled as often as she did…she no longer felt happiness…only miserable…

She sometimes wished that instead of Harry and Ron, she had died…and believe it, she had tried countless of time…but death, to her, did not give in so easily. Instead she was left with the scars in her wrist…the memories of longing for death…

She could remember the first time she had done it…the silver knife…the sudden fiery pain…the blood trickling on her wrist and into the floor…Of course, no one knew about her attempts…those were one of those dark secrets she usually kept to herself…

Taking a glance at the calendar she saw that today was the 1st of September…the first day to her final year at Hogwarts. She had debated with herself of why she should not go, but in the end she found herself buying her new schoolbooks…she knew that Ron and Harry would have wanted for her to finish school and fulfill her dreams…

With one last depressing sigh, she got up of bed to get ready for what appeared to be one agonizing year…

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Remus Lupin walked down the halls of the Hogwarts 9/3 train, trying to find a compartment for himself. Students were slowly recovering from the loss of the war…he saw it in their eyes. He knew many of them had lost loved ones…just like he had many years ago…but nevertheless they smiled, happy cause the wrath of Voldemort was long gone…thanks to his defeat…thanks to three brave adolescence…and only one had survived…

He sighed…there wasn't any compartment that was empty…all except one. A pale and skinny girl –no, a young woman- was sited all alone in this specific compartment. She was all dressed in black and with matching gloves covering part of her wrists. And even though he had not recognized her at first, he did…cause he only knew one girl who had wild brown curly hair…

"Can I sit here, Hermione?" he asked, as he slid open the compartment door.

She awoke from her thoughts and looked up to see him, smiling kindly at her. "Professor Lupin?" she murmured to herself, but as she saw him standing and waiting for her response, she nodded as a reply.

A small, insignificant smile appeared for only a momentarily time on her lips as he sat in front of her.

Hermione watched him only for a while, before turning back to look outside the window…watching the clouded sky…She wondered whether Lupin was here for the vacant DADA position?

Meanwhile, Remus observed Hermione…she appeared to be sick. But who could blame her, when she had just witnessed her best friends death only a couple of months ago. But still…there was something that bothered him deeply…and it was how the spark that once she held on her hazelnut eyes…no longer appeared to be there…only a shade of darkness…

They didn't speak for the rest of the trip…and so along silence fell upon them…

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Hermione whispered a small goodbye as she and Professor Lupin parted their ways, each heading to their respective tables.

She sat on her Gryiffindor table…noticing that the only ones missing were Harry, Ron and…Ginny. Apparently, Ginny was still in St.Mungo's due to a serious injury…in a desperate attempt, she had tried to save Harry from a spell, but she ended gravelly ill… and more when she found out about her brother and boyfriend death…

Dumbledore got up from the professors table to start his usual start of semester speech…and for the first time Hermione didn't cared…until he got to a still touchy part…

"…I hope you'll spend this year pleasantly as always, remembering those who have parted away from the living world. I deeply regret the deaths of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley…"

Hermione's hand bawled into a fist as she heard Dumbledore's speech…she still couldn't bear to hear Harry's nor Ron's name…

"…They died as heroes, protecting those who were weak, protecting everyone from the darkness of Lord Voldemort…"

Her fingers dugged on her flesh…she could feel blood on her hand. If only Dumbledore would stop talking.

"…I know all of you will never forgot these heroes your fellow classmates…"

Tears were threatening to spill…she gulped down the need to scream. "Please Dumbledore…stop" she thought pleadingly.

"…But nevertheless it is best to always remember the good times instead of the bad ones, because those are the memories we tend to hold dear to our hearts…"

A tiny sob escaped her lips, as tears began spreading all over her face. How could she make him stop? She didn't wanted to think of them…she didn't…it just hurt to much.

"…And so, a word of advice: Do not ever regret the death of a love one, because maybe that was what they were destined to do…"

Hermione stood up, making everyone to turn to look at her. Even Dumbledore, including the teachers, were taken quite a little by her sudden outburst…especially to see her looking so miserable yet mad.

The only one who actually noticed her tears was Remus Lupin…and he could understand the reason of them…he had passed the same thing as her…the depression…

She walked towards the exit of the Great Hall and then ran towards her common room. For the first time she didn't cared what they think of her…she didn't give a damn. For the first time she didn't cared about anything…

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Authors note: Well I hope you liked this chapter filled with angst…though not romance. But I assure you that in later chapter everything will change for Hermione as romance begins to bloom, giving her hope…NOW PLEASE REVIEW! XD BTW, in this story nothing that happens in book six appears. In other words, Dumbledore is alive, Remus isn't with Tonks and Voldemort is killed on their sixth year...