Reclaiming the Trio

disclaimer: nope, still don't own it. Just this storyline.

This story is brand-new, and I don't want to give too much away. I like a bit of suspense, and I think this story will satisfy all of us, don't you think? By the by, the completely unedited version of this story will be on adultfanfiction dot com (or net. . . I can never remember that). And that means all the sweaty bits your hearts desire (or other parts. . .)


Chapter 1: Waking From a Bad Dream

"D'you think she can hear us?"

"That's what Minerva said, but I'm not a medi-wizard. Now be quiet, I think she's stirring."

"Well, if she's waking up, maybe we should make more noise, you know, to get her to wak

"That has to be one of the more hare-brained schemes you've come up with recently."

"D'you have a better idea? Look, one of her eyes opened! 'Mione, wake up, girl. We're here to see you."

"Hush! She's coming into what muggles call 'REM sleep'. I think she's dreaming. Perhaps it's a nightmare."

"Then we owe it to her to wake her up. Hermione, can you wake up for me, please?" the voice wheedled, and Hermione forced first one and then the other eye open, scrubbing her hands over her somewhat battered face. The lights in the infirmary were bright for her, and she groaned, feeling the bruising on her face and poor body.

"That's our girl. We missed you. After the battle, we had to search for you. Don't do that again, alright?" the other voice said, pleased that she'd finally woken up.

"Yes, I promise. I missed you two so much. I had a nightmare that you'd died!" Hermione cried, reaching out to the owners of the voices.

The speakers shared a look. The taller one spoke first, rubbing a hand down his face, obviously agitated.


"Yes, Ron, I was afraid you'd died, along with Harry. And stop doing that -- you remind me too much of Remus when you do that. Anyways, I thought Ginny was hurt, but Draco was on our side, and we won, but you were gone. I was so afraid. Don't leave me again. OH! I need to get dressed, shoo! You especially, Ron," Hermione said, blushing. She noticed the look on the other male's face and laughed. "Don't give me that look, Harry. I swear, sometimes you and Sirius are too much alike.

She shoved the males away from her bed and threw the curtains closed after them. They shared a look and sighed.

Remus Lupin turned to Sirius Black.

"She doesn't know. She thinks we're Ron and Harry."

"At least you get to be her love interest."

"And she thinks Harry's turned into a horndog. Just like you."

"She doesn't like to be reminded of you, Moony."

"Shut up, Padfoot. We need to get to Minerva, see how to handle this."

Sirius thought for a moment, then shuddered as he turned to Remus once more, who was chuckling.

"Don't worry, Padfoot. Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys know you aren't Harry."

The smile sliding into a frown, Remus rubbed his hand down his face.

"Still, this is going to take some time to fix."