Hermione Granger studies harder than you. (her_my_nee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-02-03 10:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, remus lupin |
Who: Hermione Granger-Kirk and Remus Lupin
When: January 4
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Chatting
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Hermione was home, she’d just had a dream from her school years at Hogwarts, and she was feeling rather strange about the whole thing. Something in her just wasn’t settling down properly. She got out her phone and sent a text message to Professor Lupin. He was good to talk to in the Dreams, perhaps he was just as good to talk to here? She asked him to meet up with her at a local coffee shop a little later in the day so they could catch up. It must have been a very strange thing indeed, but there you have it.
So a few hours later she was sitting at the coffee shop, hoping that Professor Lupin would show up. And that he’d know who she was. At least, better than before. Maybe he’d dreamed about her? Hopefully?
When Remus got the text from Hermione, he responded right away, letting her know that he would meet up with her and at the designated time, he headed to the coffee shop to meet her. Remus had recently had his own upsetting dreams, but was doing his best to deal with them, but almost every time he closed his eyes he saw Sirius falling through the curtain after being hit by a spell from Bellatrix. Sirius’ cousin was lucky that she wasn’t in town anymore, because while Remus wasn’t normally a violent person, he just might go after the woman if she was there.
Reaching the coffee shop, Remus went inside, glancing around for Hermione. At first he looked for a fifteen year old girl then remembered that she was quite a bit older in real life as opposed to the dreams.
Hermione felt quite a bit older. It was only around half a decade, but it felt like more. Sometimes it felt like less, considering what her Dream self had been through. She was wise beyond her years at sixteen. She lifted her head and saw Remus, then raised her hand to wave him down. And very nearly called him Professor. She stopped herself at the last moment, though, swallowed and used his first name instead. “Remus? Hi. I would have ordered you a tea, but I wasn’t sure how you take it.”
Hermione had been wise beyond her years even at thirteen when he’d given her the Time Turner so she could get to all her classes during his time as a Professor at Hogwarts. He supposed he’d seen a little bit of himself in her, which was why he knew she wouldn’t take advantage of his trust. Spotting the now much older Hermione, Remus made his way over to her, smiling, “That’s quite alright. I’ll be right back.” Remus turned and headed towards the counter, ordered a tea then rejoined Hermione and took the seat across from her, “How are you, Miss. Granger?” She might be able to keep herself from calling him Professor, but he was just so used to calling her that in the dreams that it bled over too easily.
It was an honor that Professors Lupin and McGonagall thought so highly of her as to trust her with the Time Turner. It gave her a deep, profound respect for time and it's applications. She couldn't be more humbled by their respect for her.
"Okay." She waited patiently while he went and got his own tea, and gave him her full attention when he sat back down. "I'm... a bit disturbed by what I've been dreaming. It sounds as if you're almost caught up to where I am, though." She frowned a little. "You're... you've been to the Department Of Mysteries in your dreams?" That horrible, horrible night.
Remus nodded, “I have. I watched Sirius fall into the archway.” He couldn’t recall if he’d ever actually mentioned to her that him and Sirius were dating, but he’d talked about it openly on Valarnet, so it wasn’t exactly a secret, “Your dreams have progressed past that night?” He took a sip of his tea as he watched her.
“Oh, Remus. I’m so sorry.” She’d had her questions about the true nature of Remus and Sirius’ relationship in her dreams to start with, mostly when she woke and looked back on things. But for it to be confirmed in this world made her feel a bit vindicated. She reached over a hand to rest against his in a supportive way. “Um… yes. They have. I’m about a year past that night.”
While he and Sirius hadn’t been a couple in the dreams, he was still experiencing the events in the dreams as himself and in the waking world he and Sirius were very much a couple, so of course it hurt to watch him die even if he was alive and well in the waking world, “I just have to remind myself that when I’m awake we’re both fine.” He couldn’t imagine how much worse things got after that night, but if Voldemort was back then it could only get worse.
“Yes. You are.” Hermione didn’t want to mention that her life seemed to mirror her dream-life, and that made her a bit nervous. She was very studious, a little on the bossy side, with a thirst for adventure that she tried her best to keep under wraps. (Though, Jim brought it out in her.) The part about sending her parents off to Australia was true, too. It was bizarre. “As much as they don’t feel like it, they’re only dreams. I know that we cannot die from them. Even if items and things appear… they can’t kill us.” ...oh, if only Hermione knew the extent of what the dreams could do.
Remus nodded, “If only they didn’t change us as well,” He’d been an actual werewolf now for a few months and while the Wolfsbane potion made things a heck of a lot easier, it was still a nuisance to change once a month. To have to continuously keep track of the moon cycles so he took the potion at the right times and to make sure that he didn’t schedule any plans on the night of the Full Moon. “But you’re correct. They can’t kill us. We still have control over our own fates.” Ever since the dream at the Department of Mysteries, Remus had been telling himself that nothing was going to happen to Sirius just because of the outcome of the dream.
Hermione nodded. She felt terrible! She’d known what Remus was in the Dream World, and had assumed that something along those lines had started in this one, but she didn’t know the extent of it. She turned her eyes to the tea between her hands for a moment, then back up to him. “We control our own fate.” She repeated. “...Do you remember Dolores Umbridge? From the Ministry of Magic?”
“I do. I don’t think anyone can actually forget Umbridge.” Remus said, smirking slightly. He hadn’t dreamt much about that woman, but he knew who she was. It was strange how there had been some people who he had never actually met in his dreams, but he knew who they were simply because of their status in the dream world.
“She’s horrible. Absolutely horrible.” Hermione said, frowning deeply. “And she comes back into play later on.” She’d already dreamed a little bit about how she, Ron and Harry broke into the Ministry of Magic, and how she had Mad Eye Moody’s eye in her door. “I’ve got bits and pieces, but everything seems to be going in order now,” she added, thoughtfully. “I get a whole year at a time sometimes.”
“I don’t get quite that much at a time. I’ll get a few days or a few events at a time,” Remus took a sip of his tea, “Umbridge coming back can only mean trouble.” He couldn’t imagine what she could have done to make Hermione so upset, but if anyone could, it would have been her.
“I don’t know what I’d prefer. It feels like I’m getting answers to a lot of questions, though it also feels like I’m aging by years every time I have these Dreams.” Hermione said, leaning back in her chair. “I wish I knew how it all ends.”
“At least you haven’t had as many as I have.” Remus smirked and took another sip of his tea, “I believe I was five or six in the first one I had and in the most recent, I have to be at least thirty five.” Perhaps it was the fact that Remus was about the same age in the dreams as he was in real life that made them easier on him. He didn’t feel any older, but the mornings after the full moons, he did feel like he was about eighty.
“Mine started with Hogwarts. For a while I thought it was because of the school that I was having them. When they started going in order, that is. I think my first one was when--” She cut off. She remembered exactly what her first dream was. Splinching Ron. It was horrible. “...anyway, I’ve remembered all of my childhood from my experiences from the school. It’s so real--the Dream Me is just as real to me as I am to myself. If that makes any sense.”
Remus nodded, “It does. Sometimes I wake up and I’m not entirely sure whether this is real or if that’s real. I mean, I know...deep down...that this is real, but in that split second when I first wake up, it’s almost hard to tell the difference.” Turning into a werewolf because of the dreams was one thing, but Remus still didn’t fully understand how he’d wound up with the scars from Greyback’s attack on him when he was a child.
“I know what you mean.” Hermione said softly. “I have Jim here, though. Jim Kirk. My husband, my lover, he’s my anchor. When I wake up and think that Dementors are coming after me, or Umbridge is out to get me, I can feel him beside me in the bed, and I know where I am. I know who I am.”
“Exactly. I may be momentarily confused when I wake up some mornings, but then I look over and see Sirius sleeping beside me and know which world is the real one,” Remus smiled. He was glad that they both had someone who anchored them to the real world. These dreams could really mess with one’s head, especially in their case when the dreams caused them to inherit magical or supernatural abilities.
Hermione nodded, smiling warmly. “We should all go out sometime. The four of us. I think it’d be fun.” It was a little strange for her to feel like an adult, talking to Remus--who was her teacher--and about Sirius--who was Harry’s Godfather. Like she was one of their peers, which she absolutely didn’t feel like she was. But she was trying to not be the little girl in third year Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She was trying her best to be a grown woman.
Remus smiled and nodded, “I’d like that. And I’m sure Sirius wouldn’t mind talking to someone else from our dream world.” Sirius didn’t actively seek out people from their dreams the way Remus had over the last year, but he was sure that his boyfriend would feel a little more at ease about the dreams if he spoke to someone else who had the same ones. Someone else who had dealt with Voldemort and Death Eaters before.
“It’s great to be able to talk to others from our Dreams. I think I’d have gone a bit crazy if I hadn’t had a shoulder to lean on. An ear to cry to.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders once, gently. “Then it’s a plan. We’ll make plans as soon as you two know what your schedule’s like.”