Hermione Remus Novels & Stories

Her hairs were open while some of her hairs which were cut were sticking out the dustbin. Eva had no expression on her face as she watche dDamon approach her. She looked like a corpse struggling to identify the people crying at her funeral. She looked pale, lacked blood and her hands were injected. Damon couldn't look at her. She looked weak. She was definitely not the woman Damon was impressed by. His heart was punching him and it ached him more. Tears dripped out from his eyes and crawled down through his cheecks finally falling on the floor.

Their room was across from mine and my mom had the same hearing skill as Lupin when he turned into a werewolf. Lupin. You are Tonks to my Lupin, Hermione to my Ron. Great. Now basically everything reminded me of Hunter.

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an