A/N: Thank you so much for 41k and I apologise for taking so long. I've had a busy couple of weeks going back to college. Without further ado, enjoy the chapter!

He was already starting to regret coming.

Y/N and his father were standing outside the Granger household now. After soon being picked up by a taxi just twenty minutes prior. Having paid the toll and now waiting just beyond the streets of the northern London city, a suburb of Hampstead. It was a quiet neighborhood, not many people out, and hardly any cars passing by.

It was later in the evening, already about 17:50.

Just on time.

They stood in front of the house, between the green shrubbery of the front garden, that no doubt Mrs. Granger (Or Mr. Granger) kept busy with. Stepping onto the front step, Daniel had his hands in his pockets, much like Y/N as he followed him up to the door.

It had been a long time since Daniel L/N had ever been out to somebody's house for dinner. The exception being his own parents house, but it was clearly uncomfortable for the older male.

As for Y/N? He didn't mind that he was going out for dinner. What he did mind. Was the unbearable awkwardness of the dinner that was to follow with their presence. He just hoped it would go smoothly. But he had a feeling with his new found... appetite, that it might prove to be a slight problem, that, and the fact that he wasn't just eating for one. No, he had a homicidal wolf that wanted to eat more than just salad and green beans.

Fenrir had remarked that he needed more protein than Y/N was originally consuming. Which he hoped was suffice. It seemed eating more bacon and pork chops was beginning to actually affect him, so he wasn't sneaking out as much. Which Y/N had managed to quarrel. But, he dreaded what would happen once he got to Hogwarts. He just hoped whoever Dumbledore had in mind, could help him.

'I don't know why you're complaining. You get a free snack for absolutely nothing. You should be thankful!' Fenrir finally cut through the tensed air.

'Not when I can't fucking control it!'

Y/N could say he was finally used to having another person in his head. But, then he'd be lying. It was annoying, and quite frankly unnerving. He could feel what he feels, see what he sees and eat what he eats. And vice versa. God knows what else.

Sight, smell and hearing was a big thing obviously, having such an increase in senses. Yet it held its flaws. At times he wished he couldn't hear practically every scrunch and creak in the house, especially the smell.

He could smell a person very distinctly, even if he didn't know someone was nearby, he could still smell them. While useful, he still felt it slightly disgusting. Though, the sight was the only thing that didn't have it's disadvantages, that, or he hadn't yet to find any of late.

Speaking of sense of smell. He could already smell the food cooking from inside. They hadn't specified what they were having, but from what he could smell. It was going to be good. He sucked in a deep breath before turning to see his father, who was looking as if he was having second thoughts.

Seeing him hesitate (and the obvious dripping of sweet building up below his arms that Y/N entirely wished he couldn't smell) Y/N rolled his eyes and stepped up to the door, and knocked twice. Forgoing any fears of his own.

It didn't take long for them to answer. Mr. Granger was the one to bid them entrance as his face was seen through the glass of the door.

He opened it up and welcomed them. "Ah, you're here." The older man remarked cheerly. "Come in, come in." He stepped back and headed into the hallway.

The two L/Ns looked at each other for a few second. Staring each other down, and so Y/N raised an eyebrow up.

At that, Daniel nodded and concealed a curse as he was the first one to step inside.

Followed shortly by Y/N.

The warmth of the house immediately consumed him, both in heat and emotion.

From the hallway, he could already decipher what kind of household it was. The loving kind. The two males hung their jackets up on the railing hooks of the walls of the hallway, next to some familiar clothing that was neatly organised compared to that of their own house, which was only half as organised at best.

"Can we get you anything?" Mr. Granger asked them as they walked into the living room. To the right was the kitchen and further ahead at the end of the room was the staircase leading up.

"Oh. Water, please." Y/N said after noticing Mr. Granger's stare. He nodded and turned to Daniel, who requested the same. Declining the invitation for Alcohol, something about being off of it for a while.

Which Y/N found surprising.

You'd think a guy like him would be a fair drinker.

Mr. Granger left for the kitchen to get them their drinks. Shortly before Mrs. Granger popped into the room just as Daniel had sat down at the sofa. He immediately got back up.

"We're so glad to have you here." She said with a smile.

"We're glad to be here." Daniel gave a small smile in turn, putting on a brave face. While
Y/N was looking around the room.

There were photo frames that piqued his interests that he had to check out. Some were of Hermione's parents, and others were of Hermione much younger which she looked quite adorable. It caused Y/N to smile, for some unknown reason.

Speaking of Hermione. Y/N turned to face Mrs. Granger who had finished having a conversation with his father. As if picking up on his questioning look, she answered.

"She's up stairs." She said. "She should be down any minute." Mrs. Granger walked over to the staircase. "Hermione! They're here." She called up to her and made her back to the lone kitchen as Mr. Granger came back in with their water.

"Coming in a minute, mum!" Hermione's voice could be heard from where Y/N was. Sat in a sofa chair, with his hands pressed against his knees.

There was something in her voice that sounded very much like nervousness. Guess Y/N wasn't the only one feeling it. Though he had no idea why he was so nervous all of a sudden.

'Jesus, she sounds just as nervous as you feel.' Fenrir commented as he made himself appear next to him, though out of sight. "Not to mention she reeks of... anxiety."

'I'm not nervous...'

'...Yes you are. You can smell it too.'

He wasn't lying. Y/N could smell it from here. The sensation was strong enough to knock out an elephant. There was an unbearable out of anxiety blooming between the two of them. He didn't need to smell to know. It was as clear as day. Even a blind man could see it.

'Enough!'

Y/N got up from his seat and looked around the large living area again to distract the butterfly feeling in his stomach.

While Hermione was stalling (we all know that's what she's doing) Y/N searched the room, looking over more photos and even some ornaments that were out.

Before one thing stood out for him. With his eyesight, he managed to make out what it was almost instantly. It was something covered by a white sheet cloth. Parts of it were visible though and he immediately knew what it was. Interested, he made his way over to the rear end of the room, and carefully and gently moved the cloth back, failing to notice his father head into the kitchen with Mr. Granger. He finally pulled back the cloth all the way to reveal a pristine wood carved piano. White and black keys below, covered by dust.

Immediately Fenrir's interest was also increased as he spotted the musical machinery. Y/N glossed his finger's over the keys, enough force for a strum of sounds to produce. It brought a smile to him.

Fenrir did the same, standing beside him. But immediately something hit him, like a wave of nausea, he hissed and lifted his hand up to his forehead to stop it. But it was too late. He felt a rush of a memory through him, and he could see it so clearly too. He felt the mass of pain shoot through his head, causing him to shut his eyes. And before he knew it, he was somewhere else.

"Come on, try it." A girl's voice was heard. It rang through Fenrir's head like a bell. It caused him to hiss in pain. He shielded his eyes for a few seconds before the voice spoke again. "What are you, chicken?"

He opened his eyes to see the scene before him. It was a small room. Chairs and tables moved to the side and out of the way. In the middle was a beautiful black piano, Sat at the seat at the front of the keys were two figures. He couldn't quite make them out yet though.

Fenrir moved closer to get a better view, before another voice answered. It sounded the same, yet it was lower, and far hesitant. "I don't know." Why did it sound so familiar to him. Needing to know more, he moved forward. He looked around more, he recognised the place, it was a Hogwarts classroom. The more he started to see, and recognise, the more he didn't want to be here again. "I've never played a musical instrument before." The second said again.

The first voice scoffed. "I know that. It's why I'm trying to teach you. Come on. It'll be fine." He got closer and realized it was a girl's voice. Fenrir finally managed to make his way to the piano and found who was talking. It made him gasp quietly, sucking in a deep breath. He remembered this He still did.

The first girl was covered in Ravenclaw robes, black hair pulled into a ponytail. And an energetic smile crossing her features. Maria L/N. Next to her was a girl who was practically her twin. The same lock of black hair and dark brown eyes. It was himself. Of course like Y/N. Fenrir and the spirits would disguise themselves as their vessel to make things easier. And here he was, out in the open and revealing himself to her. He noticed from her look, it was their third year.

"I don't know about this..." The other Fenrir answered, her hand almost brushing against the piano keys.

Maria smiled gently, causing Fenrir to do the same. "Why don't I get us started then." She began to brush her finger against the key, electing a beautiful sound out of it, then the next, and then the other. Until she was in a full sync of the music. Before she began to sing.

I had a thought, dear

However scary

About that night

The bugs and the dirt

Her voice was calming. Soothing like nothing he had heard before. Even Y/N's voice couldn't compare, or so Fenrir thought. It seemed past Fenrir thought so too. "Your go." Maria stopped and let her friend prepare.

Fenrir remembered it well. This was the first time Maria taught Fenrir to play the piano, and to sing. She brought out the best of him.

The past Fenrir, the one that looked so identical to Maria. Blew out a breath of air, and rubbed her hands against the keys gently before, dipping her fingers to the correct ones, and bringing her lips to the microphone on top of the piano board.

Why were you digging?

What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me

From the earth?

She kept at it, her voice as cool and crisp as Maria's. It woke up something in Fenrir that day. And he would forever cherish it.

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

She stopped and looked at Maria as she smiled gently at her. Causing her to do the same.

All the while, real Fenrir was sitting down on a chair just a few feet away from them. Watching with glassy eyes. And a piece of his heart was slowly vanishing at the heartfelt sight. He wouldn't be able to experience any of it with her anymore...

The two others in the room giggled (as if tormenting him) and continued. Now in a joint sync version of the song. Each supporting their vocals.

I knew that look dear

Eyes always seeking

Was there in someone

That dug long ago

So I will not ask you

Why you were creeping

In some sad way I already know

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you and neither would you

Fenrir began to truly realise as he watched the scene play out. Just how depressing it was. And what he was experiencing. She made him feel alive. She made him matter, and feel like a real person. Something that someone had never done for him before.

Yet, she was gone.

And he had nothing to show for it.

Except how depressingly lonely it was without her. Without her beautiful eyes, her piercing smile that lit him up whenever he was in a room with her no matter how angry or sad he was. The one who took the time in the day to ask how he was, when she didn't have to. And now all that was gone because he wasn't strong enough.

As the lyrics continued, he began to feel tears sinking down his face, wet against his cheeks as he watched a memory of the only one who ever cared about him. And he couldn't even do the same now.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

I could not ask you where you came from

I could not ask you, neither could you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We could just kiss like real people do...

When the song was finished, he opened his eyes to see the two of them silent against the piano seat. Maria had an encouraging and proud smile on her face as if she had just won the lottery. While younger Fenrir had a look of shock and joy against her face. "You did it." Maria said, her smile turning to a grin.

Fenrir got up from his seat, as he noticed the wall start to change, and the room turned grey. It was time to go. He walked up to her from behind(they couldn't hear, nor see him) and placed his hand atop her smaller shoulder. And smiled sadly. "No," He shook his head, before wiping away the tears from his eyes with his other hand. "We did..." And before he could even lift his hand, the room vanished and Fenrir was brought back to the present.

But back in the memory, Maria felt a lightness against her shoulder, and touched it back, before smiling gently and turning to the Fenrir sat beside her. "We did it..."

"Y/N?" The sudden voice startled him. So much that he yelped and broke away from the piano. Fenrir himself did too, shrinking away back into the head of Y/N. Leaving him to deal with the second person in the room.

"Hermione." Y/N said, turned around to face her, and suddenly lost the ability to breath.

She was stunning looking. 'Has she always been that cute looking?' Her hair was done nicely, perhaps too nicely for a simple dinner. And her clothing, it reminded him of the sun dress she had worn more than a month ago.

Except what she was wearing was more... profound?

It was a short sleeve, ocean blue blouse, followed with a pair of light jeans. Though casual, he thought it might be a bit too casual. Though he wouldn't judge. He thought she looked lovely. 'Again, has she always looked so... so... what's the word?'

'I believe the word you're looking for is... beautiful?'

'Yes that's the one, oh wait, she's staring... Oh wait, I'm staring?'

"Y/N, are you okay?" Hermione asked him as she got closer. A lot closer. She noticed he was staring for a bit, and had yet to say anything more. Which kinda made her nervous. But still she couldn't help but get a little closer to him.

'Oh this isn't helping.'

Suddenly remembering he needed oxygen, he breathed in. And finally managed to compose himself. "What? Oh? Yeah, I'm good." Y/N nodded, looking her up and down, causing the girl to blush, and shy away at the attention. "You look... nice." He complimented.

'Jeez, it's a wonder you don't have every girl in England trying to crawl at your feet with words like that.'

'Shut up.'

"T- thank you." Hermione smiled sheepishly, turning back to actually face him. It seemed even the most shortest and lamest of compliments were still enough to sway her.

'Well, I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong.' Fenrir admitted, watching the two interact, all while wearing a frown. This would be harder than he originally thought possible.

Before the two of them could continue. Mrs. Granger felt it best to interrupt them, to which Y/N was more than fine with. "Dinner's ready!" And so they followed in. It didn't take them long to get situated at the table. Y/N and Daniel sat side by side. While Hermione and her mother were in the seats opposite of them. And Mr. Granger on Daniel's right at the head table.

The five of them ate away at the delicious meal, Mr and Mrs Granger had prepared for them, and it was far tastier than he had imagined. All while having bits of conversations throughout the dinner. One conversation Mr. Granger had started, definitely interested Y/N.

"So, Y/N." Mr. Granger began, taking a sip from his drink. "Hermione's told us you're on the Quidditch Team?" He asked, as Y/N settled his knife and fork back on the table.

"Yes." Y/N answered, looking away slightly out of embarrassment. He wasn't usually shy, or embarrassed. But whenever someone brought up his hobbies, or achievements. It made him feel fuzzy. Humbled even, and a slight sense of pride. "I made it in as a Chaser."

"A Chaser?" Now it was Mrs. Granger who was asking. "What does a Chaser do?"

So Y/N began to discuss to them the rules of Quidditch and what the players represented, and finally what he did in the game. While Hermione was watching him with intent eyes, she already knowing about Quidditch, but the curious look in her eyes proved she was interested in what he was saying.

"So the Chasers are in charge of guiding the Quaffle to the goals, while the keepers have to defend those said goals." Y/N was well into discussing it with Mr. Granger, who kindly asked him to refer to him as Wendel, saying that Mr makes him sound old. The two were deep in the talk, as Mrs. Granger (Monica) and Daniel spoke. Meanwhile, Hermione was watching Y/N talk with her father, and honestly she didn't know what to think. She was happy he was enjoying himself, that much clear from the grin on his face. "And each team has to score as many points as possible, though it doesn't determine who wins and who loses."

"What does then?" Wendel asked the boy, his lips curling up into a smile. The man hadn't known much about Quidditch but Y/N was more than willing to explain it to him. It made Hermione overjoyed to see them enjoying it. Especially Y/N.

At one point he would direct the story to Hermione, and smile at her. Which only served to make her stomach churn with butterflies. Much to her confusion. 'Did he feel it too?' She thought to herself.

Y/N explained to the man that it was the Seeker who determined which team wins (luckily they had Harry on their team) and how they needed to acquire the golden snitch throughout the match. Without it, they would either be put in a draw, or if the other team got it. They would lose to them.

After the two finished. Monica decided to butt herself into the conversation. "Hermione told us you play a musical instrument?" She said with a smile. It only caused Y/N to rub at the back at his neck.

"A guitar, mum." Hermione pointed out to her. And with a playful roll of her eyes, grinning. "He's quite good at it."

'It seems neither of you know how to show greater compliments. I'm out.'

Y/N chuckled nervously. "Yes. Honestly, though. I'm not THAT good as Hermione says."

"He's being modest." Hermione assured them with an encouraging smile to the others. Who wore curious looks.

"I'm really not." Y/N muttered to her. To which Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. So Y/N changed his attitude right away. "But I am getting better. I'm even..." He trailed off. Thinking as if he should say it. But Hermione smiled encouragingly at him to continue. So he did. "I'm going to try and publish my work."

At the sudden announcement. Daniel choked back on the water he was sipping. Coughing, and clearing his throat. He looked at him with a... hurt, betrayed look? "You never told me that?"

This time Y/N rolled his eyes. "No I didn't. Because I knew how'd you react."

"How would I react?" Daniel asked as he crossed his arms, over and narrowed his eyes at his son. While the others looked out of place. Like they were intruding on a private conversation.

"Like that." Y/N shook his head, and dug back into his food. Causing the others to do so. As Daniel frowned, but said nothing more. And the dinner resumed into a silent display. Not enough to be awkward, but definitely enough to see that there was a slight tension.

As Y/N finished his food. He found himself rather thirsty, even dehydrated. He grabbed his glass and drank whatever remained. Yet still he felt his neck begin to heat up, and his forehead to start sweeting. He rubbed at his forehead to wipe away, but felt himself get worse. Hermione noticed this.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Hermione asked, and immediately the whole table turned to him.

Daniel looked at his son with wide eyes. The boy was sweating more than he had ever seen him. 'What...?'

"Huh? Oh." He noticed what they were looking at in concern, himself. "I'm fine." He chuckled nervously. He was really starting to heat up. "Um, could I use your bathroom?" He asked his hosts, and Wendel nodded.

"Up stairs, and first door on the left."

"Thanks." Y/N said almost immediately and got out of his seat, and left for the bathroom.

Daniel watched as he left. 'No don't leave me here alone... and he's gone.' The three others turned to him with a curious look, and Hermione full of concern. 'Great. What am I supposed to say. Now he's gone.' He placed on a fake smile, and chuckled nervously. "Did I ever tell you about the time Y/N hurt himself falling from the roof of our house?' He said in a false cheery tone.

Hermione face palmed, as her parents listened to the man's story with curiosity.

--

Y/N washed himself, throwing water into his face from the bathroom sink. A couple of times before felt refreshed, and cooled down. He had no idea what brought that down. Shaking his head, he looked into the mirror. His dark brown eyes were glistening, yet they were slightly dilated. He sighed, before drying himself with a towel.

Before leaving the room, a voice called out to him. One that had him cursing under his breath. Hermione.

"In here."

Hermione soon found him as she opened the door slowly, to make sure it was safe. Privacy and all.

Y/N finished drying his face and hands. And placed the towel back on the rack before turning around to face her. Again, the same look of concern was in her eyes. Was it normal for someone to be so concerned for you this much? He didn't know. He found it to be annoying sometimes, to have someone totally dot over you. But at the same time it melted his heart.

"You alright?" Again that voice. She kept asking if he was alright all the time. Was he alright? Not really. Could he tell her why? No. Could he tell her he's not alright. Not a chance. At least not yet. Until he fixed everything. Yet there was something in the back of his head that said 'Go for it.' But then another would say 'No! Don't let her deal with your mess.' And that one was the loudest of voices.

After realising he hadn't said anything, and was silent. He nodded. "Really, I'm fine, Hermione." It was never 'Mione, or Hermosa anymore. It was Hermione. Just Hermione.

'What the hell is happening to me?'

"You just seem... different." Hermione said, eying him closely.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, genuinely confused.

"You don't seem to be answering my letters as much." She pointed out. Okay, that was fair. He had been slow on the returns, but that's because he was busy... or perhaps an excuse. "And you seem... out of it. Like you're spacing out at times." Like daydreaming, he assumed. Yeah that was happening more and more.

Hermione lifted her head up to meet his full gace, causing Y/N to turn away, to look at his feet. Hermione frowned slightly, before softening her eyes, and reaching out with her hand. Slowly at first, that he didn't even notice. But he felt it, the warm contact against his chin. It made him freeze, and tensed, and Hermione noticed that.

She lifted his chin up, causing him to finally lay his eyes on her. "I just worry." She said in a whisper. And oh, that voice, it was sweet, like honey, and it unraveled him into it. So much that he couldn't look away. For a moment they couldn't move, they felt weighted to the floor. Neither one did anything. At all. But Y/N felt his heart rate rise considerably, and Hermione's too. He could hear it. Looks like the hearing was good for something.

Hermione made a move, as if to move closer to him. As if her shallow breath close to him wasn't enough? But before she could, Y/N pulled away. And cleared his throat. Before looking back at Hermione, who seemed flustered, and had taken a few steps back. "I know you worry." Y/N told her, and he gave a small smile. Enough for her to do the same, and her smile. It lit him like nothing else. "I worry too." He admitted to her in a whisper. "But it's something I have to deal with." He basically admitted there was something going on with him, Hermione knew that. She just didn't know what.

"Are you..." Hermione gulped. "Are you in danger?" She asked, and her eys widened and more concern began to show, and it slowly chipped away at Y/N's heart. For how she cared so much for him.

"No," Y/N said in a whisper, Before rising his voice to his normal one. "No, no. I'm not in danger." But you are.' A small voice in the back of his head said to her. She wouldn't be in danger. Not if Y/N had anything to say about it.

"Why can't you tell me what it is that's weighing you down" Hermoone asked a question he wished he could answer. He too, wondered why. But deep inside, he knew why. He just couldn't say it. "Don't you trust me." A sliver of doubt made it's way to her heart, and she felt like wrapping her arms around herself, and she did.

The scene almost broke him. He wanted to shout. Scream. That it wasn't true. "No." He said far too quickly. "I do trust you." And he saw Hermione breathe a sigh of relief.
Yet her hands remained locked around herself. "I trust you more than anyone else in my life." He confessed, and it made Hermione take in a sharp exhale, before releasing. The fact that he had said that, made her breathe easier. She knew it was something he had to work out. But it still hurt a little bit. To see him go alone.

'It's myself I don't trust.' Y/N almost told her. But kept it in at the last second. Sighing and breathing in. He smiled at her again. This time sadder than the happier ones. "I'll be fine, hermosa. " He finally said it. And Hermione managed to unwrap her hands from herself, and showed her own smile. Itself smaller than Y/N's, yet not any less true. "When I'm ready to tell you. I will." He promised.

"Okay." Hermione whispered in a small flat tone. "I trust you..." Y/N's smile widened, and so did hers.

And for minutes, they remained silent again. Words lost to them. Just as Y/N was about to speak again. Hermione beat him to it. "Just, promise me you'll be careful?" Could he promise that? He would try his best.

"I'll try my best to fulfil that promise, 'Mione." He said.

Expecting her to frown, and scold at his answer. He closed his eyes, and waited. But it never came. What did come was the soft and delicate hugging embrace that consumed him. Hermione's hair overlapping his neck, as she placed her head against his chest, enough to hear his rapid heart beating.

Y/N breathed in slowly (as if he did anything else then he would fall down) and placed his chin above her head, resting it there. It felt right. To be in that way, covered in love and caring. But Y/N knew it just wouldn't last. It couldn't be. But, as if not caring that they might crumble down one day, he stayed put. Inhaling the beautiful tranquil feeling surrounding them, before it was time to return to reality.

To the cold crushing reality of the wizarding world that threatened to swallow him whole. Looking to the mirror of the room, overlooking Hermione's tumble of hair. He watched himself in the mirror, as he stared back at himself. His eyes flickered, they glistered and for a moment, he watched them turn amber for a split second. Enough for him to pull away gently, and to forget the joy he felt in the arms of his closest friend.

She didn't seem to find it suspicious, That he pulled away moments after. But she did for a moment showed a look of displeasure, from being removed from his arms. Which he found weird, but said nothing.

"We better get going." Hermione said, realising how intimate they had practically been acting in such a small confinement. And the fact that her face was heating up red like a tomato. While Y/N looked out of breath, as if he had run a long marathon.

"Yeah." Y/N nodded, catching his breath. The two of them walked out and left the room. For some reason, they felt some raging adrenaline, and boldness, like they had done something they shouldn't have. When really, they only hugged, longer than any friends would hug... Hermione was the first to go back down and into the dining/kitchen room. Then Y/N.

As Y/N left the hallway and down the stairs. The penetrating amber eyes of Fenrir watched him go. A frown across his features. That hadn't gone the way he expected, quite the opposite. If he didn't know any better, he would say they were now even closer than apart. But he could sense the anxiety in the back of Y/N's mind that still plagued his mind, and Fenrir would use that to his advantage.

He wouldn't let Y/N be destroyed like Maria. All because he was smitten with a girl. Just like Maria had been with Daniel. No. He wouldn't let harm befell on his vessel again. He would spare them the pain, and everything would work out. And just then, he would entact his vengeance against the evil. The evil lurking in the shadows, waiting for his loyal minions to rise him from the grave once and for all.

'This is gonna be harder than I thought.... Again.'

--

The evening went by like a blur. Having come back down, the table tensions had dropped considerable, but Daniel still seemed edgy in his seat. They had finished dinner and moved onto the desert. Which Hermione got to tease him about over the weeks before.

"Hermione told me you like ice-cream?" Mrs. Granger said as she brought out a dish and placed it on the table. Removing the lid to reveal a big ice-cream sundae for them all to share.

"I may have mentioned it to her before, once." Y/N mumbled as he eyed the delicious treat.

"Once?" Hermione teased with a grin. Causing Y/N to groan.

"Okay, maybe a few times."

"You should have seen him." Hermione chuckled lightly, to which Y/N narrowed his eyes with a playful glare.

"Well..." Y/N began as Mrs. Granger began dishing it out for everyone.

"So that is a 'yes?'" Mrs. Granger asked him with a grin of her own, that very much matched her daughter's.

Y/N schooled his features, and grinned madly. "Oh, you have no idea."

Daniel, who was sitting next to him, sighed and face palmed. "Oh no, here we go..." Causing the Grangers to giggle.

After finishing the desert, and continuing their conversations. They decided it was time to leave. And both Hermione and Y/N felt saddened by it, but they sucked it in, and huffed.

"It was a pleasure having you here." Mr. Granger said as gave a hand shake to Daniel who was finished putting his jacket on. Only for his wife to also come into the conversation.

"You're welcome back anytime."

"Thank you." Daniel said, shaking the man's hand awkwardly, and giving them a short smile. "We'd be more than happy to come again." He lowered his voice and looked at Y/N while talking with Hermione. "I'm sure he would too." And the three chuckled. And he would. The two L/N's loved it. But it also sent them into a slightly melancholy state. That's what they should have. A loving family, and time for them. But they couldn't no matter how hard they tried. He looked back at Y/N, and smiled. Before saying goodbye to the other adults and stepping out to flag down a taxi.

Meanwhile Y/N was busy talking with Hermione. "So you'll be meeting us at Diagon Alley then?" She asked, almost nervous at the fact that she wanted him there. While Y/N slipped on a jacket of his.

"Yeah," Y/N nodded. "I wouldn't miss seeing the rest of the Golden Quartet." Himself cringing at the name.

It seemed Hermione felt the same. "We really need a better name." She laughed, and Y/N joined in too.

"Wonderful Four? The A Team? What was it Snape called us? Oh, 'The Dream Team.'" He mocked in a heavily, crap Snape impression. Which only served to make Hermione giggle even more.

"I'm sure we'll figure one out." Hermione said as Y/N finished zipping his jacket up.

"Hopefully." Y/N shook his head and made his way over to the doorway, and he said his goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Granger. Thanking them for a great time, and a promise to come again. They stepped off, and allowed Hermione and him to talk before he would be leaving. "It looks like this is goodbye... For now." He said as he hung by the doorway, as Hermione looked just as he felt. Saddened.

"For now." Hermione repeated.

The two remained silent. Unsure of what else to say. The fresh memory of what happened transpired up the stairs and the hug they so yearned to experience again, deep within their minds.

Before Hermione's eyes immediately lit up with joy, and frustration?

"Oh my god, how can I be so forgetful." She huffed and immediately ran out of the hallway, towards the stairs, "Wait for me!" She called back, and wait he surely would. Forever. Shortly later, not even a minute after. She returned with something in her hands. It was medium sized, almost looked like a book. It was wrapped up in colourful wrapping material. "Here." She placed it into his hands, almost hesitantly.

"What's this for?" Y/N asked, genuinely confused. And Hermione gave him the most of 'are you stupid' looks that she so enjoyed to give people.

"For you." Hermione said. And it only caused the boy to become even more confused. At his look, she rolled her eyes, and playfully smacked him in the shoulder "For your birthday?" And it hit him like a truck. Wow. Had he really forgotten his own birthday? And that even Hermione had remembered. The fact that she did, made him warm and fuzzy inside. But also embarrassed that he forgot his own birthday. "You do remember it's your birthday tomorrow, right?"

And it's tomorrow too...

"Y- yeah, yes of course." Y/N said without any conviction or truth. He failed, miserably. And Hermione noticed. "Okay, I forgot. I've had a lot on my mind." At that, Hermione wanted to ask, but then she remembered what he said, and closed her mouth shut. No matter how much she wanted to know. "But, thank you." He smiled at her, and clasped the gift under his shoulder.

"You're welcome." Hermione said. They stood idly, wishing to say more, but had no idea what. But before they could think on more.
Y/N's father called out to him, the taxi was here.

The two shared a look. He would be going home now, and wouldn't see her for another week or two at least. "Bye." He smiled again, and left. And heard the soft murmur of her 'Goodbye' as he left for the taxi. Already yearning for her again so soon, and he didn't know why. He just knew that there was no one else like, Hermione Granger, in his life. And so he would cherish their friendship, as much as he could. Before it would all crumble down.

Because after all. Nothing good ever lasts.

Fenrir would make sure of that. Even if it seemed cruel or bad. He thought he was right. But as the spirit watched the two leave the safety of their bubble. He felt a sense of guilt and sadness wash over him. Like he was missing what they had, and only wished for it to be so with him. He knew why he had to do it.

Only him.

But a small part of him, questioned why he actually wanted to sabotage it all. And if it really was the right thing he deemed it to be.

Shaking it off, he shrugged and vanished himself from the world, and landed back into the mind of Y/N. The grey and depressing world that he built for himself. The loneliest of all things, where the doubt, the anger, and the sadness and all of the regret lingered. Right in the back of his mind.

Forever...

Alone.

A/N: WOW such a long one. Sorry for you guys waiting so long. But college called and had lots to do. But now we're back! Hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next one! Also I was very nervous about this one. Any feedback you can give and I would be grateful!