"How come I can remember her? How come I know exactly who she is and will
become?"
"That, I believe only you can answer," Madam Pomfrey replied with an irritable sigh,
clearly annoyed that she did not have all the answers herself. "Eat that up, and then get
some rest."
The Pack Bond, Remus thought to himself as the mediwitch left his side. Hermione
did not have his mark on her neck like Mia had, but it still existed in some form because it
existed for him. Mia was still alive somewhere, inside Hermione, waiting to return to the
world, and the wolf in him knew it. Knew that she lived, that she was there, and that she
still belonged to him.
It was a thought that warmed his heart. Unfortunately, if he could recognise Mia in
Hermione because of the Pack Bond, that meant that because of their shared Soul Bond,
sealed or not, Sirius would know the girl upon sight.
November 8th, 1993"Cheer up, Harry," Hermione said as she patted him consolingly on the shoulder.
"Maybe if you ask Professor McGonagall, she could arrange it so you could get another
broom?"
She did not see the point but, then again, she barely saw the point of Quidditch at
all. It was brutal and barbaric, but she was not about to say anything like that right now
with Harry still mourning the loss of his Nimbus.
"Even if she did get him a new broom, it wouldn't be as good as the last," Ron
pointed out. "I still can't believe Snape―"
"Professor Snape," Hermione corrected.
"—took fifty points just because I threw that crocodile heart at Malfoy. He didn't
do a bloody thing―"
"Language," Hermione reprimanded him.
"—when Malfoy was acting like a dementor just to have a go at you, Harry. Next
time I see that pointy-faced prick―"