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Hermione had three books gathered around her as she munched on some buttered toast. They were all opened to various pages, and the quill she was writing with was moving in a blur.

The door opened, but she did not look up. She was too busy taking notes on the fundamental theory of magic to care who entered.

"Still studious, I see."

"Good morning, Professor," Hermione said absently. "How was the night?"

"I slept mostly. That is a bonus to having taken the potion," Remus remarked, sitting across from her. "And what are you reading about?"

"Newt things," Hermione murmured. She set down her quill and gave Remus a tired smile, "You look like you haven't slept a wink, sir."

"Remus," he corrected. "And I have. The transformations have more wear on my body the older I get."

"Oh, well you should have some breakfast," Hermione insisted. Without even asking, the elves were already rushing about and placing a warm breakfast before Remus.

"Why are you up this early?"

"Can't sleep," Hermione admitted. "Usually, I'm in the library. But I believe my parents have set up elves to make sure I don't go in there... Porter retrieves the books I'd like to read for me."

Remus laughed, "You condemn the poor elf."

"It's not like its slavery. I pay him," Hermione insisted. "Extra than his normal wages."

Remus gave a small smile, "Of course."

Hermione glanced at the books before her, "Um, how is everything?"

Remus shrugged, "The same, I suppose. The Burrow burnt down a few days ago."

Hermione eyes widened in surprise, "Is everyone alright?"

Remus nodded, "Yeah, we got out in time. The Burrow was lost. Everyone's at Grimmauld Place for the rest of break."

Hermione's gave a breath of relief, "That's good." Hermione knew that the Weasley's or someone in the Order couldn't be trusted, but she still did not wish any harm or death upon them. "Who... who was it?"

"Bellatrix and Greyback," Remus sighed.

Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh my Merlin!"

"We're fine," he insisted. "There was a little scuffle-"

"Define scuffle."

"Harry being Harry ran after Bellatrix after she began to taunt him about Sirius..." He struggled a bit with the next part as Hermione sat up straight, listening to his every word. "Ginny ran after him." A small frown tainted her lips at that. "Arthur and I ran after them once we got the fire around the house out. Dora, too. Molly was devastated."

"I'm sure," Hermione sympathized. "And they just left?"

"After the damage was done, yes. They left."

Hermione sighed, "As long as they're alright."

Remus nodded, his gaze traveling to her books, "Do you plan on sitting for NEWTs?"

"If I can," Hermione nodded. "But it's not a top priority for me anymore."

"No, of course not," Remus agreed.

"Remus, you can't tell anyone I'm here," Hermione said firmly. "Not even Tonks, or Dumbledore."

He nodded, "I understand."

"Something's not right with them," Hermione felt the need to continue. "With the lies in the Prophet about me marrying Ron, and Harry Ginny, and the money thing... And how my search hasn't been big news for anyone. Harry hasn't heard much at all, and... I just don't know right now if I should trust them."

"And yet you tell me these things."

"I trust you," Hermione insisted. "I just hope it won't be in vain."

"Of course not," he insisted. "I'd never do that."

Hermione nodded and took a small bite of her toast, "That's why I trust you, Professor."

He sent her a relaxed smile and took a bite of his own breakfast, "And I you. You will be careful?"

"Of course," Hermione sighed. "We're safe here... at least for a while... I don't know how we'll get Harry back here, but... but we will somehow."

"Perhaps I can help with that," Remus offered. "The night of the arrival in Kings Cross also happens to be the night of the full moon."

"So you can bring him here?"

He nodded, "That is, if I am allowed."

"If not, my parents can do something," Hermione insisted. "Or I can-"

"And you won't be able to get back into the house," Remus reminded her. "Not if your plan fails. So, it think it best to rely on outside help."

"True," she agreed. "Just... make sure that Harry's alright, okay? I worry constantly."

"I will..." he glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "I should take my leave. Any messages I should pass onto him?"

Hermione gave a small smile, "I talked to him last night... With Sirius's two way mirror... No need to pass on a message."

"How clever," Remus laughed. "I wondered where those went."

He stood, brushing his trousers of crumbs, before Hermione got to her feet. She gave him a polite hug.

"Have you any names?"

Hermione blushed slightly, "James if it's a boy, Lily for a girl."

"Yikes, another generation of those two? You don't know what you're thinking," he insisted.

"So I've been told," she giggled.

"Goodbye, Hermione. Take care of yourself."

"And you, Professor. Goodbye," Hermione insisted.

He disappeared down the hall once more, this time leaving the Manor for good.

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