Okay, chapter two! This was meant to be a one shot, but I got an idea in my head, and it just won't leave me alone. Please review, I need the extra support.

seven months later...

Hermione sat on her bed, reading his letter for the tenth time this afternoon. Harry's latest letter, far from comforting her, had begun to seriously worry her.

Hermione-
I'm fine, my summer's going great. I've finished all my homework, and I'm in contact with professor Lupin. Hope everything's fine with you.
Love,
Harry

In fact, the scrap of parchment he had writtent to her on could hardly be called a letter. It was more of a note, and that was part of what scared Hermione most. Though they all had known this would be a difficult summer for Harry, she suspected she had probably some of the most reason to worry. After all, she had seen first hand what losing close friends (even temporarily) did to him. This however, was much more permanant, and she was begininning to fear that Harry had probably closed himself off from emotion, so as to save himself from even more pain. However, she was not fool enough to buy the act he was putting on. Summers were always one of the most miserable times of the year for him, and she knew that. She also happened to know that the Dursley's rarely let Harry do his homework, let alone allow him to have fun. Besides, who was he kidding? Only the fact that Hermione cared too much about the boys to let them spoil their grades saved the during the summer usually.
No, she was worried and the thing that scared her the most was that there was little she could do about it. Short of begging Professor Dumbledore, there was nothing she could think of to help, and even that had little hope of working.
"Hermione!", she heard a voice downstairs, calling her. It was most likely her mother, Amy Granger, trying to get her to come down for dinner. Oh well, mercy knows she would have enough time to ponder this later. She left the letter on her bed and headed downstairs, pausing briefly to check her reflection in her dresser mirror.
"Yes mum, I'm coming", she replied, taking the stairs slowly, though she had no clue why. She had always loved her house, and its warmth was something she missed the whole time she was away at school.
"Darling, you have visitors", her mother said, appearing from inside the parlor. Her mother was almost the spitting image of Hermione, and people were always quick to comment on it. Hermione quickened her step, wondering who would want to talk to her.
When she entered the parlor, she was surprised to see professor McGonagall and Professor Lupin, sitting across from her father. McGonagall had a cup of tea in one hand, and a letter in the other. Hermione immediately assumed the worse. "Oh god", she said, sitting down next to her father and hurriedly searching Lupin's eyes for any type of distress. "It's Harry, he's hurt, oh no..."
"Oh, no, dear girl", Professor McGonagall exclaimed. "No, we are here in regards to Mr. Potter, however."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, but then looked between the adults in confusion. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Perhaps I could talk with you a moment out in the hall", said Lupin, looking rather uncomfortable, and Hermion noted, more than a little depressed.
"Of course professor", Hermione stood slowly and led them out into the hall.
"You know, Hermione, you don't need to call me professor anymore, I'd perfer Remus. Anyway, to get right to the point, I'm worried about Harry. I'd go get him and stay with him if I thought it would help, but we're not close, he doesn't know me all that well. Right now is not the time to get to know each other, and the fact is, he wouln't be safe with me. I want him to be safe and I want to get to know him more than anything, but that's just not possible right now. So...I guess what I'm trying to say is that I wanted to ask you if we could move Harry to your house, at least for a while." While they were talking, they had moved over to sit at the stairs, and Hermione looked at Lupin with confusion written on her face.
"Why me, why not Ron and the Weasley's?"
"Because as much as Harry trusts Ron and his family, I think that he trusts you more. Besides that, it's safer for him to be here because nobody will look for him here. I know it would be difficult, but I want to try to get him to open up. I do belive that he has almost closed himself off completely, and I just don't think that Ron has the most...comfoting nature. However, if you don't want to, I understand completely. It's not your responsibilty", Lupin finished, looking away from her.
"No, it is my responsibility as his friend and-",Lupin gave her a small smile, which she sheepishly returned. "I'll do whatever it takes to get him to open up, of course I will help. That is, if my parents agree."
"They already have", he said standing up.
She got to her feet as well, and quietly asked him," I know it's not my place, but how are you?"
"I'm doing well, thank you for asking, but I have been busy enough to keep my mind off of things", he said, looking a little sad. "I just need to get used to it, I guess, but I do miss him."
"Of course you do",she said, smiling sadly.
"You know", Lupin said, walking into the living room,"I think this will be a good thing for Harry. I can see why he likes you as much as he does. You're a strong person."
"Thank you", she said, sitting down and nodding to professor McGonagall, who nodded back. "I'll do it", she said to the woman.
"Wonderful", she replied. "We'll bring him by around one, if that would be alright?"
"That would be just fine", her father answered, as they got up to leave. Hermione followed them to the door. Remus gave her a nod and a smile, and professor McGonagall gave her a small hug, which seemed very out of character for the strict woman. Hermione let it pass, closing the door behind them.
"So", her mother came up behind her," will you be okay with this?" Amy Granger was perhaps the only person who really knew how deeply Hermione cared for Harry.
"Of couse mum", she anwered truthfully. "Harry needs me to do this for him."
"I know darling", she said, laying a hand on her daughter's cheek. "Why don't you make yourself something to eat while you wait."
Hermione nodded, and walked off toward the kitchen, feeling more than a little nervous.

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