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"You always knew Molly had a temper." Remus snorted, amused.
"Yeah well she is lucky I haven’t hexed her mouth shut. She is a very trying woman." Sirius almost growled. Sirius made his way to his account manager after he bid his friend farewell.
"Cutting it kind of close don’t you think Sirius." the goblin said.
"You know me. Never been one to do things the easy way." Sirius said right back.
The goblin just shook his head at Sirius and handed him the portkey. "Here. The activation is "salvation’." Go on get out of here."
Sirius activated the portkey and made his way back to Harry.
After seeing his friend off to wherever he was hiding Harry, Remus made it back to Grimmauld Place. For everyone’s safety, he had agreed with Sirius not to be told the location. He went in search of Hermione and found her in the room that she was sharing with Ginerva, who at the moment was not there. She sat at the win...
Remus has had to live a lot longer with the pangs of discrimination. He knew what it was like to know that he was infinitely more qualified than the next person for the job, only to be told that he was not needed when they found out about his condition. He himself had become somewhat used to it.
Remus knocked on the door lightly, and then leaned against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest. She looked up at the knock on the door and gave Remus a sad half smile, and turned back around to whatever she had been looking at on the street below.
"Everything that I thought that I knew about being a witch was a lie."Hermione began. "I thought; Here is this new world where I could make friends, even though I was sometimes a bossy know it all." Remus gave a snort and looked at Hermione with a raised eyebrow. She gave a chuckle and rolled her eyes at him. "OK. Most...
She got up from her perch at the window sill, and walked over and sat down on the bed. She hung her head, and spoke in a low almost broken tone. "But it was all for nothing. I damn near killed myself in third year for nothing. To be what? A Store clerk? A waitress? Look don’t get me wrong here. I have nothing against t...
"I feel as if the time spent on my marks has been wasted. Why even bother if they apparently don’t matter?" Hermione looked as if she wanted to cry again, but Remus wasn’t having it. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face him.
"Now you listen to me Miss Granger, as I will only say this once. Do not tell me, a werewolf, that this was all a waste of time. You may not be able to get your dream job out of tradition. But I cannot get most jobs that I am qualified for because of the law! Did you know that if I were to attack another witch or wizar...
"Hermione. Your biggest problem is that you think inside of this little box. The box that is labeled magical Britain. There are many other magical cultures on the planet. Some far older than our own I dare say. It is why I have taken jobs on the continent. With a few exceptions, no one has the same views as England whe...
"Take the Colonies for example. Not only is discrimination against the creature blooded and muggleborns frowned upon; it is outright illegal! They welcome all types of magicals to their shores. In fact there is a large ex-patriot community from the U.K. over there. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that ...
"At any rate, knowing what I know now, when I was younger, I would have left ages ago, but for me it is too late. I’m getting too set in my ways. But you are still young enough to make the best choices for your life." Remus said.
"Sir this is my home. My family is here. My friends are here and...someone I care about is close to here. Well closer than the States at any rate." Hermione just shrugged.
"Hermione I need to tell you something, so mind me well. Magical Britain is dying." Remus watched as she raised her eyebrows almost to her hairline. "The pureblood elite that are in control of the Wizengamot, are breeding themselves out of existence by constantly marrying their family members, or the very few all pureb...
Hermione was quick to interject. "But surely the magical world is aware of the consequences of inbreeding? I mean I know how it can go wrong in the muggle world, but surely there has to be some problems in the magical world? We’re all human right?" Hermione took on a faraway look. Remus knew that look, as he had worn i...
"Though I would love to sit here and open that particular can of worms, we are getting off topic. A fair amount of halfbloods who are muggle raised and a lot of muggleborns are leaving these shores, or they are simply returning to the muggle world. For the most part they are not telling the Ministry where they are livi...
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked with narrowed eyes.
"I’ll give you the short version. Marriage laws that benefit the rich and male population. You will find some information in the Black family library about it. Also, be sure to look up the history of muggleborns and blood adoptions. In fact I will get you all of the information I can find on the subject, and you can co...
Hermione was a riot of emotions. Especially with all of the new information running through her brain. "Sir can you please take me home? I need my parents." Hermione had started crying again. Remus nodded.
"Of course. I will grab some books for you to see what you can read and understand for yourself. Go ahead and pack and meet me in the main hall." He gave her a half hug and walked out of the door.
As Hermione began to pack her belongings, Ginny walked in the door. With a puzzled look on her face, she wondered what Hermione was doing with her trunk. Ginny may have been younger than Hermione, but she considered the other girl to be a friend. Ginny plopped down on the bed that Hermione had her trunk on. "Hey Hermio...
"Professor Lupin is taking me home to talk with my parents. I just found out some things and well, I just really need my mum and dad right now." She finished packing the rest of her things, hoisted her trunk from the bed, and made it to the door.
Ginny began to fidget nervously. "Um...Hermione. I don’t think that is such a good idea right now."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "And why not Gin? Why can’t I go see my own parents? First. These people snatched me out of my home with me barely able to mutter a goodbye to my family. And now you are implying that I can’t go see them. What is going on?" All of Hermione’s inner alarm bells, the ones that warned her of tro...
"I...sort of heard something. Not all of the conversation mind you." Ginny said quickly. "But there may be a planned attack on your house. I’m not sure honestly."
The very loud shriek of WHAT!!! Could be heard for blocks in every direction, regardless of the charms on the house.
Hermione went racing down the stairs. She was intent on leaving Grimauld, and finding her family. She was met by Remus’ concerned gaze, as he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Hermione what’s wrong?"By this time Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley had made it into the hallway with Ron trailing behind them. Hermione rounded on the...
"I want answers. And I want the truth." Hermione’s hair was flying around her as her magic began to unleash itself. "Did you get information that my home was going to be attacked?" Hermione was very pissed off to say the least.
"Hermione dear. You have to understand..." Mrs. Weasley began.
"Yes or No." she ground out
"That would be yes Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly.
"So when you kidnapped me earlier..." Hermione started.
"We prefer to think of it as protective custody Miss Granger." Dumbledore said again just as calmly.
"And what protections did you make for my muggle parents against evil magical beings who knew that I was Harry’s friend and would try to massacre them?" Hermione fumed.
"We told them we were taking you into protective custody. And told them we needed to leave urgently." Molly said quietly.
"Oh for fuck’s sake!" Everyone was shocked, because Remus rarely swore. "Tell me you didn’t just take their only child from their home?! Without bothering to even explain the current situation in our world to them?! Muggle or no, Molly, they know their daughter is a witch! You should have done more!" The wolf in Remus ...
"We thought it imperative to..." The Headmaster began.
"Oh Shove it Albus!...Dobby!" Remus bellowed.
"Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie calls for Dobby?" The elf was very excited to be called to help Harry Potter’s friends.
"Dobby. The Grangers are in trouble. Initiate evacuation immediately!"Remus stated.
"Right away Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie, sir!" He was gone in a pop.
"Sir. What’s going on? How does Dobby know my parents? Or where they are living for that matter?" Hermione asked.
"When Sirius was proven innocent, Harry had written to him to ask about protection for your family Hermione. He knew that you would be vulnerable because you were his friend, and non magicals have no protection at all. Letters back and forth between the two, led to asking Dobby to help keep an eye on them for their pro...
"The Grangeys are safe at the playhouse Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie, sir. Dobby saw bad wizards outside the window coming up the walk. Theys was friends of old Masters!" Dobby shrieked.
Hermione leaned down and hugged Dobby. "Thank you for helping my family." She had an extremely relieved look on her face.
Dobby looked up at Hermione with tears in his eyes. "Master Harry Potter sir has great friends. Dobby goes back to take care of the Grangeys!" Then he left with another pop.
Hermione stared at the spot where Dobby once stood. She looked up at Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley with such venom, they could feel her anger attempting to suffocate them.
"You know Professor Lupin." Hermione began as she made her way back to a standing position. All the while glaring white heat into the two in front of her. I am truly starting to believe that Sirius was right about everything he said to me today. Now please take me to my parents." Hermione went to walk past Mrs. Weasley...
Mrs. Weasley went to gently grab her arm in an attempt to reason with her, but Hermione snatched her arm back and stared her down. "Do. Not. Touch. Me." She ground out between clinched teeth. Her hand looked dangerously close to striking the other witch, but she thought better of it. With her eyes glaring daggers at th...
Remus looked at the other two adults in the area with a look of disgust. "How could you?"
"Remus." The Headmaster began. "It is not as terrible as it sounds. We did impress upon the Grangers to leave their home as soon as possible. It was the best solution that I could think of at the time." Dumbledore stated.
"So. To recap. You snatched Hermione from her home, while telling her parents to flee from said home. Not knowing where their only child may be? Expecting them not to worry in the slightest, because you say so?" Remus folded his hands across his chest. "Do tell me if I am close." Remus said with a raised brow.
"Well I suppose if you put it like that, that does sound ridiculous." Molly said.
"You people are unbelievable." Remus said shaking his head and moved to walk pass the Headmaster and Molly. Albus stopped him with an inquiry to Miss Grangers location.
"She will be safe Albus. And with her parents. Which is what she needs right now. Good day to the both of you." And with that the werewolf stormed out of the back door to the garden and apparated away with Hermione to the Doggy Playhouse.
Ron looked between his mother and the professor and shook his head. "You people are incredible. And they all call me thick headed." He shook his head and made his way to the library.
"Mum! Dad!" Hermione shouted frantically.The two Granger parents ran from the kitchen at the sound of their daughter’s voice. When they saw her there, looking completely fine, her mother rushed at her.
"My baby! Let me get a good look at you!" Her mother spun her this way and that. Making sure she was not hurt, and then proceeded to squeeze the life out of her.
Hermione for her part, was happy to see her again and burst into tears. Holding her mother for all she was worth. "Mummy." Hermione breathed in the scent of the scented soap her mother loved.
A voice cleared near them. "I’m beginning to think that you may have had no help from me at all in creating our daughter Emma." He was of course teasing, so naturally Hermione released her mother and ran to her father, for the same bone crushing embrace.
Hermione had felt herself slowly drifting away from the close relationship she had always had with her parents. To be in their arms again after what could only be described as a traumatic day brought home the fact that no matter what the wizarding world had to offer, these were her parents and she loved them dearly.
After squeezing the life out of her father, Hermione turned and indicated Professor Lupin. That turned out to be a really bad idea. To see the easy going dentist, launch himself at a werewolf, would’ve been amusing if it was not for the fact that said males meant the world to her. She knew Lupin would not hurt her fath...
"Dad! Stop!" Hermione yelled at her father as she held her mother back.
"Fuck that! Who is he? Is he one of the ones responsible for this mess? Well is he?" Her father yelled back just as loud as his daughter.
"No dad! He helped to make sure that you got to safety. He also made sure to help me get back to you. He has been helping me understand a few hard truths. He is a friend. Please hear us out." Hermione begged.
Dan was looking at Remus intently. He was always good at reading a person’s intentions, but those golden eyes gave away nothing. Dan looked at his daughter and saw the sincerity in her eyes. He sighed. "Very well. I give you my word as a man, a husband, and a father that I will not attack you again. But only if I get t...
Remus looked at Hermione’s father and came to a decision. "Fair enough. We will tell you as much as we can. If a topic is critical to everyone’s safety however, it will not be shared." Dan started to protest, but Remus cut him off. "The wizarding world has ways of taking information out of your head against your will. ...
Hermione looked to her parents. "Maybe we should have a seat someplace more comfortable." Hermione looked to Professor Lupin questioningly.
"Yes of course. Do please follow me." Remus led them to a sitting room just down the hall. Once he gestured for everyone to take a seat, he called for Arned. The adult Grangers jumped out of their seats when the small creature popped in front of them.
"What can Arned do for Master Remus?" the elf asked.
Now was not the time to comment on Arned calling him Master yet again. "Arned I would appreciate a tea service please for all of us. Thank you. That will be all for now."
"Yes Master Remus." Arned left with a pop. A moment later tea had appeared. Along with scones, sandwiches and a variety of cakes.
Mr Granger recovered before his wife. "The very first question I have is what is that...creature?"
"Arned is a house elf. House elves are servants to wizard homes. Think of them like a maid or butler." Remus said. He poured the tea while asking how everyone liked theirs. Everyone began to grab the nibbles available.
Remus heard Hermione’s muttered "slaves’. The joys of werewolf hearing. He turned fully to look into her eyes. "For those in the room without heightened senses, would you mind repeating that please?"
Hermione looked unrepentant. "I said slaves Professor Lupin. I believe that using house elves is the same as using slaves." Hermione sat back with her arms folded.
"Ah. I see. One moment please...Dobby!" Remus called for the quirky elf. Moments later the elf appeared.
"Harry Potter’s Wolfie calls for Dobby?"
"Yes Dobby. I want you to think back on Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts." Remus began
"Poor Master Harry Potter sir could have been killed! The evil dark one came back to hurt Master Harry Potter! Master..." the elf began to wail in grief, and Remus cut him off and handed him a handkerchief. "Thank you Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie sir. Yous is too kind to Dobby." Dobby blew his nose loudly.
Hermione’s parent’s were torn between laughing hysterically at the elf’s antics, or hugging the poor creature.
"Yes Dobby I know about that particular unpleasantness, what I was referring to was when Miss Granger here" He indicated to Hermione. "Had tried to free all of the house elves of Hogwarts."
The look on Dobby’s face was priceless as he slowly turned his head to Remus’ left where Hermione was sitting and looked at her.
"Yes Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie sir. I’s does remember that time." Was it possible for an elf to look more pissed off than a werewolf on a full moon? Remus had to wonder.
Remus cleared is throat to try and swallow the chuckle that was threatening to bubble forth. "Yes. Well. I am trying to impress upon Miss Granger the nature of the relationship between house elves and wizarding families." Remus sat back and waited for Dobby to start.
Dobby walked over to where Hermione was sitting and looked at the ground. "The other elveses don’t like missy Hermi. Missy Hermi wants to hurt the elveses of Hogywartses."
Hermione took a deep intake of breath. "No! I would never tr...?" she tried to explain but Dobby cut her off.
"Giving elveses clothes is a mark of shame. Wees be getting our magic and life force from the magic of wizards and witches Missy Grangey." Dobby dared to look into Hermione’s eyes. "To give us clothes is a mark that we have displeased you in some way." Dobby started to wail. "We tried Missy Grangey! We tried to please ...
"Dobby! You are aware that one of the rules Harry set forth was NO PUNISHMENT! You are not to abuse yourself under any circumstance. Are we clear?" Remus asked.
"Yes Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie sir." Dobby was scared they would send him away. "Dobby is sorry Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie sir. Dobby sometimes forgets. Please forgive Dobby." Dobby begged.
Remus sighed "Dobby. You did well today. You need to rest a while. Why don’t you go and check on Winky in a little while hmm?"
"Oh no Master Harry Potter’s Wolfie Sir! Dobby is fine. No need for Dobby to leave." Dobby was really starting to panic now.
"Dobby this is not a punishment. Merely a thank you for your heroics today in protecting the Granger family. I will call upon you soon alright?" Remus tried to soothe the elf’s fears.
Dobby straightened up to almost military precision. "Dobby be ready when Master Wolfie calls." With that statement, Dobby was gone.
Daniel F. Granger considered himself a smart man. He had made sure to try to keep up to date on all that was happening in Britain and the rest of the world. But this. This was something he was not sure how to comprehend. His wife was quicker on the uptake thank God.