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Remus gave a slight incline of his head. "None taken."
"She had to deal with a supposed ex convict, an unmedicated werewolf, and creatures that can suck out your goddamn soul!"
Mrs. Weasley wisely stayed silent.
"Her fourth year. Her best friend was forced into a tournament that involved dragons, a teacher who was a disguised Death Eater. Yes. I know what they are. Harry was then kidnapped and used in a ritual to bring back the most foul entity to touch skin on British soil!"
"So forgive me Mrs. Weasley. If I don’t feel like your esteemed Headmaster has my daughter’s best interests at heart! I knew nothing of what my only child has gone through. I am of course a mere Muggle, but I’m also a fucking parent. Nothing means more to me than my child. That same child that you essentially kidnapped...
"So tell me Mrs. Weasley. Why in the actual fuck should I allow that whiskered old wanker" he ignored Tonks’ giggling "be a magical guardian for my daughter? We were never given any information about what she had been through thus far. We would have sought out mind healing for her."
Dan started to pace, but then he rounded again on Mrs. Weasley.
"My daughter means the world to us. We will do what it takes to protect her. That also means that as a family we have looked into other schools of magic. And believe me when I tell you that Hogwarts is lacking in it’s strength." He looked to the Aurors in the room.
"You have my permission to teach her all that you can. I have learned that she is considered a second class citizen because her mother and I are not magical." Dan took a breath.
"It’s time for her stop being the hunted and become the defender, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that she can defend herself." Dan said with a passion.
The entire table was silent.
Alastor Moody stood slowly. He extended his hand to Dan. "Don’t know much about you lad, but it would be my pleasure to train the lass." Moody removed his eye patch. Dan watched as his eye swiveled around, and raised his brows. "Aye. Welcome to magic."
"Bugger it all. I will help my new little sister any way that I can." Tonks stood and extended her hand, and Dan shook it. She looked at Hermione and winked.
Kingsley stood and extended his hand. "You were in the service yes?"
Dan quirked a brow as he took the outstretched hand. "How did you know?"
"My wife is a half blood. Her father was a Muggleborn, who was in the SAS. The way that you carry yourself reminds me of him."
Dan released his hand and nodded. "I was in Her Majesty’s Service for fifteen years."
"It will be a pleasure to work with you. I have been asking for years to fuse magical and physical combat. However, there are many who feel it isn’t necessary. I look forward to your input."
Kingsley looked to Remus.
"We should get started. Some of us have to get back to work soon." Kingsley gestured towards the door. "Shall we?"
Remus led the way. "Sirius wanted a place where he could train, when he was in London. I think you all will enjoy this." Remus led them further down the stairs and past the basement. He pushed open the doors and Tonks gushed.
"Oh yay! I’ve always wanted something like this in training!"
There was an area designated for physical training, and physical combat. There were various obstacles that could be used for hiding while under fire. And Tonks’ favorite; the world class dueling dummies that fired back at you, and could be set to ever increasing levels.
"Yes. Well. The demonstration as promised Nymphadora."
"DON’T CALL ME NYMPHADORA!" She bellowed.
"Tonks. My apologies." Remus said hastily. "We’ll have teams of two. Madeye and Myself vs Tonks and Kingsley. The first thing that I want you to know is that there is a difference between a magical duel, and magical fighting. In a magical duel there are rules, about proper form, stances and what not. In magical fightin...
"As I explained to Hermione. Death Eaters play for keeps. They don’t care how old you are. They rape, kill and torture anyone no matter the age if it suits their needs..or needs at the time. You need to learn how to bring your opponent down, and make sure they stay down."
Molly looked scandalized. "You will not teach my son how to be a killer!"
Remus raised a brow. "Putting them down doesn’t necessarily mean killing. It could mean taking out the eyes. Slicing of the wand arm or even amputation of the leg." Remus shrugged and turn back to the Aurors, the Grangers and Ron.
"If you all would go behind the safety barrier please." Everyone did as they were told and Remus added another layer of protection to the wards that were already there.
The combatants made their way to dueling area, walking far apart from each other.
Remus fired a leg locker curse at Tonks. She threw up a shield in time...barely.
Shacklebolt retaliated and fired a jelly legs jinx at Remus, only to be blocked by a conjured slab of granite from Moody.
And then the fight was on. One team would seem to get the upper hand, but then come under fire from the other.
The Grangers where in a true state of shock. It was clear to the both of them that their daughter wouldn’t last two minutes at her current level of fitness, if this is what she had to face.
Hermione had a whole other set of problems to worry about. There were spells being thrown about like mad and she couldn’t even cast a proper shield. Add to that, it seemed like when one of them went down, their partner was able to continue fighting while they also got them to a point of safety.
Her world view of magic was taking a shocking turn. How come they are not taught things like this at Hogwarts? She had wasted so much time trying to make sure that her history of magic homework was perfect, a boringly repetitive class taught by a ghost no less, when she should have been learning something like this. Sh...
The demonstration ended and the combatants all sat down with a cool drink of water placed in their sweaty hands.
Remus was the first to speak. "As you can see, you need stamina to sustain a fight. The Death Eaters don’t care about your weaknesses, they only care how to take you down and then make you do as they wish. Again. Take them down and make sure that they stay down."
Hermione spoke up first. "But professor, killing is wrong."
"Here we go’ Remus thought to himself. "I believe Miss Granger that I just explained to Mrs. Weasley just what put them down means."
"Well yes you did, but..."
"And killing may be wrong in most circumstances, but there are times when you have to chose between your own life, the life of your loved ones, or the person trying to kill you." Remus continued.
"I could never kill anyone. No matter the reason!" Hermione snapped as she stood up.
"Really." Remus also stood from his position. "That’s good to know. Because I would hate to go into a fight with someone who wouldn’t do what was needed to watch my back, and I pray to the Gods and Goddesses that Harry doesn’t either." Remus was getting pissed.
"And what is that supposed to mean? I’ve always been at his side! He’s my best friend!" Hermione slammed her hands on her hips.
"I’m sure he is. But Harry has a new road ahead of him. A road where he will be a warrior. Trained to fight and kill to save himself and the ones that he loves." Remus stared down Hermione. "People want him dead Hermione. And they are willing to kill you. Your parents, all of the Weasleys to get to him,... are you gett...
"Or myself. Who killed a Death Eater who was attempting to curse Sirius in the back!"
Remus turned away from her as he tried to regain his temper. He turned around to face her again once he felt he had better control.
"My offer to tutor you Hermione has been rescinded."
"While I don’t mind questions, I do not like accusations. I have had to kill quite a few times. It’s not something that I am going to brag about, but it was something that was done and I have had to live with my decisions."
Remus turned to Ron. "Mr. Weasley, as your parents have already agreed, I will see you tomorrow." With that Remus gave a slight bow and left the room.
Tonks in her usual artful manner stormed up to Hermione. "How dare you." Tonks said in a low hiss. "Remus is a good man, who has done what he had to do to survive. How dare you judge him. Or the rest of us. Yes. I’ve killed before. And I will gladly do it again to save my partner!" Tonks took a deep breath. "I will be ...
"I was on patrol." Kingsley began. "My first in Knockturn Alley. I came upon a man trying to proposition a little girl couldn’t have been older than twelve. I found out after the fact she was 11. She said no and tried to back away. Him and his friends grabbed the little girl and dragged her down a side alley. When I go...
Hermione looked ill.
"That was nine years ago. I still get a few letters a year from her. Telling me how she is getting on. Updates on her own child and husband. She thinks of me as extended family and all because I killed the bastard who tried to rape her. Think what you wish Miss Granger, but I do not regret my actions that day." Kingsle...
Madeye simply said. "You’re an idiot." And stomped off towards the exit.
Hermione who had begun to silently cry, looked at Ron. "Are you going to yell at me too?"
"Nope. Harry and I have been telling you for years. Trying to explain to you something you don’t agree with is like ramming your head through a wall. Not much fun really. Think I’ll go see what’s for dinner."
After Ron left, Hermione turned to look at her parents. Her father looked...sad?
"Where did I go wrong?" Dan looked so confused and sad. "I relied on my child to tell me what was going on nine plus months out of the year. I could’ve connected with other muggle born parents." Dan shot up and began to pace.
"You are not the girl we raised. That man was trying to teach you something I couldn’t...for free I might add. I could help with the non magical, but he could’ve help with the magical!" Dan slowed his pacing as he felt his anger rising. He needed to leave the room.
"Let me explain something to you. We have taught you to respect life, but that does not mean that all people live good lives. There are some times when it is necessary to take one. Tell me Hermione. In my time in the service I have killed multiple times. Does that make you think less of me?" Dan had a look between ange...
Emma stared at the back of her retreating husband.
"It was three years before you were born." Emma began. "I was leaving my position as a military consultant and wanted to pursue my career in dentistry full time. We were in Burma. I was helping a group of indigenous women and children try to get to a village about twenty miles from where we were."
Emma stood and took a sip of her water.
"I had called for assistance, as we knew there was trouble in the area. But hey. What’s a poor group of women and children to do? We were captured. Two nuns, eight children, and nine adult women. As we were all herded together, I saw the men take a very scary interest in me...being the only Caucasian I suppose. One of ...
Hermione stared at her mother in horror.
"But then...there was blood everywhere. Someone had put a bullet in the side of his head. Then they took out the rest of the men. About eight in all I think. It was your father who saved my life that day."
Emma gave a sad chuckle.
"The look on his face made me shiver. I knew he was angry. He warned me not to be there and I didn’t listen."
"Then what happened?" Hermione asked in awe.
"He called for back up, and got us the hell out of there. But not before eight men were dead. Tell me Hermione. Would you rather your father let me raped and tortured?"
"Then you accept that there may be times when someone will kill to protect the ones they love?"
Hermione looked conflicted, but eventually said yes.
"You need to apologize to Mr. Lupin. He was only trying to help you to see the truth. If you are not willing to work hard, say the word and we will leave England. I know what it means to want to save your homeland, but as your mother I want you safe and able to defend yourself."
Emma stroked her daughter’s hair.
"You don’t know everything Hermione, and neither do those books you covet to your chest like the Holy Grail."
Hermione took on a deep sigh. "I’ll apologize. I was out of line. I may not be able to make those decisions right now, but I should know better than to judge their reasons without hearing them out first. And dad had a valid reason. As well as Mr. Lupin."
Hermione shot up. "Bugger I need to apologize!"
"Language!" But it was no use. Hermione was gone.
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Dan had been directed to the back yard by Kreatcher to find Remus. He made his way over to the large oak tree that Remus was leaning against with his arms folded.
Remus was deep in thought while at the same time trying to control his anger. He knew that Hermione was important to Harry, but as smart as she was she was also very annoying. He had met her parents and they were wonderful people. They were wickedly smart, but didn’t hold it over everyone’s head the way their daughter ...
"Can I do something for you Dan?"
"No. But I would like to apologize for my daughter’s behavior. We don’t know where we went wrong." Dan shook his head, while looking off in the distance.
"We taught her to respect life, but I never knew she saw the world so black and white. It doesn’t work that way. I should know."
"You have the gift of experience Dan. To be blunt if you don’t mind?" Remus asked.
"I think it’s the adults in her life. All of us. As her teachers we constantly praise her academic abilities, but never took her to carpet for her attitude." Remus sighed and looked at Dan. "I will tutor her of course, but she needs to learn to listen to others. And if I know Andromeda, your daughter is in for a world ...
"I appreciate you agreeing to continue to tutor her. And again. I do apologize for her behavior."
"So do I." A small voice said.
Both men turned to look behind them and saw Hermione shuffling a bit nervously.
Remus crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her. "Really? Because I seem to remember having a conversation with you about your attitude, and I am in no mood to have to constantly repeat myself."
"You’re right professor. While I do believe that students should have the right to ask questions, what I did was inexcusable. I accused without knowing the facts behind the situation. I was raised better than that." She made a quick glance to her father then back to Remus.
Remus sighed and rubbed his hand down his face as he looked up to the sky. He returned his gaze to Hermione.
"As you have an inquisitive nature I will set a few guidelines."
"Yes Professor."
"1. All questions that you have will wait until after the tutoring session. I will leave half an hour after we are done with lessons to answer any questions that you have. You will write them down as you have them. You need to learn to control yourself.
"2. You will continue with your parents on increasing your physical stamina, without any complaint. I would also like for your parents to enroll you in a muggle martial arts class this summer. Most witches and wizards in England are clueless without a wand. It will have the added benefit of teaching you patience, disci...
Remus sighed. "You have a lot of potential Hermione, but you need to adjust your mindset. Knowledge is power, but it is how that knowledge is used that makes the difference. Do you understand?"