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Requiem For a Dream	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I earn anything from the writing of this fanfiction. The plot is mine, as are the Satoshi and Mahoutsukai.

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�Ron! Harry!� Hermione couldn't help but smile as she came down the stairs to find her best friend and her boyfriend standing awkwardly in the living room with her father, having just Apparated in. �What are you doing here? I was just on my way to the Burrow.�
�Hey, 'Mione.� Harry grinned as the girl he considered a sister jumped the last few steps and rushed to hug them both. �Mrs. Weasley sent us. You're running late.�
�Oh, I know, I know.� She told them, moving to kiss Ron on the cheek. �I forgot to pack my photo album, so I had to rearrange some things.�
�Shouldn't you leave some room for when you come back?� Ron questioned, frowning slightly. �You're bound to buy more stuff while you're there.�
�Yes, but since I'll only be home for breaks, and I'm leaving clothes in both places, I won't need to pack as much going back and forth. At least, not for four years.� She smiled, shrugging. �...so, let's get going, hm?�
The three appeared in the backyard of the Burrow with simultaneous cracks, Hermione given no time to react as she was suddenly enveloped by Mrs. Weasley's arms.
�Oh, Hermione dear!� The woman cried, pulling back a moment to look at her. �I can't believe by this time tomorrow you'll be gone...�
�I'll be home for Christmas, don't worry, Mrs. Weasley.� Hermione assured her with a smile, blinking as the woman's eyes filled with tears.
�But what if something should happen? You'll be so far away, and I've heard so many things happen when you're abroad...�
�Molly, I'm sure Hermione can handle herself...� Lupin's voice brought a smile to Hermione's face, and as Mrs. Weasley released her, she turned to find him standing beside a beaming Tonks, their young son Teddy giggling contentedly in his father's arms.
�You're here too!� Hermione couldn't help but squeal, bouncing over to hold her hands out to Teddy � perfectly content to be taken by the young woman, Teddy immediately stretched his arms to her, smiling up at her as she settled him against her hip.
�Minee.� Harry gasped as he heard the year old's voice, glancing to Lupin and Tonks in surprise.
�When did he learn that?� He asked, as Hermione headed off to a corner of the yard to play with Teddy, who was happily repeating her name over and over again.
�About a month ago. We were shocked � of course, he knew Dad and Mum � when we were settling in to look at the album Hermione sent us of you three through Hogwarts, he pointed to her picture and said 'Minee'. It was so wonderful.� Tonks told him, her hair flashing to a vibrant green, then back to hot pink. �He's said Harry and Ron once or twice, but unfortunately for you lot, Hermione is his favorite.�
�Looks like Teddy wins out over Ron in her books, too.� Lupin chuckled, gesturing over to where Hermione waved Ron off so she could continue playing with Teddy � it looked like she was teaching him more words, pointing to things and saying a word associated with it. �Too bad she's leaving tomorrow � he'd have the vocabulary of a six year old within a week of being around her.�
�Aren't you guys worried?!� Ron hissed, glancing back at Hermione to make sure she was out of hearing range. �You should be helping us try to get her to stay home!�
�...Ron...� Harry groaned, his hand moving to his forehead. �You're joking. Please tell me you're joking.�
�Why would I be joking? She's leaving the country, Harry!� Ron whinged, oblivious to the startled looks of the three around him. �That wasn't how it was supposed to happen! We were supposed to get married!�
�...Ron...you haven't even proposed yet.� Tonks pointed out, brow arching to the point that it almost touched the roots of her hair.
�That's not the point.� He complained, glowering at Hermione over his shoulder. �She's leaving soon anyway � why propose now?�
�Oh, I don't know, Ron...because you claim to love her?� Harry told him, rolling his eyes. �Why is it you can't just support her in this? I know you're worried about her � I am too � but you could still show your support for her decision.�
�Support her? Harry, we've never even heard of this school!� Ron snarled, his arms folding over his chest as he glared at his best friend. �How do we know it isn't a trap set by a bunch of loose Death Eaters looking for revenge?!�
�...maybe because I've already checked into it with Dumbledore, and he says it's a legitimate school, and a very prestigious one at that?� Hermione's voice had the group jumping in shock, none having noticed Molly taking Teddy and leaving her to join them.
�Well then why haven't we heard anything about it?!� Ron demanded.
�Ron.� Hermione growled, her hands moving to settle on her hips as she glared at him. �This school isn't in Europe, is it? Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, the Ministry felt threatened by it and ordered it banned from the country? Why do you think I can't tell anyone what the name of the school is? Or anything but that it's in another country?�
The three stared at her, and Lupin's eyes went wide in recognition. Before anyone else could speak, he grabbed Hermione's elbow and dragged her off out of the way, the two setting up wards to keep others out and to keep their voices in.
�What was that about?� Harry wondered aloud, but was left without an answer as Ron stormed off to go sulk somewhere, and Tonks shrugged.
�Haven't the slightest.� She told him easily, linking her arm in his and heading to the door of the Burrow. �But lets go see if Molly needs any help setting up.�
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�Alright, now tell me why the spells were necessary.� Hermione questioned, dropping to sit down next to her former professor, both looking out over the hill and towards the town of Ottery St. Catchpole.
�Mahoutsukai.� Lupin murmured, smiling as she jumped. �...Yes, I know of it.�
�But...Dumbledore told me no one from England has studied there for around fifty years...� She whispered, staring at him in shock.
�No one has...� Lupin let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. �But that doesn't mean no one was given the opportunity. I received a letter � much like you did, I suspect � from Professor McGonagall just exams, telling me of it and my acceptance into it. I was afraid to go because of what I was. I didn't believe their assurances that my being a werewolf was no trouble. Hadn't Dumbledore told me the same? Hadn't he been wrong? ...So I didn't go.�
�Professor...� She began, pausing and shaking her head a bit. �Remus...why are you telling me this?�
�Because you should go.� His response was so simple, so heart-felt, that she was stunned to momentary silence, simply staring at him. �No, listen, Hermione. I know you're afraid. I can see it. And I know it's hard, with Ron fighting you every step of the way � Harry's told me what you've had to put up with, and I saw it myself just a little bit ago. But this is the chance of a lifetime, Hermione. You need to go � for yourself, and for the world. You could do amazing things with the knowledge you will learn there, with the magic they can teach you. Magic that very few in this country could ever hope to understand. Don't let him get to you, Hermione. Your future is your choice. Not his.�
With that, the man dropped the wards and got up, walking off and leaving a very confused, but suddenly more certain, young woman to follow. The confusion was lost in the celebration that met her at the back door of the Burrow, as Fred and George leapt out the door and dragged her around to the area that was usually their makeshift Quidditch pitch, but that was now, in the light of the fading sun, filled with floating lights, laughter, and the smell of food.
To Hermione's surprise, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were among those present, both looking proudly upon their most intelligent student as she threw herself into the party, laughing and talking with all of her friends, refusing to let the dark looks Ron shot her so much as touch her enjoyment.
She was ready, and she knew it.
Author's Note:

Yaaay! Another chappie finished. And I speak from experience with the boyfriend-being-most-unhappy scenario, though mine was much more understanding than Ron (of course, when I get on that plane in two days, we won't be together any longer, but it's okay.) being of a less volatile mindset.

Later!
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