"I don't know if judging would be the right word for how I feel. Trying... to understand, but certainly not immediately condemning," Hermione says, sitting straighter and trying to herself of the telltale slouch she's worn ever since her school years. Even since starting to work at the Ministry, it's been hard to shake some habits. Not that she doesn't try.

"You see, to me, Harry was removed from any sort of pedestal the very moment we had our first conversation on the Hogwarts Express. From the moment I realized, in spite of all the amazing feats that he was attributed to, at the bottom of it all was just a regular boy who needed to grow up as much as any of us. I don't see him and think of anyone else. He's a dear friend, but my reasons for missing him are completely opposite. I've known him forever. It's strange, having that pulled away."

She takes in a deep breath, watching Remus thoughtfully. The closest approximation she might have to Remus' situation is that of little Teddy, but even then — having known Teddy practically since birth, he's become his own person, rather than the son Remus and Tonks never had the chance to raise.