Remus thinks about Hermione's response for a moment, but frowns lightly once he's digested it. He pours them both a cup of tea, his hands lingering on the warm handle of the pot.

"It isn't that I put Harry on a pedestal, believe me -- nor have I ever. Nor would I ever. But it is also impossible to view him outside of my context. Not completely outside of it. Maybe that's the trouble with relating to someone so much younger. No matter how well I may get to know him, he will always remind me, at least a little, of where he came from."