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Remus and Hermione got to develop a great friendship. He cared so much for her and look after her while they're living at Grimmauld. She reminded him so much of himself, her tendency to isolation and overworking until falling hard sleep without thinking nor dreaming. He had found her multiple times sleeping between open books, pieces of parchment and quills on the library floor. Every single time he put a cushion charm on the floor behind her, conjured a blanket and a pillow and left her to rest.
Those little acts of service become a new reality, and it intensified the moment Hermione came back to Grimmauld after obliviating her parents. No one understood better than Remus what it’s like to lose your parents in the middle of an incoming war, feeling lost, empty, regretful, being almost unable to get out of bed, and yet feeling the most selfish person to ever be because there’s a war approaching and an awful lot of people out there are suffering more than you, and will suffer a more than you.
He started to make sure she ate at least three meals per day and got (and got) an acceptable amount of sleep. They grew closer as the days passed by, Remus always tried to distract her, usually by spending a couple of hours in the Black’s library, bonding over classic literature or their favourite books and authors. They read Alice in Wonderland, Hermione’s childhood favourite; and Maurice, Remus’ favourite, as a queer man, reading it during his Hogwarts years made such an impact in him.
By the time the golden trio had to return to the school, they were in a pseudo-father-daughter relationship that had helped them both to go through those horrid summer months at the ancestral home of The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.