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Here we are at the end of the story. Enjoy!

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Chapter Three

Chuckling she shook her head no. "I don't have a license to kill. That's you." Leaning back, she remained quiet as the waiter with their food came in.

After being served their meals, she sipped on her water and went on with what she was speaking about. "Haven't you ever asked yourself how you're so well known?" He stared at her. "Didn't you question when you started your first job as a Double Oh, how was it that everyone already knew your name?"

He frowned at that. "I never put much thought into it. I had a job to do."

"Yes, you did," she murmured. "But you don't now. You haven't had an assignment in months. And you've had nothing but time to think, haven't you?" When he said nothing, she asked, "Have you ever heard of a movie titled 'The Princess Bride'?"

Frowning he muttered, "What does that…"

"I'll take that as a no," she interrupted and then said, "This would be so much simpler if you had, but there's nothing to do about that now." She studied him a moment. "There's power in a name, especially an established name. And MI6 realized this very early on. It develops a certain mythos all its own that no amount of gossip can diminish. In fact, it is that very same thing that increases the power of that name. Makes it bigger than life itself, if you will."

"And what does that mean?"

"There's been a 'James Bond' in the Double Oh program since its inception," she told him. "It's part and parcel of being the .007. A person can work towards being a Double Oh agent, but you earn the number and thusly the name."

"James Bond isn't my real name?" he asked, his voice a bit hollow.

"No, your name is Linus O'Conner," she replied. "You were born Irish, but raised in England since you were in your teens. You joined the military young and worked your way up the ranks. It was there that you caught the eye of MI6, and you eventually ended up working there."

"But you still haven't told me what your job is!" he snapped.

"I'm trying to," she said calmly. "I'm part of your transition team. The team that will help you back into the life of Linus O'Conner."

Clearing his throat, he asked, "How?"

"My position has been around for as long as yours has been. Before me there was a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore. He has since passed on. And so now I do what he once did."

He just stared at her, saying nothing.

"I give you a new life with everything you wish to have in it and nothing you don't. If you have a request, you have to but ask for it and it's yours."

"The nightmares…"

"Gone." He blinked at her. "Do you think you were the first to live through hell and had no wish to recall it even in dreams? This process took years to fine tune, but in the end it was decided to wipe the memories. This was supported by the evidence when the first James Bond made a reappearance back in 1983. It was a messy business and he was eventually dealt with. Albus was still new at this when he dealt with the first one. Something tells me that he only wanted the man to be happy, but he didn't know how to do so."

"You're going to wipe my memories? All of them?"

"Only those as James Bond," she told him. "You'll also be given new ones, along with a life better than you would have ever have dreamt of as Linus O'Conner."

"I am James Bond!" he snapped.

"He's a part of who you are now. It's impossible to deny it." She looked at him more intently and told him, "But James Bond is immortal. He will live on regardless of who carries the mantel." When he pulled out his gun, she shook her head and muttered, "Violence? Really?" She absently waved her hand and the gun went flying out of his grasp, making him gasp. "Regardless of who does my job, where it is to happen or even when—this will happen eventually. I was hoping you'd be amendable to it, given everything you've been through. There's a very big, beautiful world out there and you don't have to kill or be a spy to be a part of it."

His fists went tight. "I have no choice then?"

"When and where, but that's about it I'm afraid," she murmured. "I'm sorry."

"So am I!" He moved to make a quick strike, but she was gone. Looking around, he jumped up and searched the room, but she wasn't anywhere there.

Rushing out of where they had been, he looked around the restaurant frantically. But he couldn't find her. He went out onto the street, looking as he had before. But again, she couldn't be found.

Meanwhile, across the street, invisible to his eyes was Hermione Granger. She had hoped to be able to find out the kind of life he had wanted. Oh well, there's nothing to be done about that now, she thought as she pulled out her wand.

"Obliviate," she breathed, hitting the man and sending him staggering into the door to keep himself upright. Next was the other memory charms that would implant the new memories. Having changed out his wallet earlier, she didn't need to worry about that. Hopefully the tickets to Tahiti she magically planted into his inner jacket pocket would have him taking his first real vacation ever would start him off in a life he deserved.

Her partner, Blaise Zabini, came out dressed as the maître d looking very worried. Catching his arm, he asked, "Are you okay, Mr. O'Conner?"

"Yes, yes," he said, shaking off the dizziness. "I'm fine. Just been working too hard is all." Linus pulled out the ticket and waved it. "I best be on my way. That bonus for all that work I just finished up."

"That's great, sir. Good luck," Blaise murmured, and they watched as he walked away towards a new life.

Hermione pulled out her telephone and called M.

"Is it done?" the older woman asked her.

"Yes, it's just finished up," Hermione told her. "He's on his way to Tahiti as we speak."

"And what's going to happen then?" she asked.

"He'll meet the woman of his dreams and retire to obscurity," she said casually. "It may not be happily ever after, but it beats living the rest of his days as James Bond."

"Yes, indeed it does," M sighed. "Good work, Miss Granger. When should we expect you back?"

Blaise was yanking off his tie, as he crossed the street to join her. "I will be going to visit family in Italy and Paris. My team and I will be back in time to help with the selection of the new James Bond in six weeks."

"Very well," M murmured. "See you then." And she hung up.

Hermione went to tiptoe and kissed her husband's lips lightly. "How's the hand?"

"I healed it," he told her. "How is it that you knew that I was going to burn myself using that laser?"

"My Grandfather was the Quartermaster for the better part of thirty years," she told him. "How could I not know that laser was going to burn you?" Worrying her lower lip, she asked, "How did it go with Zander?"

"Smoothly as expected," he murmured, cupping her face and stroking her cheek with his thumb. "He'll be happy where he is, love. I made sure of it."

Hermione nodded to this. They had made the plans for Zander together, as she had wanted to ensure that the older man would be happy where he ended up. James Bond hadn't been the only position within MI6 that was mobile from person to person. The Quartermaster position and the position of Miss Moneypenny were as well. Miss Moneypenny had been taken care of by Severus Snape the week before and the new Moneypenny was currently in training. As for her Grandfather, as he had died while in the post, his memory hadn't been wiped. The same couldn't be said about the man before or the one to come afterwards—unless the newest Quartermaster dies while still in the post as well. But the chances of that happening were slim.

"Let's go, Hermione," he said, holding out his hand to her. "Our portkey to Milano and Severus awaits."

Smiling she slipped her hand into his and the two went on their way towards as ordinary a life as either of them would ever know.

The End!

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And that's it! Thanks for joining me along for the ride. I saw that there wasn't any Hermione Granger stories in the James Bond crossover section. This was something I saw I must fix! Review to let me know what you think. And until next time, iyi olmak (Turkish).