The last chapter. The epilogue. My finale.

It is almost over- this last one and you are done.

Thank you for making it in this far. Thank you for all your reviews, advice, and encouragement.

This epilogue winds through many years, and two different dimensions. It's not all happiness and joy- there's that, but there is also a dose of tears and sadness. It may be a bit confusing, but you should be able to figure it out. I have faith, my worthy readers.

The shock of landing rippled up through her legs with a painful thrum, but at least she was upright this time. Her body had snapped into place, and with a surge of hope Hermione registered the feeling of rightness that had been missing over the past months.

Holding back a groan, Hermione opened her eyes cautiously, then shut them again. It was bright and sunny- terribly bright on her poor eyes.

Slowly she was becoming aware of voices around her- whatever else it may be, dimensional travel was not easy on the body. Her head was pounding horribly.

"Is it her? What should we do?"

"It could be an imposter, Mr. Weasley-"

"But it's been months!"

"We just have to ask her something-"

"I can do it, we've had loads of times when it's just been me and Harry and Hermione."

Hermione covered her eyes and groaned. "I'll answer what you want, just give me a moment to settle," she rasped.

Her eyes had finally adjusted to the light- she blinked owlishly and looked around. She was on the grounds of Hogwarts- the horribly ravaged grounds. And surrounding her, wands up, were Ron, Ginny, Professor McGonagall, Neville, and Luna.

Now she was suddenly blinking back tears- the faces so familiar and yet so distant in her memory. "Hello, you lot," she said, smiling. "Okay- verify my identity so I can hug you."

Ron had a determined look on his face. "When I came back to the tent. You said something to me where Harry couldn't hear. What was it?"

Hermione nodded. "I told you that if you ever did anything that cowardly and selfishly again, I wouldn't wait for someone else to get to you, I'd kill you myself."

Obviously, Ron wasn't expecting her to know the answer. He flushed, earning a harsh glance from Professor McGonagall. "Miss Granger. What did I give you in your third year at Hogwarts?"

"A Time Turner," Hermione answered easily. "And I gave it back at the end of the year because I dropped Divination and Muggle Studies, and because I was just worn out." She hesitated, then continued. "I cried in your office because for the first time I was confronted with something I couldn't handle."

Smiling dreamily, Luna lowered her wand. "It's her, Professor," she said in her airy voice. "Nargles never lie. It's nice to see you again, Hermione." By her side, Neville grinned at her.

"I agree with Luna," Professor McGonagall said primly. "Come here, dear."

The old Scottish woman held Hermione in her arms. "We thought you were dead, Hermione Granger. Tortured to death."

"I almost was," Hermione whispered, holding back the tears. "So close. Harry rescued me, in a way."

"Harry? Is he- is he here? He disappeared-" Ron struggled to say.

Hermione stepped back from her mentor. "It was Voldemort. He cast something on Harry and I- I was sent to an alternate dimension, but the Horcrux in Harry kept him here until it was destroyed- it really is a long story."

And she would have plenty of time to tell it.

Hermione managed not to break down until she was alone.

Being alone took several days, days that she was surrounded by people who weren't Harry. People who couldn't see how much pain she was in, how alone she felt, how much she ached from missing him.

And now she was alone, sobbing into a borrowed pillow in a borrowed room in Hogwarts. Whimpering, because she was crying and Harry wasn't there to make it all better.

They had tried, so, so hard to hold on to each other. She had bruises on her hand from where Harry's fingers had squeezed impossibly hard to hold on to her. But the wind of wherever they had been had pulled them apart.

"Harry," she wept. "Oh Harry."

"I think she's gone barmy," Ron whispered to his sister. "She waits there every day."

Ginny tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. "You're just now realizing this?" she snapped. "Merlin, Ron. She came back with a wacky story of dimensional travel and killing Voldemort with Harry again and meeting Lily and James. And there is something she isn't tell us. I can feel it. There is something she isn't telling us about Harry."

The siblings watched Hermione, who sat under the tree by the lake. Day after day, she sat there. Some days she read, others she simply sat and waited. She would wait there until long past dark, and she would be there early in the morning before the sun rose.

"She isn't barmy, Ronald," Luna said, coming up behind them, pulling Neville along with her. "Tell them, Neville."

The large man shrugged. "I trust Luna. I know something isn't right with Hermione. I think she's lovesick."

Ron's eyes bugged out. "Lovesick?"

"You didn't notice, Ronald? Look at her left hand next time you see her. She fell in love in wherever she was and she misses that person." Luna blinked and looked at her unadorned wrist. "Oh, look at the time. I'm going to go bring Hermione lunch."

"Are you going to tell us who you married, Hermione?" The summer breeze was light, and the night was quiet. Hermione had been there for three weeks.

Hermione's head shot up, her deep brown eyes meeting Ginny's. "I beg your pardon?"

Ginny crossed her arms. "You are wearing both a wedding ring and an engagement ring, Hermione. Fess up."

She didn't want to tell anyone about her and Harry. She needed him there with her when they told everyone. It didn't seem right to say it without Harry.

"I have to wait," Hermione said, turning away from the redhead. "Ginny, you can't understand. I'm waiting for someone."

"You mean you're waiting for Harry." Ginny's eyes flashed dangerously. "Hermione, you can't do this. Harry is mine. Tell me what happened to him!"

Hermione scrambled to her feet, eyes wide and focused on something behind Ginny. "How long have I been here?" she asked, voice breathy. "Gin, how many days has it been?"

"Three weeks- twenty one days," Ginny said, confused. "Hermione- wait-"

Hermione hugged her waist, joy alighting in her eyes. "He's here, Gin. He's coming- look!" There was a glow forming in an area not too far from the lake, the same spot she had appeared.

"Harry," Hermione breathed, running to the place. "Harry."

The glow was materializing in a shape she was familiar with. His shape. His body. Her Harry.

Ginny was send Patronus messages to her brother, Luna, Neville, and Professor McGonagall. Hermione paid her no attention- she was focused on the form of her husband.

And suddenly, Harry was there and groaning and Hermione was feeling that dizzying rush of love and déjà vu. In the distance three forms were quickly outrunning a fourth, on their way to Harry and Hermione and Ginny.

He was bent over and had his hands pressing his ears and the side of his head, still making the little noise of pain. Hermione reached out slowly and put her hands on top of his. At her touch, his watering eyes snapped open.

"I thought I lost you forever," Harry said hoarsely, green eyes locked on hers. "I wasn't ready to live without you."

Hermione smiled at him radiantly. "My lovely idiot. I knew you were coming. How's your head, darling?"

He grinned in return, straightening. "Fine enough to do this." He swept her into his arms, burying his face in her mane of curls for a moment before kissing her.

The first time they had kissed, it had been full of uncertainty and newness. She had never kissed someone the way she kissed him, and had never been kissed the way Harry had kissed her. This time, it was completely different. This time their lips moved over and against each other like they had done it a thousand times and would do it a thousand more. It was a kiss of familiarity, of glorious homecoming, of reaffirming that which would never change.

His right hand was anchored firmly in her hair and his left was pressing her to him, and she could feel the hard metal of his wedding band pressing into her skin. Her hands had gone around his neck and into his unruly hair, and she was just losing herself in Harry.

They broke apart, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. "I love you," he said, holding her to him more securely.

"I love you, too." It felt like those were the sweetest words that had ever crossed her lips. "I am yours. Forever."

"Mine," he breathed, slanting his lips over hers again. "Wife."

She flicked the side of his head. "You're forgetting something," she said playfully.

His wonderfully green eyes were dancing wickedly. "And I'm yours, of course." They kissed again.

They moved apart reluctantly, holding hands. Harry's thumb was moving over her wedding and engagement rings, and just holding his hand made a happy laugh bubble up in her chest.

Ron was gaping and turning an uncomfortable shade of puce, while Ginny had a rather ugly look on her normally pretty face. McGonagall was beaming, as was Neville. Luna just smirked, an 'I knew this was going to happen' look on her face.

"Is this our people, or is it another place?" Harry asked conversationally, tucking her into the side of his body.

Hermione nudged him. "Are you my Harry or are you another one?"

"Well, let's see," Harry said, still grinning broadly. "I promised to love you forever and a day, until the earth stands still and we have long been dust. Are you my Hermione?"

Hermione squeezed his hand. "I hope you there aren't a hundred other Harrys who recited the same wedding vows to a hundred other Hermiones at the Potter's mansion in 1978."

They laughed at the same time. "Yep," Harry said happily. "Either that's true or you're my Hermione."

"That's good," Hermione said. "And I'm pretty sure this is the right place."

Harry nodded. "How long's it been?"

"Three weeks since I've been here, and ten since you've disappeared," Hermione replied. "Prat. You're late."

"Sorry, love," Harry said. He faced the crowd. "Blimey, I can't tell you how good it is to see all your faces."

They had to get married- again- a few weeks later. Apparently the Ministry didn't acknowledge marriages that had never happened years before they were born and with the groom's dead parents as witnesses.

They had waited until Harry's black eye faded (Ron, apparently, had not taken the news his best mate was married to the girl he'd fancied for years well) and until Ginny had come around and agreed to bridesmaid with Luna.

Mrs. Weasley had yelled, squeezed uncomfortably, wept a bit, then decided she was making the cake. Harry and Hermione had looked at each other and decided not to argue. They had their perfect wedding already once; this one could be a bit strange and it wouldn't hurt a fly.

The honeymoon to Paris was lovely, and Harry and Hermione had lolled around in bed for a few days talking and laughing and (at least on Hermione's part) crying. They were home.

"Lily- Lily, please don't cry," Addie begged. The Italian girl used her thumbs to frantically wipe tears from the redhead's eyes. "Please, Lily."

Resplendent in her wedding dress, Lily sobbed. "It's not right without Hermione," she managed to communicate to Addie. "I miss her."

"I do too," Addie said despondently. "Please don't cry, Lily. She wouldn't want you to cry. She'd want you to go out there and marry James and smile. C'mon. Smile."

The somewhat shaky effort Lily put out wasn't perfect, but it was something. "Good," Addie said, reaching for her wand and carefully siphoning the blotched mascara from Lily's face. "Now let me redo your makeup."

Lily carefully rested a hand on her abdomen, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. "Bloody hell," she whispered."

"Lily?" James voice called. "I'm home. Did you stop at the market on your way from training and get the apples?"

"Uh- no," Lily called back, stepping out of the bathroom and walking over to James. "I got sidetracked."

When he saw her face, James paused from shrugging out of his Auror's jacket. "Lils? Are you okay, love?"

Lily nodded slowly. "I think I'm pregnant, James," she said, putting a hand on her belly again. "I thought I had the flu- remember? But today at training we were going over the signs a Healer looks for to assess pregnancy and I started ticking things off in my head and-"

"Wait- slow down, Lily. Are- are you sure?" James was staring at her, wide eyed. "Holy mother of Merlin-"

"POTTERS!" yelled Sirius, stepping through the Floo and shaking his head to rid himself of the ash. "You will never believe-" He stopped, staring. "Um. Okay. Hello. Want to come up air anytime soon?"

James pulled away from his wife. "Lily's preggers, Sirius!"

Sirius' eyes bugged out. "Holy mother of Merlin. I'm going to go get Remus and Addie! We're celebrating!"

"What do you want to do, now?" asked Harry. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Hermione crooked her neck to look up at him. "I'm assuming you're not talking about what I want to do when I'm finished with dinner," she guessed.

He gave her an absentminded half smile. "You'd be assuming correctly, my dear." He kissed the back of her neck, which had been distracting him since she had put her hair up in twist.

"Hold it, mister, I'm cooking," Hermione ordered. "This is a rare occurrence, so out. We can talk about this at dinner." She pointed the knife at the door of their small kitchen. "Out, Mr. Potter."

Harry sighed. "Very well, madam." He started for the door.

"Oi! Potter," Hermione called. "You forgot something." She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly.

His face went blank for a moment, then a light of realization came on behind his eyes. "Ah. My apologies." He bent and kissed her lips lightly. "When will dinner be ready? If you don't burn anything?"

"You're bloody lucky I'm cooking," Hermione grumbled good-naturedly. "Keep this up and you'll be cooking your birthday dinner. And 'if I don't burn anything' dinner will be ready in half an hour."

She shook her head as he left the kitchen. Just because that man can cook like a house elf does not mean he gets the right to act all high and mighty in the kitchen.

They had been back home long enough to remarry, buy a house, and settle down quite admirably. Hermione had lovely little lab in the back of the house that she used to create spells that she then patented and sold. Harry Flooed to the Ministry on weekdays, aiding in the government restructuring with quiet help from Hermione. Every Sunday they had dinner at a large gathering at the Weasleys, and every Wednesday Neville and Luna stopped by their cottage for a lovely supper and nightcap afterward.

Remus and Tonks had died in the Battle of Hogwarts, much to the Potters' grief. Teddy was now living with Andromeda, who Harry and Hermione visited just about every other day. Teddy was completely enamored with Hermione and her springy curls, and was quite a little menace when it came to Harry's wire rimmed glasses. The little boy had adopted Harry's face more than once, although he insisted on blue hair. It was a balm to the tired, grief stricken woman who was his grandmother, bring a smile to her face.

Life was good. Calm, quiet, routine. The couple was happy.

"Minerva! What a surprise!" Lily exclaimed, surprised to see her former professor at the door. "Come in!"

Somewhat awkwardly with her enormous belly, Lily backed away and gave McGonagall room to get through the door. "Do you want me to put on the kettle for tea?"

"That would be lovely, Lily," McGonagall said, nodding once sharply.

It wasn't until the tea had been sipped and biscuits nibbled on that McGonagall broached the reason for her visit. "I thought you might want to know that the Book has registered that a young Muggleborn witch has shown the first signs of her accidental magic. Her name is Hermione Granger."

Lily choked on her tea, and coughed. "You mean-"

"I do," McGonagall said, breaking into a smile. "And have you decided what you will name your child?"

The mother-to-be shook her head mutely, then recalled her manners. "I- We- James and I were talking about it. We both love Harry, of course, which is probably why Harry was Harry in the first place. But when again, we thought it might be a bit strange for everyone- the boys and of course people who had known them the first time around. A different name might be best- Damien, perhaps, or Charles."

"It's up to you, of course, dear," McGonagall reminded Lily, resting a wrinkled but strong hand on other woman's. "But I do think Harry and Hermione sounds better than Damien and Hermione, or Charles and Hermione."

"Harry!" Hermione called out, staring at the test in her hand. "Harry! It's done!"

Harry burst into the bathroom, green eyes worried. "And?"

"It says yes!" Hermione laughed and hugged her husband. "Imagine. A baby!"

"A little girl with your hair."

"Or a little boy with your eyes."

They kissed quickly. "I need to schedule an appointment at St. Mungo's," Hermione said eagerly.

"I'll do it," Harry said immediately. "The Floo is hard on the knees. I don't want you-"

Hermione raised her hand. "Harry. I'm prolly not even two months along yet. I can kneel on the floor."

"And I can do it for you," Harry reminded her, kissing her quickly. "Would Monday or Tuesday be better?"

"Where is she?" Harry demanded. "Where is my wife?"

The orderly quailed under his hard green eyes. "She's in the fourth room down the hall to the left."

Harry set off at a run, skidding to a halt then pausing in front of the door. He could hear her sobbing within.

"Hermione?" he said softly, opening the door carefully. "Mione? Love?"

She just cried harder.

He climbed into the narrow bed with her, holding her close to him. "I love you," he whispered. "Oh, Mione."

"I couldn't do anything," Hermione whimpered. "There was so much blood, Harry. I couldn't stop it and I couldn't- I couldn't-" she broke down again. "They told me it was a boy."

He just held her tighter as they both mourned their unborn child.

"Harry- Harry James Potter, you will stop that this instant!" Lily scolded, holding her son up to her face level. "Now say sorry to Mindy."

The two-year-old patted the grey cat on the head. "Sorry, kitty," he said. "Mommy, broom back?" He pouted adorably.

Lily shook her head. "Not inside the house, dearest. Let's go into the backyard."

"Okay, Mommy!" Harry shouted, already running for the door. "Outside! Broom?"

Sighing, Lily handed back the toy broom. "Broom," she agreed. "Ten minutes, Harry, and then we need to go inside and make Uncle Sirius a birthday cake."

"Cake!" hollered Harry, already zooming around on the broom. "Cake for Paddy!"

There were two more miscarriages before Hermione carried a baby to more than three months. In that time, Neville and Luna married, as did Lavender and Ron.

Lavender had an adorable four-month-old son named Hugo, while Fleur had a little girl named Victoire. Teddy was a rambunctious toddler. Hermione was miserable and elated in turns.

Now, she was eight months pregnant, and had been confined to bed for the past four. She was worried, nervous, filled with anticipation, and bored to tears.

It had been maddening and achingly sad, the years it had taken for Harry and Hermione to come to terms with reality. Dreams did not always turn into reality. It was anything but easy to go from wanting children to having children.

But now they were so close. So, so close.

"I love you already little one," Hermione said aloud, as was her habit. Anything she read was now also spoken, for the baby's benefit. "So you need to stay put for just a little longer. Although I do want to see your face desperately. And I would rather like to get out of this bed."

The baby stretched and hiccupped, a rather strange feeling. Hermione smiled. "I'm glad you agree. Four more weeks. That won't be too bad now, will it?"

Another little kick. "Well, we'll just have to deal with it," said Hermione. "But we have this delightful new book that Daddy brought me from Diagon Alley. Let's see- Hogwarts, A History, Forty-fifth Edition." She patted her belly. "Excellent choice, Daddy."

"Are you ready to go, love?" James asked Lily, hefting Harry onto his hip. "I'll take Harry in the Floo first, if you'd like."

Lily nodded, looking at her husband in the mirror as she tried to put on an earring. "Can you leave him with Remus and come back for Charlotte? I need to finish getting ready."

"Of course, love," said James. "Two minutes."

Addie and Sirius were getting married- Addie was finally done with school, Sirius was done with the Auror Academy, and both were more than ready to be wed.

It wasn't long before Lily was running into Addie's room, both children left in the combined care of James and Remus.

She bumped into Dorcas on the way in. "Sorry," Lily said hastily. "Hello, Addie! Sorry I'm late, Charlotte didn't want to get into her dress and Harry hated his tie-" she bent to kiss Addie on the cheek.

"It's alright, Lily," Addie said, laughing and hugging her old friend. "Can you do that thing with my hair that you did for Hermione's wedding?"

"Gabrielle," Hermione proposed, one finger tracing a line from her daughter's forehead to the tip of her nose.

Harry kissed Hermione's forehead. "Rose."

Hermione rested her head against her husband's chest. "Sophia."

"Isabelle," Harry proposed. "Or Isabella."

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "No. Yvette."

"Christine? Arielle? Eleanor?" Harry asked. "Mandy, Harriet, Emily, Penelope?"

"Hmm…" Hermione mused. "I liked that one. Eleanor?"

For a long moment, the couple gazed at the tiny face of their little girl. "Eleanor sounds nice," Harry agreed. "Eleanor Lily Potter?"

"Eleanor Lily Potter," Hermione agreed, pressing a kiss to the child's forehead. "It sounds lovely."

Lily sipped her coffee at the breakfast table, reading over the letter than a haughty barn owl had just delivered. "Severus finally got his Mastery," she told James absentmindedly. "And- oh! He's engaged now. A girl he met in the States. Says her name is Rose."

"Nice," James said. "No- no- Lotte, darling, the porridge does not go up Daddy's nose. It goes in Charlotte's mouth."

"Lotte, be a good girl and eat your breakfast," Lily said, not looking up from the letter. "Harry!"

There was the sound of pounding footsteps, and Harry appeared. "I don't want to wear the sweater, Mommy," Harry insisted. "It's ugly."

Sighing, Lily ran a hand through her son's messy hair. "It's cold outside, Harry. You need to wear something warm."

"I don't like the colors!" Harry said angrily. "It's ugly, Mommy!"

"Arms up, Harry," Lily said, brooking no argument. "Up!"

But no matter how she tugged or pulled at the sweater, it firmly refused to fit on Harry's head. "No! No, no, no, no!" By the time she was finished with it, the sweater could have fit a doll.

"James," Lily said wearily, calling her husband's attention to the situation. "Harry's gone and magicked his sweater too small. Can you hand me my wand?"

James fixed his son with a look. "Harry," he said sternly. "Listen to your mother. Ah- Charlotte!" Even Lily had to hold in her laughter as Charlotte dumped her porridge on her father's lap.

"I'm going to change the sweater to blue and red instead of brown and red," Lily told Harry. "And you are going to need to tell the teacher that I just got you a new one, alright? You can't say anything about Mommy changing the colors with her wand."

"Okay, Mommy," Harry said, abashed by his father's warning. "Thank you."

"Neville! I found a compartment!" Harry shouted. "Over here!" Pudgy and round-faced, keeping a firm hold on his toad, Neville Longbottom pulled his trunk behind him until he got to where his friend Harry was.

Harry's trunk got stuck in the door, and he gave it a vicious yank to get it through. With a muttered oath he heaved it up onto the racks above the seats.

A small girl with a head full of bushy brown hair poked her head in the carriage. "Oh-hello. Did you want to sit with me?" She gestured to the rack opposite of where Harry had put his luggage. A brown trunk embossed with HJG was sitting up there.

Harry grinned. "Hey- you have nearly the same initials as me. I'm Harry. Harry James Potter." He stuck out a hand.

The girl took it, grinning to show two large front teeth. "Hermione. Hermione Jane Granger. How do you do?"

Harry's forehead wrinkled. "That's funny- I have an aunt named Hermione. Are you named after the Shakespeare play or the Greek myth?"

"I'm surprised you know of either," Hermione admitted, laughing nervously. "Shakespeare. Do you really have an aunt with the same name?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. Except I've never met her. Are you a first year?"

"I am," Hermione said. "But I'm nearly twelve. I got my letter a year ago- wonderful surprise, really. I'm Muggleborn."

Neville appeared, lugging his trunk. "Harry, you've gotta help me. Trevor got loose."

"Wanna help us find Neville's toad?" Harry asked, shooting a glance at his new friend.

Hermione grinned. "Sure."

"Write every day if you want to," Hermione said, holding back her tears. "Twice a day. Three times." She hugged her daughter tightly, stroking the jet-black curls.

Eleanor grinned weakly. "I think once a day will do. You'll write me every day?" Though she would never say it, Eleanor Potter was worried- Hermione could see it clearly in her daughter's green eyes.

"Every day," Hermione promised, kissing her daughter on her forehead.

Harry opened his arms. "Give your dear old Dad a hug," he instructed, squeezing her tightly. "Don't worry about the Sorting- it will go fine. Let us know tomorrow what House you're in."

"Don't worry, sis," said Jonathan Potter, hugging his older sister quickly. "It'll be fine. I'll bet you won't get Slytherin."

"And even if you do, we'll love you anyway," chimed the youngest, Gabriel. He smirked at his sister, who mussed his own head of curls.

Eleanor's smile broadened. "Thanks," she said wryly.

"Good luck, love," Hermione whispered, holding her daughter tightly. "Say hello to Neville and Luna for Dad and me."

"Cept they'll be Professor Longbottom and- Mione, is Luna using her maiden name?" Harry asked. At his wife's nod, he continued. "Professor Longbottom and Professor Lovegood."

Eleanor nodded determinedly. "The train is going to leave soon. I need to find a compartment."

"Goodbye, sweet," Hermione said, hugging Gabriel to her. For once, her son didn't protest.

The girl waved, already half on the train. "Bye, Mum! Bye Dad!"

"And so she's off," Harry said quietly. "Should I be this worried?"

"Considering what we went through at Hogwarts?" Hermione asked rhetorically. "Of course."

"So this is what Hermione meant when she told me I'd be surprised who I'd fall in love with," Remus said, shaking his head. "James, can you believe it?"

James chuckled. "That you'd marry Sirius' baby cousin? Yeah, no."

"Cradle robber," Sirius threw in. "Blimey. I can't believe Nymphy said yes." He was laughing, until he yelped.

Nymphadora Tonks raised an eyebrow. "Tonks, Sirius. How many times do I have to tell you that-"

"Oi! You're a Lupin, now!" Sirius protested. "What are we supposed to-"

Tonks glared at him. "Tonks."

"Go in peace, my love," Harry said, silent tears running down his cheeks. "You don't need to hang on any more."

Hermione's breath rattled in her chest. "I've said goodbye to all of them?"

Harry nodded, then realized she couldn't see it. "Yes, Mione. Gabe just left with his children, and Emma brought in little Daniel. You've seen our children, and our children's children. And your great-grandson."

She smiled. "He's wonderful."

"He is," Harry agreed. "I love you, Hermione."

Hermione struggled to sit up. "Harry. I'm so glad we've had so much time together."

"Almost eighty years," Harry whispered, crying in earnest now. "Gods, Hermione. I don't want to lose you. I swore I'd never leave you again."

"Death is but-" Hermione tried to say, but ended up coughing.

Harry finished for her. "The next great adventure," he wept. "I think I'll be joining you soon, my love. Wait for me."

Hermione kissed his lips. "Always," she whispered. "Forever and a day."

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