The halls of Hogwarts were quiet. This wasn't the first time they'd snuck through the castle late at night, though it was one of the few times they weren't worried about being caught.

The children who'd chosen to throw in their lot with the Boy Who Lived and the Brightest Witch of Her Age waited within the estates for their new lives to begin, away from the blood prejudice and stagnant society of the Wizarding world. The estates were as prepared as they could be, each closed up tight, warded to a fare thee well and the doors to the Faery realms finally unlocked. Andromeda was with Teddy and some of the older children at Grimmauld to give the Dark house some added stability. The elves had taken the travelers bags of belongings and all they carried were their wands, and in her and Riddick's case, bone knives.

Luna arrived in the entry hall a few minutes after they did and Ginny showed up five minutes after that. One of the elves to whom she'd bound herself had gone to the rebuilt Burrow and left a letter for her parents, retrieving Ginny's belongings and now popped away with Ginny's truck.

Hermione found herself watching Ginny with concern, wondering if the girl would regret her choice at this late hour, but the youngest Weasley was arm in arm with Neville and her attention all upon his face. Happiness lit her expression as Neville kissed her forehead and Hermione smiled.

Riddick's lips against her ear were soft and his words a whisper only she would hear, "Stop worryin' about her. She's bound, right and tight, to Neville, just like Luna and Harry are bound to each other. Ain't like ours but it's a good solid bond. She won't hold us back."

Hermione looked up at her husband, part of her still amazed that she was married. "Excited to go home?"

"Excited to fuckin' see home." He admitted with a grin and she almost laughed aloud. She'd forgotten for a moment that for all it was his homeworld, Riddick was just as much a stranger to Furya as she was. He'd told her that before he'd been pulled into her world and Hogwarts he'd never even been to Earth. He'd spent his life on different planets, none of them his homeworld or Earth. Earth was the past to him. Soon it would become the past to her, Harry and the others. She wondered if that reality had hit Harry yet, that they were truly leaving.

Hermione looked at Harry and smiled slightly, "Did you want to leave the Marauder's Map here? Or give it to George maybe?"

Harry's smile was a bit sad. "I think… I might keep it. See if it works still."

Neville offered them a half grin, "If it does it'd be fun to see the future generations of Weasleys and Malfoys walk through the halls."

Luna laughed, her blue eyes happy, "Of course it'll work. And someday we'll return to this world and bring Hogwarts back with us."

That had given everyone food for thought as they'd walked slowly to the circle.

The centaurs had met them at the forest's edge and Firenze had nodded to them solemnly. "Welcome, walkers of worlds. May your journeys be swift and all perils overcome."

"Thank you," Hermione nodded in return. "May your arrows be swift and your aim true, and may the stars guide you always."

The circle waited before them. It was time.

She could feel every bond she had, freely taken, magic exchanged, promises given, silver, gold, copper and pure white… all of them tied her to others in some way. She was bound to The Potter's Wheel as a Potter. Bound to Harry as his sister. To Bibs and Winky as a friend and family. To Grimmauld as a cousin. Connected to Luna, Ginny and Neville as friends. And Riddick. Bound to Riddick as his wife, his soulmate, beyond magic or place.

She had stood in the center, the others taking their places as points on the pentagram, earth, air, water, fire and spirit. Strangely no one had argued or wondered where to go. Everyone had known their places. Luna to Water, Neville to Earth, Ginny to Fire and Harry to Air while Riddick stood in the point for Spirit.

'What will you Risk? What will you Dare?' Shirah's latest taunt echoed in her memory and Hermione had stiffened her resolve. Opening herself up to the Old Ones had been the most frightening thing she'd ever done. The amount of power that surged through her was like riding a tsunami or a tornado.

Asking the Old Ones to guide her to Furya, that was another terrifying decision, but if she'd understood Gaia and Shirah correctly, she was the one who had to choose. She was bound to all of them, the focal point, and more importantly the one who'd come up with the idea in the first place. If she couldn't take this step, commit to this future completely, then it would all be for nothing.

She fixed her gaze upon the stars, a bright point halfway to the horizon drew her eye and everything seemed to vibrate around her. Hermione concentrated on focusing her thoughts, longing filling her, 'I seek Furya. We are the descendants of the Tuatha de Danan and we choose to go to our home across worlds. Guide us please.'

"Guide me," Hermione spoke the words aloud, not hearing the echo of power in her voice, the way it circled the stones like a whirlwind surrounding her.

Bright light and shadows so deep they were near black.

Pain, hot, sharp, a thousand needles piercing her skin.

Dizzying winds, water roiling around her, ground shaking beneath her feet and an inferno whipping through it all.

Pure white.

Everything was white.

Pure.

White.

Glass.

Silver.

Grey.

Mists and shades drifting.

Blood and Shadows.

Darkness.

Compression.

Breath.

Compression.

Breathe again.

And again.

Twisting, pulling, stretching so tightly she'll tear.

A snap, sensation echoing through her.

Compression.

Another breath.

Voices.

"Wake child. Wake Sorceress. And breathe life into your world." Gaia's voice woke her, its motherly tone still far more powerful than any human woman's could be. Impossible to ignore.

Sun and shadow, dancing across faded grass. Hermione looked up at Gaia and put her hand on the ground where she was kneeling. "Will you help me? I'm not sure what to do."

The Mother of all children smiled and covered Hermione's hand with her own. "Breathe with me child. And we will wake your new home to life again."

Shocking though the power flowing through her was, it was still easier to breathe with Gaia than it had been to channel the power of the Old Ones for the journey. Feeling the deity reach deep into the world and wake the slumbering heart of it, watching tendrils of life creep out and connect, and hearing Furya's heart begin to beat as it reconnected with Faery and magic was extraordinary. Nature wasn't always gentle and neither was creation but Furya wasn't dead and magic wasn't lost.

Still, Hermione was dizzy and swaying with the effort of channeling Gaia by the time they were done.

"Riddick?" Hermione looked at Gaia hopefully. "Where is he?"

"All you must do is call to him," The Old One smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "This is your world. You and he are bound, as you are bound to all your companions. Simply open your heart and call them to you. They, and all to whom they are bound, will join you here. Just as you opened yourself to me, to Ostera, open yourself to Furya."

Hermione took a deep breath and placed her palm flat on the newly woken earth beneath her, finding the heart of Furya with greater ease than she expected, and gently touched it, opening her power to her new home and putting her need into words. 'I need my husband, my family and friends, they are waiting. We must bring them home.'

The joy she felt from Furya was overwhelming. The sense of loneliness and pain suddenly alleviated by warmth and companionship sent power flooding through her. Dizziness blurred her vision and her ears popped as if with a pressure change before a slightly sheepish withdrawal of Furya's power.

When her vision cleared she was in the center of the circle again, the stones gone but her friends, family and Riddick at the pentagram's points around her.

She'd barely begun to rise to her feet, albeit unsteadily, when Riddick's hands clamped around her shoulders and he clutched her to him tightly, his face buried in her hair. "Don't ever fuckin' do that to me again woman," He growled in an uneven voice. "Fucking faded away right in front of me. Longest five damned minutes of my fucking life!"

He was holding her as if he'd never let her go, the new world he was standing on unseen around him. Hermione simply wrapped her arms around him and held on, kissing his neck. "I'm here. I'm fine. It had to be me. I had to choose. Shirah tried to tell me but I didn't understand until a few days ago."

"Fuck Shirah." Her husband growled but relaxed a bit though he still didn't let go of her.

"Let's do a head count," Neville suggested quietly and Harry and the girls agreed. "If we can find the Houses."

Hermione twisted in Riddick's arms and closed her eyes. "They appeared at the cardinal points of the compass. Longbottom Hall is right behind you Neville. The Rookery is to the right. Grimmauld place is to the left and the Potter's Wheel is directly across from Longbottom Hall. They're…" She concentrated a moment. "Oh, they're putting down roots. When they're settled in they'll open their doors and if we want to move then we can. Furya needs to welcome them a bit. Get their magic blended."

"How long will that take?" Harry asked curiously, though without any real urgency in his voice. "Are Andromeda and the kids inside all right?"

Riddick was the one who answered, "They're fine. Didn't feel a thing beyond a little magic vibrating. As for how long? Hard to explain hours and minutes to a planet that goes by seasons and suns."

Luna giggled and flopped back on the newly growing grass. "That makes sense. Though the sooner the doors open the quicker the kids can come out and see their new home."

Hermione and Riddick both looked at each other as Hermione felt an eager little pulse from the world they were standing on. "I don't think it'll be too long, Furya is eager for her people."

Neville pointed at the Rookery which was slowly appearing as a thatched cottage growing out of a hill. "I get the feeling you're right."

Riddick nodded at Longbottom Hall which was fading into view, a sprawling farmhouse with terraces and porches wrapping around it. "Looks like your place is settling in."

Hermione and Harry both turned to look for the Potter's Wheel which was appearing with its typical kiln on the side. It seemed to have been grown out of the earth, stucco and clay with slightly curved walls and a large rounded door.

Ginny laughed as Grimmauld place seemed to appear in the mountain side, a grim stone edifice that bristled with defensive magic and a thick door. "I think Grimmauld hasn't changed much."

Hermione looked up at Riddick as the doors the Houses opened and elves and children alike began to pour out. "We're finally home."

His silver eyes were bright and pleased as he bent to kiss her. "We're home yeah. But I was home the day I met you sweetness. Just took me a while to figure it out." Hermione smiled against his lips and gave herself up to the magic in his kiss.

Author's Note: That's it folks! Hope you enjoyed. Might do something else with this type of crossover but not sure yet. Have a Happy New Year!