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Well this is the last chapter to this fic. Thank you for everyone's support and reviews. I don't know when the sequel will be posted but there will be one.

Reisi's POV

His silent vigil over his young friend was interrupted by absolutely chose.
Lord Prewitt barged through the doors, making a beeline for his blood adopted daughter, Hermione Jane Prewitt, who had woken up thinking she was Hermione Jane Krum nee Granger. Honestly, Reisi could understand her panic. His own last memories of their previous world was of dying. Then Apollo had awakened his memories of that world here.

Hermione went silent, barely responsive. Hadrian winced when words of St. Mungos were thrown into the air, along with mental instability. Then, he scoffed. They were acting as if she had tried to commit suicide. Gideon Prewitt's lips had thinned into a disapproving scowl.

The Blue King felt for the man. If his only child acted that way he wasn't sure what he would do. His only experience with children was Harrison and young Anna. Both were wise beyond their years. If childish at times.

With young Harrison drugged with dreamless sleep, it seemed things would have to wait until morning. Or until Prewitt left. Given how protective he seemed of his daughter. That wasn't going to happen any time soon.

They couldn't explain what happened with him there. The Dark Lord and Severus Snape were had enough. To let more people in on the secret would be disaster. There wasn't much he could do. He was only one king after all.

"I can fix that," Apollo said as everyone in the room sans himself and Hermione froze. Apollo appeared besides him, beaming. "Why, Hello Blue King."

Reisi's mouth went dry. No matter how many times he met this God, it made him nervous. Still he hid it behind his mask of indifference.

He said folding his arms across his chest, "I thought you weren't bringing anyone else across. What happened?"

Apollo shrugged. "Shit happens."

Hermione blinked before she came to her surroundings and demanded, "What the hell is going on?"

Apollo's lips stretched into a contagious grin. "Why hello there, little miss."

Hermione's bottom lip quivered. "What — where is Viktor – my daughter — what the hell, Munakata?!"

Reisi winced. "First of all I'm alive again," he started weakly. "And he's not a Potter anymore."

"What?"

Hadrian sighed. "It's a long story. He's Harrison Rodux now. In our previous world I died and our bond was broken. In turn that broke him in ways that you couldn't possibly imagine."

Hermione stared before her eyes flickered towards Apollo. "Who's he?"

"Apollo, the Sun God, God of Poetry, Music, Healing, Prophets etcetera etcetera, you know the deal." Hadrian said.

Hermione stared, blinked. Her thoughts rumbled inside of her head; she was grasping straws for a logical explanation but she knew that for as long as she knew her best friend, someone like this was always bound to happen.

Then, after a tense silence, Hermione sighed. "Alright, give me all the details — leave absolutely nothing out."

Apollo and Harrison didn't dare. After a long hour of explanation, Hermione fell back in the hospital bed. She rubbed her face, tears threatening to be exposed.

She laughed, sharply. "This always happens to us, doesn't it?"

Reisi nodded, replied with a wry smile "Apparently,"

Hermione then sat up, staring intensively at Apollo. "This doesn't explain why I was chosen to come here, in this world. I was perfectly happy—"

Apollo cut her off with narrowed eyes. "That's a lie. You were practically the walking dead when Ron sacrificed himself for you to live. If it weren't for Krum and I, you'd have been quite happy wallowing in bed until you passed away. You were in a black hole of depression — don't you dare deny it, Hermione Jane!"

Hermione blinked before she burst into sobs. This wasn't Reisi's strong suit. He held the kid when he had nightmares or when things became to much for him. This was way out of his league however. Apollo was staring at them, a sad glint in his eyes that didn't belong. Hermione managed to grab a hold of her emotions for the time being, sniffling sedately.

"Would you like me to make your transition into this world easier?" Apollo asked quietly.

Hermione looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Yes – thank you."

Apollo moved closer.

"I-Is Ron coming back?" asked Hermione tearfully.

Apollo gave her a small smile. "I can't tell you that, Miss Prewitt, since I truly don't know. I'll give you both a heads up if something like this comes up again."

"What do I tell them?" Hermione questioned, panicked. "I Apparated onto Hogwarts grounds, something that's virtually impossible!"

"Accidental Magic sweetie," Apollo smiled softly. "They'll understand. You can spin the tale of the terror you witnessed at Nightingale, you forgot where you were for the time being, and Apparated to where you felt safe."

"But this worlds' Hermione has never been to Hogwarts before," Reisi pointed out.

"Yes," Apollo said calmly. "But Hermione's magic knew that you were at Hogwarts, therefore her magic responded as a magical locator, like a portkey specifically keyed to a single person."

"And they'll accept this?" Hermione was hesitant. There were so many loopholes in this explanation.

Apollo shrugged. "Magic does work in mysterious ways, you know."

"Wonderful," Reisi drawled underneath his breath. "We're being told to lie by the God of Truth."

Apollo rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I'll begin the merging memory process now."

Hermione closed her eyes, feeling Apollo's warm fingers on her forehead. The immortal whispered a chant in Ancient Greek before Hermione was taken away by a wave of memories.

Reisi used that moment to ask the question that was bugging him, "Why bring her here now? You gods have been acting strangely. Bringing her in now just doesn't make any sense."

Apollo sighed and said, "When we brought, Little Wolf here we thought he could finally be happy. As you know Lady Fate likes to use him as a punching bag. There's a new war coming Munakata. The Kings will have to pull together to survive it. Don't let, Little Wolf run off by himself when the enemy is revealed. I cannot tell you who he was. Just that the revelation will threaten to break him. He will need you especially, Blue King. You are his bonded king. If anyone can help him through what is to come it's you."

Who could possibly break his young friend so terribly? There were few people from his past that would hurt, Harrison like that. Then again it was a new world with new enemies and allies. Those who were once friends could be enemies. Those who were once enemies could now be friends. No one came to mind. Apollo already said he couldn't answer the question he so wanted to ask.

Reisi's blue eyes trailed to where Harrison lay. The steady rise and fall of his chest comforted the older man. He was alive and safe at least for the moment. What was to come could wait until tomorrow.

Harrison's POV

When he came to the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in pain. Reisi must have brought him straight to the hospital wing. Scenting the air the first he noticed was an ocean scent to his left. The wolf in him rumbled with contentment. She was safe and unhurt. On the other side was a scent of green tea and ice. A smile crossed his face. Reisi...

Opening his eyes he saw Reisi sitting next to him. The man was leaned back in a chair his eyes shut. By the steady rise and fall of his chest the man was asleep. He was wearing his white undershirt still. Harrison flinched at seeing the heavy bloodstains. Deep down he knew the man wouldn't leave his side willingly until he was awake. Even to change his shirt. His jacket was laid across the back of the chair and a blanket laid partially across him.

Turning his head he saw Hermione also in a chair. Like Reisi she had a blanket laid partially across her. She was in a green dressing gown. The same thing she had been in when she landed on him.

Hermione was like Reisi was in that in that instance. They would never leave him alone with injuries. At least they wouldn't do that willingly. It was amazing that Pompfrey didn't kick them out. Then again both of them were extremely stubborn. It would take more than irrate nurse to make Reisi leave.

As Harrisom moved to sit up he placed weight on his injured shoulder. A whimper escaped his lips and immediately Reisi sat up his eyes wide with fear. Slowly the fear faded as their eyes met.

Reisi said softly, "Good you're awake. How do you feel?"

Harrison rasped, "Shoulder aches."

He looked over at his shoulder noticing that there wasn't even a scar. He was grateful for magic once again. The bite wounds would have scarred tremendously. They were too big to leave to heal on their own and too ragged to be sewn cleanly.

Reisi said picking up a vial from the bedside table he hadn't noticed before, "The medical witch said that if you needed to you could take this."

From the color and the smell that came off of it Harrison knew it was a pain relief potion. The scent was like the flowers found in open fields. While it tasted horrible the scent always relaxed him.

The pain faded as the potion began to work. He laid back against the bed as he asked, "Where is everyone?"

Reisi smiled as he replied, "It's only four in the morning, kid. They are likely still asleep."

When Harrison frowned in thought but Reisi put an end to that with his next statement, "Your father and uncle didn't leave until the healer forced them to. It was an agreement between us that I would stay. Miss Granger refused to leave your side as you can see."

That out the hurt that tried to build up in his chest fade away. It surprised him how attached he had become to the two men in such a short time. Was it because they cared like few adults had in his life? Or was it that he was finally content with his life? Friends were coming from the other world. He didn't know who all would make it or when. All he knew was that a select few came he cared deeply for.

Something that Hige said bothered him. Someone was leading scent seekers. By the sound of it they were being led down a dark path. From experience he knew the scent seekers would only listen to one of their own. One who could outfight and outwit the other members. Few he knew for that bill. The possibility of it being someone new was strong. Then again it could still be someone old who was stronger than before.

Sleep began to edge around his consciousness again. He didn't need to look at Reisi to see the silent command. Only time and rest would heal his wounds.

A/N Thanks for your support of this fic. A very special thank you to Keltic Kat who has been helping me as a beta. I look forward to seeing you all during the sequel I'll keep on wandering. Keep an eye out for it some time next year. Will of Hounds out.