Here is the epilogue to Book 3 and therefore the final upload in the third chapter of Avatar Harry's life. As promised the epilogue is on time and thus this story has been complete on schedule, something that for a long time looked like it might not happen. I will address the contents of the epilogue and stuff regarding Book 4 in the post chapter note. All that I will add here is that Book 3 is the shortest book by word count (Book 2 is the shortest by chapter length) and is expected to maintain that status, though Book 5 will also be of a similar length. Nothing more to add here, sit back and enjoy the final installment in Avatar: The Tale of Harry. Book 3: Unity.

Disclaimer: As always I own nothing related to these two great works of fiction.

Epilogue

27 years later, northern Fire Nation

The White Lotus Airship lightly touched down on the outskirts of a small fishing village on the northern coast of the Fire Nation. The door opened and the gangway was lowered to the dry earth of this region of the Fire Nation as a man in his early 70s slowly walked down it.

Despite his age he was still clearly in shape, though he limped slightly from an old wound that had never fully healed even after 9 years. To compensate, he used a fine ebony cane topped with a bright emerald to assist him. He wore simple Earth Kingdom clothes of green and gray and surveyed the nearby village with piercing green eyes. His gray hair was cut short, his beard full and well-trimmed, a contrast the style he had sported in his youth. The Avatar nodded when he confirmed they were in the right location.

"Bring her out." He called back up the gangway, his voice still strong and confident in his 7th decade. Harry had not wanted to do this but the Fire Nation Parole Board had deemed her no longer a danger and he couldn't argue with them as they were the final say when it came to prisoners imprisoned under Fire Nation law. "We are in the right location."

A moment later there was a metallic clink and a shuffling sound as an old woman a few months older than Harry was led down the gangway flanked by two White Lotus guards. All she wore were the gray prison rags she had worn during her years in solitary confinement in the Si Wong Desert. She had a bag of her meager belongings strapped to her back and her long, light gray, hair tied back to keep it from her weary, lined, face.

The prisoner was in full restraints which included leg irons, a belly chain and handcuffs all connected and all made of platinum. Even at her advanced age, no bending abilities and 51 years in various prisons, she was still deemed a high profile inmate and until she was formally paroled she would have to be in full restraints at all times she was outside of a cell.

"Do you recognize this place Hermione?" Harry asked his former nemesis as she set foot on her homeland for the first time in 5 decades.

Hermione looked around at his question, her intelligent eyes sweeping over the landscape. She had not expected to be paroled when she applied for it. Though she had had a few scuffles in Azkaban she had been a model prisoner and with no bending, no following left and being old and probably close to death, she was deemed of little risk and received a lifetime parole from the Fire Nation Parole Board.

However, it had been granted on the condition that she be attached with an ankle monitor and restricted to this village for the rest of her life. She also had to check in with the White Lotus every week and abide by strict parole rules but she could live with that. She had her freedom, she would take the restrictions with it if it meant that she was no longer in prison.

Of course she recognized the place, the Avatar was just annoying her with the question. It was the village where she had grown up with her nonbending, dentist parents and her normal, average, nonbending sister. She hadn't been back here since she was 10 and left for the Elemental Academy but clearly her sister was still living here as she was to take custody of Hermione.

"Of course I do Avatar." Hermione said icily. She wanted to verbally spar with him like they usually did whenever they met each other but she had no energy to do so after half a century in prison. "I haven't been back to this backwater shithole in decades but it hasn't changed much in that time, places like this seldom do."

"Good, then I will go over the rules of your parole now before we drop you off." Harry said as he reached into a pocket of his jacket, pulled out a crumpled scroll and opened it. "In accordance with your deal 27 years ago, you have served the required 50 years in prison. Following a review, you have been granted a lifetime, monitored. parole to be served in your hometown. Due to your status you cannot live alone and as such will be placed in the care of your younger sister forthwith."

Harry looked up from the scroll at Hermione to see if she had any questions. She didn't so Harry returned to the scroll and continued reading.

"In order to maintain your parole, the White Lotus have bought a house here and will be monitoring you while you are on parole." Harry said to make it clear to Hermione that while she had freedom, it would still be limited. "You are required to check in with your parole officer, a member of the White Lotus, once a week at a given time for the next year at least, after which your progress will be reevaluated to see if further freedoms can be granted. Is that understood?"

"It is." Hermione replied clearly eager see the back of him for good. "Now can you remove my restraints for the last time? I am ready to be done with these things."

"Not until we reach your sister's place." Harry said shaking his head as he turned and began to walk towards the town with Hermione and her guards in toe. "You are still in the custody of the White Lotus and until you are formally released from that custody you must adhere to the policies detailing the custody of high profile, maximum security prisoners such as yourself."

"Not that I have been much of a threat to anyone in my entire life." Hermione grumbled from behind him as she was led into the deserted town. With the permission of the Firelord, the White Lotus had instilled a curfew today so that they could have some privacy as they escorted Hermione in. "I have been a savior, a bringer of hope and prosperity but never a threat to anyone who didn't fear me and what I stood for."

"You are the only one alive who still thinks that." Harry noted as they turned down a side street and walked to a house at the end of the street. "Some people here may still remember your time as the tyrant Hermione the Cruel and may not like that you are back. Fortunately for you, it has been so long since your reign many of the survivors have passed on since then."

"Besides, the global war 9 years ago is still fresher in everyone's minds than my benevolent rule." Hermione said as they walked. "That was the worst conflict the world has seen in your tenure. It helped show how great my reign was."

Ignoring Hermione's delusional claims about her rule, Harry's knee twinged with pain at the reminder of the war and he thought about all that had been lost during the worst global war since the 100-year war. Pushing the painful memories of it to the back of his mind, he would always carry the pain of what had befallen the world 9 years ago but now was not the time to think about it. Now was time to hopefully get rid of Hermione for the last time but she was like a bad penny and kept coming back so Harry wasn't certain this would be their las meeting.

As soon as they reached the door, Harry took hold of the knocker and knocked loudly on the door. A moment later the door opened and a small woman with white hair and wearing a simple red dress answered it. She looked like a slightly younger, healthier and less arrogant version of Hermione and Harry nodded to her sister.

When Hermione's parole had been granted, Harry had gone to Royal Caldera City and gone through the records of the Fire Nation to see if she had any family left. That was when he discovered her long lost sister.

After Hermione's reign ended, her surviving family changed their names and disavowed her but hadn't moved. That made it easy to track down Hermione's only surviving relative, her sister, and persuade the woman to take custody of her infamous sister as there was nowhere else for Hermione to go. She was also being paid a large sum of money to look after Hermione, which had helped ensure that she would take Hermione in.

"Avatar Harry on time as I expected." The woman said with a slight curtsy before looking behind him to see her sister for the first time in person since she was a little girl. "Hello Hermione, welcome home. It has been a long time since you were last here"

"Sis, it is good to see you again." Hermione said with a slight choke to her voice.

It was an odd sound for Hermione to make but Harry ignored it. He was here to drop her off, not evaluate her emotions.

"You may release her Avatar." Her sister said after a moment. "I formally take custody of her and will look after her while I am alive and she is on parole."

Harry nodded before he turned to Hermione and produced the platinum key to remove her shackles for what he expected to be the last time. Hermione rubbed her wrists as he removed her ankle cuffs and passed the chains to the White Lotus guards.

"Goodbye Hermione, hopefully this is the last time we shall meet." Harry said as he stepped back. "Do not take your freedom for granted this time. Remember that you should have been executed 50 years ago but you were spared by Firelord Druzok. Then you aided me in bringing the rest of your conspirators to justice which is why you are here and not in that forgotten hole I first threw you in over a quarter of a century ago."

"I know, thank you for allowing me this little freedom at the end of my life." Hermione said it a rare sign of gratitude towards him, a gratitude she instantly withdrew with her next words. "It is less than I deserve but more than I expected so for that I am grateful. Take care Avatar, I do not expect we shall cross paths again in this life or the next."

Harry nodded and turned and walked away with the two guards back to the airship to leave this forgotten part of the Fire Nation. Hermione was no longer his problem, she was finally out of his life for good

Hermione sighed and breathed in her first breath of true freedom in 51 years as she looked around the familiar and yet foreign town around her. She had been overcome by emotion at seeing her sister and what she must have put her family through when she was making the Fire Utopia great again and it had taken all her willpower to no shed a tear for one of her few regrets.

Hermione knew that she had treated her family like shit after she had fallen under Leach's spell regretted that but as he had pointed out, they would have tried to stop her when she was on the right path. At the time it had been for the best but in hindsight, she thought that when she took the throne, she should have probably been better to them. After all, they had given her life and as such had allowed her to seek her destiny, until the Avatar to that from her and ruined her life forever.

"Come on in then." Her sister said bringing Hermione's attention back to the house and she followed her sister into the small house. "Let's get you settled."

"Thank you." Hermione said as she closed the door behind her and looked around their family home. "For taking me in and everything."

"Your room is upstairs." Her sister said ignoring Hermione's thanks as she went to the kitchen to take a pot off the stove. "I laid out a set of simple of my old clothes for you and have put the pot on so we can eat dinner."

"Thank you." Hermione said again as she went to the stairs and began to climb them. She didn't know what else to say so she just left her sister alone in the kitchen.

Hermione could hear the clipped tone her sister spoke to her in and she knew that she would get an earful from her once she was back downstairs and her sister's forced civility finally broke. Hermione figured that she probably deserved it as she had acted as if her family was dead but still, she had done what was best for them when she was ruler, she had done what was best for the entire nation. Surely her sister should be grateful for that at least.

Once Hermione reached the small bedroom, it wasn't the same one as she had grown up in but then again that had been so long ago she couldn't remember it, she quickly changed into the simple red dress that her sister had laid out for her. It was the first set of truly normal clothes she had worn in decades and they felt comfortable, if a bit plain, compared to her prison rags.

The room itself was small with a simple single bed, dresser, attached washroom and desk. However, compared to the various cells she had called home for the last 51 years it luxurious though nothing when compared to her royal chambers in the Palace back when she was treated like the Empress she was. At least she wouldn't have to use the bathroom while others could watched her for the first time in decades.

Once Hermione was ready, she realized that she could smell the scent of a rich meat stew, dumplings and steamed rice coming from the kitchen. She quickly left her new bedroom and returned downstairs to where her sister had laid out two place settings at the small table in her kitchen.

"Wine?" She asked Hermione when Hermione appeared in the kitchen. "I have some local red, it's not great but I can't afford anything special and frankly you aren't worth it."

"It's perfect." Hermione said civilly as she took a seat and waited for her sister to serve her a loaded bowl of stew, three dumplings and a small side of rice and steamed vegetables. "I haven't had anything but toilet punch in decades and that shit ain't fit for human consumption. Cheap wine will be like nectar compared to that."

"I imagine." Her sister said as she poured Hermione a glass before settling herself down at the table with her.

They ate in silence for a few minutes as Hermione savored her first truly edible meal in decades. Her sister's cooking reminded her of their mother's cooking from back when she had still been a young, naive and innocent little girl. The thought brought up happy family memories that Hermione had repressed for years as she had been told that her family hadn't cared for her by Leach but that had clearly been a lie. Now that she was with her sister, she had to inquire about their parents.

"What happened to mom and dad?" Hermione asked finally breaking the silence. "You know, after I left. I, I never checked up on y'all after that."

"Dad died about 15 years ago of old age." Her sister replied and Hermione could detect a note of bitterness in her sister's tone and braced herself for the impending argument. "But he was a broken man long before then."

"How come?" Hermione asked.

"Really, in all your alleged wisdom you don't know why?" Her sister scoffed and Hermione shook her head confused at her sister's accusation. "Well then dear sister let me illuminate you as to what happened to your forgotten family after you abandoned us for the Enlightened."

"I didn't abandon y'all." Hermione said defensively. "I was called by the Enlightened and I answered that call."

It was the truth she hadn't abandoned them, she had been called to a higher purpose. She had left her family because they would only hold her back and try to prevent her from achieving her goals, that was what Master Leach had said. She was doing the right thing but apparently her family hadn't seen it that way.

"Firstly it caused strain on our parents because they didn't know what they had done to make you so angry, so hateful." Her sister said ignoring Hermione's claims. "They raised you right and you turned on them and fell under the teachings of an extremist who turned you against us. All they wanted to do was make sure you had the best life you could want, you had so much potential, especially after you were saved by a traveling healer as an infant."

"What?" Hermione asked confused at her sister's claim of being healed. "I was sick as an infant?"

"Yes but that isn't important right now." Her sister said, implying that it would come up again but not until after she was done talking about their parents. "Remember, our parents sent you to the Royal Firebending School and later the Elemental Academy so that you could get the best education possible. What did you do with that? You got expelled and charged with enough crimes to put you away for life. That was the first time you broke them."

"I was expelled on false charges." Hermione said, again on the defensive despite having the truth on her side. "The Avatar cheated and I acted accordingly. I should have been hailed for my actions but instead I was expelled and charged with crimes I never committed, the first of many times. I had to go into hiding or else I wouldn't have been able to achieve my destiny."

"Yes, your fucking destiny." Her sister spat at her with utter contempt at the idea. "A destiny that saw you murder the benevolent Firelord and take charge of the Fire Nation. I know that in your twisted mind you thought you were doing what was best for the nation at the time but what you did was set the Fire Nation back decades. All the while you were making yourself into the worst tyrant since Sozin. How do you think that affected us, your family?"

"I was only doing what was best for the Fire Utopia." Hermione said not looking at her sister. "I didn't think it would affect you other than to make your lives better. Which it did because my policies did so for all citizens. I did everything for the betterment of all. I removed a tyrant and implemented Enlightened views and made the Fire Utopia the greatest and most equal nation in human history."

"Even after half a century your still unable to admit your faults." Her sister said shaking her head with pity that Hermione felt that she did not deserve for she had done nothing to be pitied for. "Well let me tell you how great your benevolent rule was for us mere peasant, country-folk. First we had to change our names for fear that people would realize that we were related to you and use us to get to you not that you would have given a shit."

"I, I didn't think about that." Hermione admitted. "I assumed that you would be praised for being the family of the Fire Empress, the greatest, kindest, and most benevolent leader in history. That is what should have happened."

"Of course you would think like that, by that point you were so far gone that you couldn't see the truth even if it slapped you in the face." Her sister said shaking her head at her and Hermione saw the tears in the corners of her sister's eyes but the younger woman continued. "Then of course your policies kicked in and you want to know how your policies affected us?"

"How?" Hermione asked hesitantly, knowing that was what her sister wanted.

"Our mother's name is engraved into the caldera as one of the nearly 2 million people who perished because of your reign." Her sister said as the tears began to flow but her anger at Hermione allowed her to continue. "And that is just the ones who died before your arrest, more have died in the years since the return of the Firelord that wouldn't have died had they not lived through your reign of terror."

"How, how did she die?" Hermione asked, for the first time nervousness was in her voice at the idea that her policies had killed their mother.

"She starved to death Hermione." Her sister said, the anger and pain clear in her voice even after all these years. "She starved herself to save me so that I could live and neither dad nor I knew until she died. She sacrificed herself for me, I will never forget that. She starved because your foolish policies caused famines for us back country yokels who lived on the outskirts of your nation and you didn't give a shit about us. If we weren't doing what you wanted then we weren't worth your attention. Over half the town died because of you."

"I … I didn't know." Hermione said not looking at her sister and for the first time truly feeling regret for what she had done as the Fire Empress.

She had known that there were going to be hard times, but she had never seen the famines coming because it was just a sign that the people were not following her laws. It had been their own fault for the famines that was why she didn't care. Had they followed her laws to the letter then they wouldn't have died.

"I didn't think about how some may be adversely effected by my actions." Hermione continued when her sister didn't say anything. She knew she had to defend herself, even if it was clear that she was always in the right. "I did what was the best for all and sometimes individuals fall through the cracks. Sometimes a few must suffer for the greater good of all. All I asked was that they follow my rules to the letter. Had they done so then they wouldn't be dead."

"Yes 1 million is such a small fucking number." Her sister scoffed, clearly indignant at Hermione's explanations of her actions. "Because that's how many died because of your policies not including those you had killed because they threatened your fragile ego, or worked to death in your slave labor camps."

"All I did was legal and necessary to preserve the Fire Utopia and it's Enlightened laws." Hermione retorted. "I only killed those who committed treason and only those who committed crimes were sent to the labor camps."

"Crimes, they were exercising their rights and you didn't like it." Her sister said with an incredulity that Hermione didn't understand. "You just couldn't handle any criticism or defiance and lashed out because of that."

"Criticism of me is hate speech and hate speech is not free speech." Hermione said speaking a long held truth that for some reason no one but her accepted. "All I did was in line with my laws and only my laws are legitimate in the world."

"Clearly you were wrong seeing as the world had different ideas." Her sister said with a dark laugh. "After your arrest dad was happy for the first time in years. You were about to finally face justice for all of your crimes. I was so young when you left I barely remembered you other than as the worst dictator the world has ever seen. As a result, I never wanted anything to do with you and by that point neither did dad. Unfortunately you regime broke dad, he had never recovered from your expulsion so this didn't help. When you killed our mom, that was the final straw. He was never the same afterwards no matter how hard I tried and cared for him."

"I never intended this for y'all." Hermione said. She didn't know what else to say, she had been in the right but even that was not enough for her sister.

"Well it happened and it made our lives hell." Her sister growled angrily. "People eventually found out who we were and we became pariahs because we were your family. It didn't matter that we also suffered, our connection to you was enough to ruin us. I never married or had a family because of you. Dad ultimately passed a shell of the man he had been, again because of you. To his dying day he cursed the fact that he allowed a Death Eater to save your life when you were a baby."

"What?" Hermione asked, shocked at that revelation. "I never knew that. I was saved by a Death Eater."

"Given the direction you were going in, mom and dad never wanted to worry you about it." Her sister said, her anger at Hermione not abating, nor were her tears. "But when you were barely a year old, you got really sick and it looked like you would die. Fate had smiled upon our parents that day because a wandering healer, a Water Mystic who wasn't part of their order, was in town and agreed to heal you. It was he who realized you were a firebender while healing you and that you would do great things in the future. You certainly did great things, terrible but great things."

Hermione just looked at her sister stunned at this. She had never known that her life had almost ended before it had begun. She had never known that her destiny had been saved and ensured by one of her arch enemies, an elitist, pureblood Death Eater.

"We didn't know the identity of that healer until after your arrest when dad recognized him as one of the judges who had come to the Fire Nation to try you and all of those who had aided you in your tyranny." Her sister continued when Hermione failed to respond. "Now that was a shock to be sure but after he got over it, dad wrote to him during the trial and he agreed to visit us and tell us his story."

"Regulus?" Hermione asked remembering the then Crown Prince of the Northern Water Tribe and a Death Eater. He was one of the 5 individuals who had sentenced her to death for the false charges that had been levied against her. "He saved me?"

"The very same." Her sister confirmed. "At the time he was a deserting Death Eater who was trying to avoid his comrades by pretending to be a wandering Water Mystic. He healed you for nothing other than a roof over his head for the night, a hot meal, a newspaper and some fresh provisions for a journey to the Earth Kingdom that he decided to take after healing you. Just remember that you are here today, that you were able to kill the Firelord and enact your reign of terror, because of the kindness and selflessness of a former Death Eater."

"I didn't know." Hermione said again as tears formed in her eyes at what her sister had told her.

She had been spared, given a chance at life by an elitist pureblood monster and she had never known it. For the first time Hermione actually felt bad for some of the shit she had done, especially to her family, and all because of what she had done with the life a Death Eater gave her. It was clear from the conversation that there was nothing she could do to make amends but she would try.

"No you didn't." Her sister said bluntly. "Dad and mom were so happy you had survived that they never thought to tell you. Mother didn't live to the healer's identity and dad had to wait 21 years to learn so it wasn't relevant to you."

"Look, I am sorry for all I did to our family, for everything I put y'all through." Hermione said sincerely as she ate her last mouthful of food. "But I have paid a debt to society, even if I know that I owed society no debt, and now I will do what I can to make it up to you."

"Well you don't have much time left but I guess you can try, the Fire Sages do teach forgiveness after all." Her sister said softening her tone a little and dabbing her eyes with her napkin. "You did spend 51 years in prison, 24 of them in solitary confinement, both including your time before trial, and survived. You should have been executed but I understand why not."

"I agree, they should have executed me when I was sentenced to death." Hermione said and her sister looked shocked at her for the first time over dinner. "It would have made me a martyr, something I deserved to be."

"That is why you weren't and the world agrees with the Avatar and the Firelord on that." Her sister said. "However, after that, you paid some of your debt but you will never fully repay it in this life or the next. However, you are back and we can start from scratch again. I was hesitant to accept you when the Avatar showed up unannounced but now that you are here, we can at least try seeing as you aren't going anywhere."

"Thank you sis." Hermione said knowing it was better than she could have hoped for.

"Good, now I am going to bed." Her sister said getting up from the table. "Please clear and wash up, I am not your slave like you had when you were Fire Empress. You are going to have to pull your own weight around here."

"I understand and thank you for the best meal I have had since my arrest." Hermione said to which her sister just nodded. "And I never had any slaves, they were just prisoners serving work details for their crimes."

"Crimes that unlike you they didn't commit." Her sister said as she turned and went to a back room, closing the door before Hermione could reply.

Hermione sighed, she didn't want to argue when she knew she was right so she just bused the table and cleaned the dishes in the sink. She was not used to this kind of work but if it helped her repair her relationship with her sister she would do it.

Once she was done she went upstairs for her first free night's sleep in a decent bed for over 50 years and the first night not in a shitty cell in years. She had a lot of work to do but she knew that she had plenty of time to do it.

A week later Harry was informed that Hermione had not checked in for her first parole meeting. When the White Lotus dispatched an agent to her sister's house to check up on her, they found Hermione lying on her bed fully clothed with her arms folded across her stomach, dead.

The official story was that she had gone for a nap and had died from her heart attack in her sleep, though a few agents suspected some form of poison but given who the deceased was no one investigated further. Harry was called out to confirm that she was dead, which she was, and after that there was the issue of what to do with her body.

Hermione's will, which was still preserved by the Fire Sages in their historical archives in the Dragonbone Catacombs, had stated that she should receive a full state funeral with all the honors and be laid to rest in a specially constructed mausoleum on the rim of the caldera. Her body was to be preserved and put on display for all to see and pay homage to her for what she had done for the Fire Utopia, complete with dedications of all her countless accomplishments.

Naturally her narcissistic will and attempt to instill a cult of personality that would exceed past her lifetime was deemed unenforceable given her position. The mausoleum had been built during her reign but Druzok had turned it into the central point for the memorial to her victims that was engraved into the caldera. That just left the question of what to do with her body.

Ultimately Harry, and the Firelord agreed, with the consent of her sister who didn't want to bury Hermione with the rest of the family, that Hermione's body would be cremated and her ashes spread on Enlightened Island. This served two purposes for them: first, it would ensure that no memorial to her existed as a way to make her into the martyr she believed she was. Second, it ensure that no one would find her last resting place because the island's location was still classified and would be for the duration of Harry's life.

A week after Hermione's death, two weeks after her release, Hermione was cremated in a private ceremony attended only by Team Avatar, her sister and the local Fire Sage. No words were spoken and once the cremation was over, her remains were placed in a biodegradable urn and handed to Harry by the Fire Sage.

That night Harry, along with his team, traveled across the northern sea alone to the long lost island. None of them had been back since Leach blew it up and none wanted to ever return after tonight. Once they reached the island, they quickly got off the boat and hurried to the center were the crater Leach had made still stood though vegetation had grown back and reclaimed it.

Harry paused at the edge as he unscrewed the urn. He looked at his Team and signed. It had been a long 9 years since the end of the war and they were still suffering its effects and the losses that they had incurred but at least this chapter of their life was finally over with the passing of the last Enlightened.

"Goodbye Hermione and goodbye to the Enlightened." Harry said to the empty island as he threw the ashes into the pit and tossed the urn down after them. "Rest in peace and let your evil never permeate this world again."

Harry put his arm around Ginny's waist and she snuggled into his shoulder. It had taken them 9 years to truly recover from Harry's most recent enemy, though part of them would never recover, but that too was in the past.

Now at last all of his foes were no more, at last he could hope for peace. He held Ginny as they looked out over the night's sky and sighed once more. Finally he had peace, finally all he had fought against was no more. It was time to go home.

I hope y'all enjoyed Book 3 as this long epilogue completing Hermione's story arc is the culmination of all that occurred in Avatar: The Tale of Harry. Book 3: Unity. There are a few notes to make about this epilogue. The first is that is is by far the longest of the 3 so far and likely will be the longest of all 5 when all is said and done. This is because unlike the other epilogues, this one had a lot to deal with and as such it is the length of a standard chapter but essential to conclude Hermione's arc. She will return again briefly in Book 4 and that ties into the second note of the epilogue, it occurs after the events of Book 4. This is the only time that this happens in the entire series and was necessary given Hermione's prison sentence. It also helps give y'all a taste for what will occur during Book 4 without giving away any spoilers. Now that the notes on the epilogue are done, I will now address a little about Book 4.

Book 4 has not been fully drafted, it is about 55% drafted at this point. This is because I have not had the time I have had in the past (Books 1 and 2 were completely drafted back-to-back over the course of 3 months) but with the break before Book 4's release I will finish the draft for it. If there is time I will finish the second half of The Path to Redemption the Regulus spinoff. The ideas and concepts of Book 4 will address a 3rd form of political ideology the way Book 1 addressed fascism and Book 2 addressed socialism and it will be done in a slightly different way. That is all I will reveal right now, y'all will just have to wait until the scheduled release date of June 18th, 2020 for more details and the reveal of the subtitle (and therefore theme) of Book 4.

That is all for this long post story note, as always please like, favorite, follow, review, this story and any questions asked in reviews or PMs will be answered at the start of Avatar: The Tale of Harry. Book 4: (REDACTED). Until Book 4.

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