A/N OOOOHH THIS IS THE END! im so sad but NEVER FEAR im currently working on a sequel to this story with my wonderful new beta SpicySugar and I hope to have the first chapter posted within the next few months so I hope u all keep checking my space and give it a look when its up.

Thank you to all of my wonderful readers and those who have been reading this from the beginning, I hope u like the ending and dont think its crap.

Anyway, for the last time...ENJOY!

Goodbye!

Lily left the hospital wing before dinner the next day, it appeared that she was completely fine now, as though she had simply woken up from a deep sleep which, as Hermione pointed out, was actually true.
James went down to collect her from the hospital at around four and grinned to see her sat on her bed, fully dressed, eagerly awaiting him even though he was half an hour early.
'Well, I have been in this room for weeks on end, I can't wait to get out,' was all she said when he commented on it. He smiled and took her hand, leading her away from what had been her prison for the past month.
They talked generally as they headed to the common room, their hands linked, the smiles never leaving their faces.
James felt as though he was in heaven. He thought he had literally been in hell since he had watched as Lily was hit by that curse and now that she was awake again he had everything he'd ever wanted though never imagined he would get.
He paused outside the portrait hole and leant down and kissed her. 'You have no idea how amazing it feels to be able to just do that whenever I want to again.' She gazed up at his face and felt a pang of love in her stomach.
'Hey,' she said, 'Thanks for saving my life.' He pulled her into a tight hug, feeling as though he never wanted to let her go, before muttering the password and manuvering Lily into the common room.
'SURPRISE!' The common room was filled with balloons and banners reading 'Welcome back Lily!' and 'Glad you're not dead!' (that one was definately Sirius' doing, Lily thought). All of the Gryfindors were there and also a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. However, the original shout of 'surprise' was covered up by the commontion caused by Sirius falling off the table he was standing on.

'Sirius, no!' screamed Em, frantically yet firmly, wagging her finger at him and wearing a look that mirrored McGonagall.
'Awwww,' he pouted, 'Why not?'
'Because if you dive headfirst off the astronomy tower you will DIE!'
'Fine,' muttered Sirius and sat back down in a huff, glaring sidewards at his girlfriend, in fake anger. She grinned a triumphant grin and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly.
The group were sat in front of the fire in the Gryfindor common room, with Lily's welcome back party going on wildly around them.

They had been sat talking casually for about an hour now, anyone who didn't know them and saw would never have guessed that just the day before they had all been fearing for the life of one of their best friends. They were laughing and joking in a way that they hadn't done in what seemed like ages.

The ongoing threat of the continuous rise of Voldemort had been weighing alot on the minds of everyone for the past year and the extra stress that this particular group of friends had experienced in the last month had brought everyone down to an all time low. It seemed, however, that a party and the relief of Lily not being dead was just enough to wipe Voldemort from their minds at last, and in that moment they were just a group of normal teenagers who weren't living with the threat of impending doom over their heads.

Even, Lily was completely at ease in the moment. She was laughing and smiling with everyone else and felt perfectly comfortable lying in her boyfriend's arms with him stroking her hair. She felt like their time apart had never even happened. The smile hadn't left her face since she had entered the common room with him two hours earlier and he had an identical grin on his.
All of their friends were immensly pleased they were back together and so their good mood had spread around the group.

Two of them, however, happy as they were, was staying fairly quiet.
Harry and Hermione had been exchanging glances all night. Along with the shy smiles that always appear when a couple discovers that they like each other.

They hadn't mentioned the kiss they had shared all those weeks ago. Harry had been understandably distracted by the condition of his mother and Hermione realised that he needed her to play the role of best friend rather than girlfriend so had thought it inappropriate to bring it up. They had merely been pretending it hadn't happened though now Lily was better the pentup feeling were threatening to come out.
The others, of course, had noticed this though they hadn't said anything they all kept giving each other knowing looks, and so didn't say anything when the pair excused themselves early and disappeared into the boys dormitory.

Boy's Dorm
'Erm...Harry?'
He looked up quickly from the quill he had been fiddling with distractedly. 'Yes, Hermione?'
'I think we need to talk.'
Harry nodded in agreement and placed the quill on his bedside cabinet but he found that he didn't know what to say and the pair lapsed into silence and it was Hermione who broke it several minutes later.
'About that kiss before..'
'Yeah?' Harry could feel his hands begin to shake a shoved them into his lap, hoping she wouldn't notice how nervous he was.
'Well, I don't want to pretend it didn't happen.'
Harry nodded, eagerly, 'What do you want to do then?'
Hermione took a deep breath as if trying to build up some courage, Come on Hermione, you're a Gryfindor for Merlin's sake. Just say it. 'I want to do it again.'
There was a cheeky yet nervous grin on her face as the words escaped her lips, though it disappeared immediately as he leaned forward and their lips touched...

They pulled apart and they looked for a moment into each others eyes with wide smiles on their faces.
It was Hermione who again broke the silence. 'Harry, I think we need to go to Dumbledore.'
He looked at her for a moment like he was going to protest but then appeared to see the logic in it and closed his eyes and simply nodded.
He had known it would come to this eventually but he still wasn't prepared for it.
Why would he want to go back to a world where he had nothing? No family, no privacy and that constant hangover that comes with being 'The Boy-Who-Lived'.
Here he had his parents, he had Sirius, he was happy.
He knew that he couldn't stay, it would disrupt the timeline even more than they probably already had. So he simply nodded, unable to actually speak.
With that Hermione took his hand, lacing her fingers in his, and led him down the stairs to the common room, which they were slightly relieved to find was now empty.

'Herm?' they both stopped. 'I don't think I can go home, knowing what is going to happen to all these people here we have grown to love and not do anything about it. I mean my parents and Sirius, their lives are going to be ruined, I have to do something about that.'
Hermione looked as though she had been expecting this, she had thought from that first moment on the train when they realised where they were that Harry was going to want to try and save his parents and she didn't blame him one little bit but she knew he couldn't.
'Harry, you can't, you know you can't.' He nodded, of course he knew, hadn't he just been thinking five minutes ago that him staying here would disrupt the timeline. Stopping someone from dying who should have would have major consequences but it didn't make all this any easier.
Hermione continued, 'If you stop your parents from dying, then you would never be protected by your mother's love and Voldemort would never be stopped.'
Harry nodded, feeling defeated, 'You're right. Of course you're right. Come on, lets go find Dumbledore.'
She looked at him warily but agreed and they left the portrait hole.

'Professer Dumbledore?'

Their headmaster looked up from his desk at Hermione's voice. Harry noticed then for the first time since they had been here that he didn't look any different at all from their time.

'We need to talk to you,' continued Hermione.

'Ah Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you,' the old man had a look on his face that Harry couldn't quite read though he wasn't particularly trying very hard, realised a long time ago that if Dumbledore didn't want you to know something you wouldn't know. Instead, he was concentrating very much on keeping his eyes on his shoes and it was because of this that Harry didn't realise what the headmaster had said. Apparently neither did Hermione.

'Well Sir, me and Har...wait!' Dumbledore smiled at her realisation. She opened and closed her mouth several times, looking rather like a goldfish though no words were coming out.

Harry looked up at her in confusedment, 'Hermione, what's wrong?'

'You know!' was all she could say.

At this Harry's eyes widened dramatically, 'What? How? Do you?'

'Yes Harry, Miss Granger is quite right. I know who you both are and I know that you are not from this time.'

Harry's mouth hung open for a moment before he turned to Hermione who was still staring at their headmaster in awe. 'How did you know he knew?'

'He...he,' she was obviously in shock, this was not how she had expected this meeting to go, 'he called you Potter.'

Harry gasped in realisation, of course Dumbledore had called him Mr. Potter when they came in and they had said his surname was Parker.

Meanwhile Dumbledore was watching the pair in amusement.

Harry absent-mindedly reached over and grabbed Hermione's hand. This seemed to give her the push she needed to regain her senses, 'So then you know why we've come to you. So do you know how to send us home?'

'I have to say Miss Granger that you are a very determined young lady. I had expected you to give up searching the library months ago and just come to me.'

Hermione replied to his statement though not ignoring the fact he hadn't answered her question. 'I didn't want to come to you, I saw you as our last hope and I thought that if you couldn't send us home, no-one could so I didn't want to take the chance that you couldn't. So can you?' She looked at him with pleading eyes though Harry seemed distracted, he was going to miss this world.

'Yes Miss Granger, I can.'

With those words Hermione felt a huge burden lift from her shoulders and losing all sense of control she just started crying hysterically. Harry looked slightly surprised for a moment but regained his senses quickly and hugged her, muttering things like 'it'll be ok' every so often. He was going to have to take control now.

'Ok then,' he said standing up, still holding onto his girlfriend, 'lets do it.'

Dumbledore nodded and started to explain. 'The way I found out about you is through the pictures, here. As you are probably not aware, the people within their portraits as well as being able to move between their counterpart pictures can also move through time to their future selves. This is how I was informed of your identities and this is how I am going to send you home.'

The couple looked vey confused so Dumbledore continued, 'There is a tricky potion which allows me to make you travel through the portraits as their subjects can, this is how I intend to send you home. Now this potion takes 3 months to prepare.'

'What? No, I can't wait 3 months,' exclaimed Hermione.

'You won't have to Miss Granger, I have already prepared it in anticipation of this night.'

Harry smiled and thought about how Dumbledore had never ever let him down.

'Now you need to drink these potions,' he explained, handing them a small vile each, 'and I shall say the incantation which will send you back, or forward depending on how you want to look at it,'

Dumbledore chuckled at his own joke but just then his office door flew open and there stood a very shoched looking Lily and James.

'You're my son,' was all James could say.

Harry nodded.

'And mine?' asked Lily.

Harry nodded again.

'Oh my God,' Lily burst into tears and ran forward to hug her son. 'I knew there was something about you, I knew it.'

'And I knew there was something you weren't telling us that day we came to you to tell you about Harry and Hermione,' James was talking directly to Dumbledore, who was just nodding to confirm their suspicions.

'Wait,' said Hermione, 'You knew as well.'

Lily nodded and explained about how they had heard them talking in the library. They looked surprised to find out they hadn't kept their secret half as well as they thought they had.

'How could you not mention it to us after all this time?' asked Hermione.

James shrugged, 'Was told not to.'

It was then that Dumbledore cleared his throat. 'We are going to have to do this now.'

They all nodded and exchanged hugs, Lily whispering in Harry's ear that she was proud of him, making him flush with pride.

He then took Hermione's hand. 'You two must think of the date you wish to return to,' instructed Dumbledore and Harry muttered the date of the day before Ron's death. Hermione just nodded.

'Ready.' They both drank the potion and heard Dumbledore muttering an incantation.

The last thing that Harry saw was his parents, arm in arm, smiling at them, then he closed his eyes.

'Harry?' he opened his eyes to see Hermione's smiling face.

'Did it work?' he asked, looking around the room. They were stood in his bedroom at number 12 Grimmauld Place. What year was it?

Just as he thought this question Hermione said it and he spun around and spotted a newspaper on his bed. He picked it up, looking for the date.

Hermione was watching him eagerly, waiting for an answer.

'August 7th 1998.'

A smile broke across her face. They were home!

He moved across the room towards her and pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

'Bloody hell!' They broke apart and looked towards the doorway to where Ron was stood with a look of pure shock on his face. 'When did this happen?'

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