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Chapter 1: Time

"Time, flowing like a river.

Time, beckoning me.

Who knows if she shall meet again,

If ever."

Time – The Alan Parsons Project

18 June 1995 – Ministry of Magic – Department of Mysteries


It was chaotic and disorienting and just so completely laughable.

The fact that a group of grown adults, who followed the darkest wizard of their time, were chasing a ragtag group of fifteen-year-olds through the Ministry of Magic was idiotic to say the least.

The fact that the younger group was winning was even more hysterical.

Hermione Granger wasn't the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She had single handedly constructed the best way to make it to the Ministry in the least amount of time and yet she was still worried that it had been too late when Sirius was no where to be found.

Their luck only happened to get worse when the Death Eaters showed up.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. They were just supposed to save her best friend's godfather and get out of the Ministry, but things in her life never went according to plan.

Now, she was running up and down aisles of prophecies, simply trying to dodge spells and, more likely, curses.

They had split up as soon as Bellatrix Lestrange had thrown a curse at Neville and she'd been running ever since. She had no doubt that it had only been around fifteen minutes, but it felt like forever.

Sweat was dripping from her brow and her pulse was pounding in her ears. Her cheek stung and she knew a curse must've grazed her at some point.

A blast had blown her off her feet and she barely had time to flip onto her back and yell the silencing spell at her assailant.

Above her stood a hooded figure with a ghastly silver mask, his wand pointed down at her.

It wasn't often that Hermione felt outmatched – she'd done well in the past few years – but having a person standing above her in such a way had her blood roaring.

Her attacker's voice was silenced and she knew she had to think fast.


The Death Eater's wand flew out of his hand as he was knocked backwards, his mask flying off. She scrambled to her feet, running towards his wand and grunting when she felt a sharp tug around her ankle. Her face smacked sickeningly against the tile floor and she heard more than felt her nose break.

Without his mask, she was able to stare at the dark brown eyes that were tracking her movements mercilessly.

Antonin Dolohov was just as crazed as he looked in his wanted posters. His dark hair was matted and his cheeks looked hollow as stubble adorned his jaw. She concluded that he was in desperate need of a good bath.

He grabbed her by the back of her jumper and hauled her backwards, her arse hitting the tile almost as hard as her face had.

They recovered their wands at the same time and they both realized they were well matched.

Dolohov slashed the air in front of him, a purple light jetting out from his wand as the same time she casted her own spell.

"Reducto!" She screeched, wand held high from her position on the ground.

Hermione watched in avid fascination as Dolohov's wand exploded in front of her just as she felt a searing pain rip through her chest and abdomen.

Her vision went hazy as she watched clouds of smoke escaping from his wand. Squinting, she tried to make out the figures, but her mind was refusing to focus past the shock that she was now enduring.

"How hard did you hit him, Gid?"

"I dunno. S'pose hard enough," a nearly identical voice replied. "I don't have a want, do I? And his is a bit useless at the moment."

Hermione whimpered, falling back against the tile and staring up at the endless ceiling. She didn't particularly care who these two were, she just needed help. She could feel her blood pooling beneath her as it was getting harder for her to breathe.

"Fuck," the first voice whistled low. Gentle fingers probed her stomach and she hissed in pain.

"I'll get her – "

"You're covered in that arsehole's blood," came the response.

"She's covered in her own blood – "

There was some shuffling before she felt strong arms slide beneath her. Her eyes fluttered open as she bit back a scream of agony.

Green eyes met her gaze and she was startled by the worry she saw mirrored there.

"I got you, little love," the man whispered, securing her against his chest, "Now, where are we? Where's your wand?"

"Got it, Fabe."

Hermione closed her eyes. "M-Ministry," she croaked out, barely on the edge of consciousness. "Death Eaters."

"Blimey, let's get out of here, then," the other man said, "Take her to Molls."

The last thing she remembered was the squeeze of Apparition and a flurry of red hair.

1 July 1995 – The Burrow – Ottery St. Catchpole

Hermione's eyes fluttered open before she could take stock of her surroundings by pretending to be asleep. Her hand flew up to cover her eyes from the sunlight flooding the room. After repeatedly blinking, she could see from the pink on the walls that she was in Ginny's room.

The Burrow?

Sitting up, she gritted her teeth as pain dug into her stomach. When she looked down, she could see gauze peeking out from under her shirt. Her mind flashed back to the Ministry and she stiffened.

Dolohov had hit her with something. Someone had saved her. Someone had made sure she was safe.

Her fingers rifled through the sheets, searching for her wand and she huffed when they turned up empty.

Focusing her magic, she held out her hand a whispered, "Accio!"

Wandless magic was something she'd been practicing since the Triwizard Tournament and it was beginning to get much easier for her. She was lucky that she had had a Time-Turner in third year since she was now considered of age – physically at least – so she didn't had to worry about the Ministry being alerted to her underage magic.

There was a bit of yelling downstairs before her wand soared underneath the door and into her hand. Gripping the want tightly, her brows puckered when she realized it was warm.

"She's awake, she has to be!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at the sound of Ron's voice. She could hear a small of heard of people making their way upstairs to where she was.

There was no time to prepare as the door to her temporary room was flung open and she was assaulted by a mass of redheads.

"Oh, Hermione, dear, we were so worried!" Mrs. Weasley cried, taking the girl's face in her hands and looking her over critically, "Severus has been brewing around the clock. You're lucky to be alive! All three of you!" The matriarch was glaring between the trio heatedly and they squirmed.

Recalling the reason for leaving Hogwarts in the first place, Hermione looked at Harry in concern. "Is Sirius all right?" She asked softly.

"Sleeping at Grimmauld, he's fine," Harry replied, giving her a crooked grin before his face clouded with guilt. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, "Dolohov got you good – "

"Only wish we were there to help –"

" – would've given them a proper seeing to. Bloody – "

" – Death Eater bastards."

She smiled at the twins standing at the end of her bed. She admired how full of spunk they were.

"Let's give Hermione some time to catch up on everything," Mr. Weasley suggested, motioning towards the door, "Ginny, Fred, George, Molly, let's go have a cup of tea."

As soon as the door was closed, both boys were practically on top of her, hugging any part of her that they could reach. She ignored the throbbing of her injury and hugged them back fiercely.

"We were so worried, 'Mione," Harry's muffled voice said against her shoulder.

Ron sniffed, "You went off on your own and never got hit…it was bloody scary."

She pulled away and looked at them both intensely. Ron had a small cut on his forehead and Harry's glassed were broken, but they otherwise seemed safe and whole. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sirius is all right? Truly?" She wanted to double check.

Harry nodded, "Bellatrix got him with a nasty curse, but Remus has been taking care of him. I'm going to see him in a couple days if you want to come – "

"Can I come? I'm going mental here," the redhead huffed, "Mum's always crying. And Bill's coming home soon – "

"What's going on? Why's your mum upset?" She asked, alarmed.

It was one thing for Mrs. Weasley to be crying, but to know the eldest Weasley child was coming home – when it wasn't planned – was worrisome in itself.

The boys exchanged a long look and the dark-haired one sighed. Green eyes met hers awkwardly and he pushed his glassed up on the bridge of his nose in preparation.

"You see," he started awkwardly, "At the Ministry, Dolohov's wand…exploded. There were some repercussions – "

"My uncles are back," Ron blurted baldly. At his friend's warning look he shrugged and continued, "Somehow your magic is tied to them. Or something. I was only half-listening. Mum made treacle tart – "

"When you cast your spell, it rebounded somehow and instead of hurting Dolohov, you caused his most recent murders to be undone."

Hermione blinked owlishly. Her curse had been meant to make Dolohov explode, not his wand – wands couldn't just explode. But how was magic able to be reversed? It wasn't a jinx or hex, but the killing curse. Harry was the only one to survive it and it simply couldn't have been recreated.

"Uncles? As in – "

"Fabian and Gideon Prewett," Harry answered, giving her some back story, "They were in the Order the first time around. They were killed by Dolohov – "

"Obviously," Ron snorted.

" – and they took down quite a few Death Eaters before they were killed. It's been…well, they died before my parents did. Mrs. Weasley is just trying to wrap her head around it and the old twins just want a chance to talk to you. Your magic is linked to them somehow. They can use your – "

"Wand," Hermione whispered, remembering how it was warm when she summoned it. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, it was hard to understand everything that was happening. If the Prewett twins were truly back, that meant that she must've freed them somehow. They'd been gone for over a decade. And they could use her wand? Wands were specific to the witch or wizard that owned them unless they were won in a duel.

"I know it's a lot to take in," Harry said gently, taking her hand and squeezing it, "We can all go to Grimmauld for a little while. I'm sure Mrs. Weasley wouldn't begrudge us spending time with Sirius. And the full moon is in about a week; Remus will need some help."

Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded.

Something told her this was just the beginning.

3 July 1995 – Number 12 Grimmauld Place

The kettle whistled on the stove and Hermione lifted it carefully, mindful of the steam that was trying to assault her. Summoning teacups and saucers from the cupboard, she set about making a tray of tea to take to the parlor.

Sirius had been cleared by one of the Order's healers to begin being mobile again and it seemed that nothing could put a damper on his spirits. She, Harry, and Ron had arrived the day before and she had easily taken up the role of den mother for the little group of misfits.

She carried the tray out of the kitchen and set it on the table between the couches in the parlor. Remus and Ron were in the midst of a chess game while Harry and Sirius were talking quietly. Taking a cup for herself, she sat down and curled her feet under her, avidly watching how Sirius was coping.

Professor Snape had stopped by shortly after she woke up to give her a list of all the potions she needed to combat Dolohov's curse and she had dutifully taken it so she could begin brewing her own; even though the professor owled her the potions daily.

From what he had explained, the curse was meant to strip her power, but it hadn't succeeded. She still had all of her magical faculties and then some in order for the Prewett twins to draw off of her. It was still an awkward thing to think about. The fact that two grown wizards were brought back by her magic was unnerving.

One of them – Fabian, she thought – had tried to stop her from leaving the Burrow, but Harry had ushered her away before he could stop them. It seemed as if Fabian was the more assertive of the two, much like how Fred was, and whenever she was in the room with them, she felt a tug on her magic.

For research purposes, she wanted to get close to them to find out the extent of the bond, but for sanity purposes, she kind of wanted to forget the whole mess had even happened.

"You doing okay, 'Mione?" Harry asked, looking at her worriedly.

Shaking away her thoughts, she swallowed the mouthful of tea and nodded. "I'm fine," she answered, half honestly, "I'm just glad to be out of the Burrow."

"Merlin, me, too," Ron groaned just as Remus took down the former's queen.

"Check mate," the werewolf said proudly.

The redhead huffed, "That's not fair; you've been playing longer than me!"

"Are you calling us old?" Sirius asked, cocking his head to the side as a hint of amusement coloured his voice, "Age just makes us better."

Hermione blushed at the wink he leveled at her and shook her head laughingly.

The group talked animatedly as they all sipped at their tea. It was different for her not to be home with her parents for the summer – Professor Dumbledore wouldn't hear of them coming back to school after the incident – and she knew Harry was more than elated to not have to stay at the Dursleys'. It felt weird, but not in a bad way. It was nice to relax around friends and enjoy herself instead of studying herself sick.

"You've been taking the potions that Severus has been sending, haven't you?" Remus asked when there was a lull in the conversation.

She nodded, "Twice a day as prescribed. I've also been owling him if I feel off."

"He said that there might be a disruption in your magic with the twins back," Remus continued, creasing his brows thoughtfully, "It's important to exercise it every day and see if anything's changing. Fabian and Gideon would like to see you as soon as you feel up to it – "

"If she feels up to it," Sirius cut in, his grey eyes flashing slightly.

"Of course," the werewolf amended, "It's just something that's never happened before. This…occurrence. For a mere teenager to bring back two wizards that have spent almost over a decade dead…well, it's a miracle in itself. And it definitely should be studied."

She gave a small smile, "I completely agree."

9 July 1995 – The Burrow – Ottery St. Catchpole

The morning had been difficult. It had been nearly a week since she left the Burrow and her health had been deteriorating slowly.

It had started with just a headache, which had progressed into nausea and then full out vomiting. Which, as she recalled with disgust, was how she had spent her morning. She had hardly made it to the bathroom and thrown up a silencing spell before she had lost the contents of her stomach in the stark porcelain.

After her bout with the sickness, she had curled up on the tiled floor of the bathroom and simply willed her stomach to behave. It had taken all of the willpower to go back to her room and get dressed enough to go to the Burrow and be presentable.

Currently, she was stepping out of the green flames of the Weasleys' fireplace and trying to smooth down the skirt of the flowy dress she was wearing. However, as soon as her feet carried her out of the floo, almost all of her sickness disappeared. She was so unnerved that she stumbled over her own feet and would've met the floor if a pair of arms hadn't wrapped themselves around her waist to stop it.

Her eyes closed against the feelings that were assaulting her and she spoke without thinking.

"Thank you, Gideon."

The arms around her almost instantly retracted. Opening her eyes, she was met with crystal blue and her brows creased at the strange pull she felt towards them.

"How did you know?" He asked quietly, searching her face for any sort of give away, "No one can tell us apart."

"She's always been able to tell George and I apart," Fred said, announcing himself as he stood in the doorway watching the pair, "She's got a knack for twins."

Gideon gazed at her intently and softly said, "So it would seem."

Hermione noted the way his hair curled past his collar and rested on his shoulders. It was a dark red, almost auburn colour, not as orange as the Weasleys. His eyes were a sky blue and he towered over her – and she had thought Bill was tall.

"Mum wants us all in the kitchen, 'Mione," Fred interjected, breaking the silence.

She swallowed. "Of course," she nodded, removing her eyes forcefully from the man in front of her, "I'll be right there."

"C'mon, Uncle Gid."

Hermione watched as both redheads leave the room and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her hands were shaking from the magic she felt thrumming through her veins. Taking a deep breath, she catalogued her sickness and was surprised that she felt completely normal.

Shaking off her odd feelings, she put one foot in front of the other and went to meet with the Weasleys.

"How are you feeling?" Harry whispered, nudging her shoulder gently, "You were a little late with the silencing spell this morning."

Hermione flushed slightly, peering around the table to make sure nobody had heard. "I'm fine," she replied just as quietly, "Must've been something I ate."

Despite Harry's expression saying that he wasn't convinced, he merely nodded anyway.

"Severus should be arriving shortly," Mr. Weasley said, taking a seat at the head of the table. "Albus won't be able to make it – "

"Is this an Order meeting?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "I don't want the children here if it is."

There was a collective groan around the table before the protests started.

"Mum, that's completely unfair!"

"We're of age! Can't ban us – "

"We went to the Ministry! That should mean – "

"Quiet! The lot of you," Remus growled, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation, "This isn't an Order meeting, Molly. This is more of a meeting to go over what happened at the Ministry. I'm sure Fabian and Gideon had questions."

Hermione's eyes flitted to the twins and she felt her magic become more apparent. As if they knew she was looking at them, their eyes rose to meet hers and she quickly dropped her gaze.

When Professor Snape finally arrived, he fussed over her for a few moments before he began answering questions about the nature of what had happened at the Ministry.

"How could a girl bring back two wizards?" Fabian asked, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, "We've been dead for…much longer than I care to admit. She shouldn't have been able to bring us back. Her magical capabilities should be…eh…"

He trailed off when he saw that all eyes were on him and they definitely weren't happy.

"Blood prejudice is what got us into this mess, Fabian," Remus reminded him quietly, trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's all right, Remus," Hermione said, meeting the redhead's gaze unflinchingly, "I am a Muggle-born. But that has no correlation to my magical abilities. I'm top in my year at Hogwarts and I'm looking into taking an early apprenticeship."

"But – "

"She's the brightest witch of her age, that one," Sirius added protectively.

"Ron's a pureblood and he's still a dunderhead. He's never – "

" – been up to speed with little miss know-it-all," George finished fondly.

Professor Snape snorted and sneered, "How touching. I think I may vomit."

"That's all Uncle Gideon has been doing all morning," Ginny huffed, wilting visibly when the man in question glared at her.

"Hermione was sick this morning, too," Harry piped up, not wanting Ginny to feel bad.

Professor Snape looked between the trio curiously before he flatly ordered, "Get out." When no one moved, he elaborated, "I need to speak with the Prewetts and Miss Granger. Alone."

The kitchen slowly cleared – everyone ignoring Mrs. Weasley's indignant fuss that she was a Prewett.

When the door closed behind the last person, the professor pointed his wand at the door and silenced the room. His black eyes moved between the trio and she felt like an over-eager first year on the first day of classes.

"Mr. Prewett," he started, looking at Gideon, "How long have you been feeling…ill?"

"Since July the second."

"And Miss Granger?"

"Since shortly after arriving at Grimmauld Place," she answered, pulling them hem of her dress nervously, "But I feel fine now. I have since I got here."

Professor Snape steepled his hands together as he thought. His black eyes were alight with knowledge. He was completely still when he uttered, "You're bonded."

"Bonded?" Gideon asked worriedly, his eyes moving to the little witch.

Fabian scoffed immediately, "I'm not feeling anything that they are – "

"You were the one that carried her to safety, yes?" The older man asked, "Maybe if you would go longer without touching her or being in the same place then you would experience the same thing they are."

"Gideon hasn't touched her – "

"She almost fell out of the floo," Gideon admitted, "I caught her."

Professor Snape leaned forward in interest, "And is that when the symptoms disappeared?"

"Yes," the pair answered at the same time.


Fabian looked between the two and sneered, "Well, maybe they're bonded. It might not have anything to do with me – "

"Miss Granger was responsible for bringing you both back," Professor Snape said warningly, "It would only make sense that you're both bonded to her in some way. Now, the nature of that bond remains unseen. However, that doesn't mean that it doesn't exist."

Hermione tried to process everything that the potions master was saying. The fact that she may be bonded to two wizards – both of which were old enough to be her father – was disconcerting to say the least. Granted, they had died when they were in their early twenties, and their bodies hadn't aged a day since then, but their date of birth remained unchanged.

"What kind of bonds do you think would be possible in our situation, Professor?" She asked almost timidly.

"Any bond that is reliant in nature," he answered readily as if he was already making his own list. "Mentor, core, soul."

They all gulped at the mention of a soul bond. Soul bonds were practically unheard of and the thought that she might be soul bound to two wizards was frightening.

"Let's all hope the first two, yeah?"

12 July 1995 – Number 12 Grimmauld Place

"How are you feeling?"

It seemed like such an innocent question. However, it was beginning to grate on Hermione's nerves since it seemed as if every single person was asking her it.

She and Professor Snape had a long talk about what bonds entailed – twins present, but not truly interacting. She had researched them lightly at Hogwarts and now she regretted not knowing more. Gideon had seemed intrigued with the entire conversation while Fabian had looked like he wanted to escape the first chance that arose. Professor Snape had requested that she owl him whenever she feeling even the slightest bit ill and she had been doing just that. Every morning when he owled her daily potions, she'd owl him a note that belayed her current condition.

As far as she knew, Gideon was also participating in the professor's little experiment – she was almost positive that Fabian had refused.

It truly boggled her mind how someone that had treated her so kindly could be so cold when he found out her blood status. Mrs. Weasley had assured her that Fabian was not raised with blood prejudice and that he was just hesitant that what was happening was real. That a girl had saved him and his brother from death, even if it was fourteen years too late.

It's not like Fabian and Gideon were the only ones in shock. The fact that she, Hermione Granger, had brought two wizards back from the dead shocked the daylights out of her. She wasn't aware that she had that much power.


Harry's voice gave her a start and she smiled tiredly at him. "I'm fine, Harry. I just have a bit of a headache – "

"Did you tell Snape?"

Groaning inwardly, she nodded, "I've already owled Professor Snape. He sent me a mild pain potion. It's helped a little."

He regarded her quietly for a moment before he sheepishly said, "I'm annoying you, aren't I?"

"Everything is annoying me right now," she admitted ruefully. It wasn't a lie – she was frustrated as well.

"You've already owled Snape, yeah?"

"Of course. I want his research to be as accurate as possible. There isn't any record of a bond like this," she shrugged, "Well, anywhere that I've read anyway."

Harry chucked, "Something you don't know? What is the world coming to?"

"Oh, shut it," she blushed, grimacing when the pounding in her temple got sharper. It felt as if someone was banging her brain around with a stick.

Hermione wanted to focus on all the books surrounding her in the Black library, but her head wasn't allowing her to think past the pain. Normally, she was able to categorize pain, but there was no way she would be able to this time around. Her eyes were closed, hoping that might relieve the ache.

"You really don't look good," he commented, watching her body language closely, "I'm going to get Remus."

She had no energy to protest as she heard him scurry out of the room.

When Hermione woke up, she was aware of being propped up against something soft and warm, but she didn't have much control over her body.

"Hermione, love?"

She groaned weakly, not wanting to be removed from her warm cocoon.

"I think she's feeling better, Molly," Mr. Weasley's voice said, "How about you, Gideon?"

"Loads better. Merlin, will I always have to touch the little witch?" The pillow rumbled beneath her, "Not that I mind, she's just so young."

"Magic knows no age," Remus said quietly.

Whiskey eyes opened slowly and she realized that she was still in the library. Mr. Weasley sat in the chair across from her while Mrs. Weasley and Remus were standing at the table fixing tea.

Tilting her head upwards, she noticed blue eyes staring down at her in interest. This close to him, she was able to see the freckles across his nose and on his neck. He was quite good-looking – less arrogant than his counterpart – and he seemed softer somehow.

"Good evening, love," he said so softly only she could hear.

Smiling up at him, she whispered back, "Hello."

"Are you feeling all right?"

"Never better."

And for some odd reason, she meant it.

It had taken some time to convince the small group that had gathered that they were both fine. Mrs. Weasley was hesitant to leave them alone, but her husband was always good at nudging her in the right direction. Remus had disappeared with a promise of alerting Professor Snape of the newest development.

All the while, Gideon kept his arm around her, securing her to his side. Whether he was simply comfortable or he was worried she'd run away, she wasn't sure.

It was only when they were alone that he seemed to begrudgingly let her go. She perched on she other half of the couch and observed him silently.

"That's a little unnerving," he said after a long stretch of silence, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Hermione smiled a bit to herself, "I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in."

"The fact that you've got two handsome wizards bound to you?"

"Now you sound like Fabian," she rolled her eyes before she grew somber, "I don't think he'll ever like me."

"It's not so much about liking you," he said slowly, "When we were growing up, our mother taught us that men – wizards – were superior in magic. And even with the muggle-borns at Hogwarts, they were nothing to write home about." He paused, gazing at her fondly, "To know that a girl, a muggle-born girl no less, was able to save him when he couldn't even save himself simply puts him out a bit. He doesn't understand."

She sighed, "That's so sexist."

"That was just the time, love. I'm sure he's worried about being soul bonded to you. You're young and – "

"A muggle-born?"

"Blood doesn't matter to us," he defended instantly, "Fabian's never been one to be told what to do. He was a Prefect, Head Boy, Quidditch Captain…he made his own way while following all the rules – or at least the ones he deemed important. He was well on his way to being Head Auror before…well, before we died."

Her brows puckered. Gideon had an awful lot to say about his brother, but not too much about himself. It reminded her how everyone knew so much about Fred, but not enough about George.

"What about you? What did you want before you died?" She was proud of herself for not stumbling over the word.

Gideon paused for a moment. He thought about it carefully before he said, "I wanted to be loved. I saw Molly settle down and start popping out kids and it made me realize that that's what I wanted. I liked working as an Auror, but I hated going home to a cold bed." He stopped and shook his head, "I was only twenty-three and I was ready for a family.

"Fabian was…different. He wanted glory and to be a hero. I was just content to survive the war. Which didn't happen." He looked at her gratefully. Reaching over, he took her hand and squeezed gently, "You gave me back my life. I can never repay that."

She gave him a small smile in return, "I can't really say that you're welcome seeing as it wasn't intentional, but it was a happy accident. I hope that Fabian will warm up to me eventually."

"He will," the redhead said firmly, "We're bound to you. I…I'm almost positive that you and I are soul bound simply because of how we react together."

"But soul bound – "

"We would have to consummate the bond eventually, yes," he said, guessing her train of thought, "But we would wait. It's not something I'm worried about. Being in your proximity isn't a bad thing, Hermione."

She sat and thought about everything he said for a moment. Consummating a soul bond wouldn't completely satisfy it. She would have to marry him, be with him. But she wasn't ready for all of that. What if she didn't survive the war?

"We don't have to get married," he said gently, reading the worry on her face, "You're young right now. You've got a lot ahead of you. I'm not looking to take that away – "

Hermione shook her head, cutting him off, "It's not about that. It's about the worry that I might not make it to tomorrow. That I might not see the end of the war. Harry's my best friend…where he goes, I go. We started this together when we were eleven years old. We won't stop now."

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