"You know… your hair is very unruly."

"Nana," the raven haired young woman rolled her eyes at the old woman, and with feigned annoyance added, "My hair is not unruly because I want it to be. Maybe you and Grampa Harry should have thought about that before you had kids and what a curse you'd be unleashing upon this family."

The old woman laughed at the young witch's retort. At 114 years old, Hermione Potter was still enjoying her life. Although, she has had some sad years the last few years. Most of her friends have passed away. Actually, she was the last of the original group from Hogwarts who fought and defeated Voldemort. But what was worst of all, her husband of 82 years died just a month ago. But the visits by her youngest great-granddaughter were always a source of cheer for her, and Harry when he had been alive, and Hermione always would tease the young witch about whatever she could think of.

Right now she watched the spitting image of Harry self-consciously re-tie her hair into a ponytail at Hermione's comment about how bushy and unruly it was. The young witch's smiling emerald eyes belied the annoyance in her voice. She loved her great-grandmother and looked forward to coming to visit her. Hermione was very proud of her great-granddaughter. Head Girl at Hogwarts, perfect NEWTs, and now was about to start her internship with the Minister of Magic.

"Much better," Hermione teased with a smile on her face as her great-granddaughter was finished with her hair and was looking at her with approval.

Harriet Potter smirked and unfolded a blanket from the bed and placed on Hermione's lap, "There you go," she stood up and looked down at her great-grandmother, "Now I'm going to see about getting you that book from the library downstairs you wanted. Will you be okay until I get back?"

"Oh please," Hermione gave the young witch a derisive look, "I fought Voldemort and your great-grandfather and survived both. I will just fine just sitting in this chair child," she said, emphasizing the 'child' part teasingly.

The young witch, still smirking, gave an exaggerated grunt, "Good thing Grampa Harry didn't hear you say that," she said, "He'd chide you about insulting the second brightest witch of her age. Of course, then you'd remind him that you kicked his arse and I'd be able to enjoy hearing you tease each other again."

Hermione was also proud that Harriet gave as well as she got. "Reminds me a lot of Harry," she thought to herself, "Stronger than both Harry and I together." At the mention of Harry, Hermione smile turned sad. He would have told Hermione off for calling Harriet a child, but he would have enjoyed the teasing as well.

Harriett's smile to turn sad as she realized why her nana's face became saddened, "I'm sorry Nana," she said in sympathy, "I miss him a lot too."

Hermione gave her a nod and smile, "I know," she settled back in her chair, "I miss him terribly," she looked at the wedding photo of her and Harry on her nightstand and smiled, "I can't wait to be with him again."

Harriet just nodded the last comment, "I know Grampa Harry can't wait for you to be with him either," she said with a loving pat on Hermione's arm before quietly leaving the room.

Hermione watched her go and then settled back in her chair and closed her eyes. She felt the silence of the room fill her senses.

"She's right you know," came the all too familiar voice from in front of her.

Hermione's eyes snapped opened in shock and she saw the face of a man she had loved for over 100 years. He was seated on the edge of her bed and looked at her with his emerald eyes full of love for her.

"Harry?" she whispered in shock.

His mouth quirked in a mirror of Harriet's smile a few moments before, "Hi My Love."

She felt her eyes start to tear up at the sight of him, "But… you died?" she said in breathless wonder.

He just nodded. Hermione then saw that he was not the 113 year old man she remembered seeing when she was at his bedside as he looked upon her as his final sight in this world. He was a young man again. He was vibrant and energetic again. As if time had stopped him aging when they got married.

She felt her lower lip tremble, "I've missed you," she choked.

"I've missed you too, 'Mione," he replied with a loving smile.

"But… but how can this be?" she asked still in shock as her logical brain tried to understand what was happening.

He didn't answer her, but stood from where he sat and held out his hand, "It's time to go home, My Love."

Hermione looked at the outstretched hand and just as she started to reach out to him, hesitated. He saw her hesitation and smiled lovingly at her.

"It's okay, 'Mione" he nodded reassuringly, "Everyone is waiting and they can't wait to see you again. Trust me, My Love."

At his last comment, Hermione smiled, took his hand and stood from her chair. She immediately hugged him tight to her and enjoyed having him in her arms again. She released him and gasped when she saw her unwrinkled hand on his chest. She ran her hands on her face, felt the smooth skin and realized that she had transformed into a younger version of herself, the same age as Harry was in front of her. She looked down at her body and suddenly felt energetic and excited again like she had been when she was with him. She looked back up at Harry in wonder at the transformation.

He smiled and chuckled at her reaction, "You are beautiful," he gave her hand a soft squeeze.

She smiled at him and let him lead her to a suddenly bright doorway that appeared. The room around her began to become a brilliant white as she walked closer to the doorway. She suddenly paused, stopping them both just before walking through. She gave Harry a quick look that he immediately understood with a nod and smile. Still holding his hand, she turned back to see herself sitting in her chair and with a rush, her mind was suddenly flooded with memories from her life…

Getting her letter from Hogwarts…

Meeting Harry and Ron for the first time on the train…

Her first kiss with Harry…

Their wedding at The Burrow…

The birth of their three children…

The births of their grandchildren and great-grandchildren…

So many memories she saw again as if she was experiencing them for the first time. She let a tear of happiness fall as she was suddenly filled with joy as she knew… all those people she had loved were waiting for her. She would once again hug her parents, see Ron, Luna, Ginny and the rest of her friends and family, and she would finally meet Lily and James.

She looked around her home once more before her eyes fell upon the old woman in the chair. She gave her old self a smile, almost as if in thanks for such a wonderful life. Then with a deep breath of acceptance and a feeling of excitement, she turned back to the smiling and understanding face of her best friend… her lover… and her husband. With a loving smile on her lips for him equal to his own, she squeezed his hand with a nod, silently telling him that she was ready. Without a second's hesitation… they walked through the brilliantly white doorway hand-in-hand, together again and forever.

A few minutes later, the raven-haired girl returned.

"Sorry it took so long Nana," she said in an absent minded tone as she read the inside cover of the book, "Someone put it back in the wrong place."

She stopped when she received no reply and looked at the chair. She slowly closed the book and looked at her great-grandmother curiously, "Nana?" She saw Hermione looking like she was asleep in her chair, but with a soft smile on her face.

Harriet placed the book on the bed and gently shook her, "Nana? Did you fall asleep?"

After a moment, Harriet lightly put her fingers to Hermione's throat. A few seconds later she slowly lowered her hand and her eyes welled up with tears, "Oh Nana…," her voice choked up and then she started to cry.

She sat heavily on the edge of the bed and cried for a long while, looking at the soft smiling face of the woman who had not just been a hero to the wizarding world, but a woman who loved and cherished her family. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood, knowing that she needed to get help and to tell her family that the woman she had idolized since as long as she could remember had passed away. She grabbed the book from the bed, but as she turned to leave, she saw the glint of something golden in her Nana's hand. Her face twisted in a confused curiosity. She was quite certain that Nana Hermione wasn't holding anything when she had left to get the book. She leaned over and gently removed the golden sphere from Hermione's hand and gasped quietly when she recognized it.

She turned over the golden snitch in her hand, and then smiled when she saw the writing that had just appeared on it.

"I open at the close"

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A/N: That's it! I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I want to thank all the readers who have read this story and thanks to those that reviewed it. It was great to get your encouraging words! Again, I would like to sincerely thank Felicity Danverss as my beta reader for this story. If you did enjoy this story, it's because she helped make it better. And lastly… thanks always and forever to JKR who brought Harry to life, and I am grateful to be able to play in a small corner of that sandbox.