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Somnium Memor	By : marieriddle20 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41511 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/n: This dream is from Chapter 36. There is only a dream this chapter. Thanks Merch for being an amazing beta!
~*~Hermione couldn’t believe Tonks was dead. The Weasleys stood around Remus and Sirius trying to comfort the two. Ron had seen Lavender and Parvati, who were disheveled and holding each other, and had gone over to them. They immediately clung onto him. Hermione had looked for Harry, but realized he never came all the way into the Great Hall, she figured he went to see the memories that he had gotten from Snape. She helped with minor injuries that she could use the few healing spells she knew on.
‘Hermione,’ she heard a whispered voice call from the hallway.
She could sense him, and knew it was Draco before she walked out of the Great Hall. She walked out and relief spread through him at the site of him, he had a cut on his cheek but other than that his look had not changed since she last saw him. She ran into his arms and they held on to each other. They backed into a secluded corner so those who were walking in and out with the injured and the dead wouldn’t see them.
‘Where is Harry?’ Draco asked, not letting go of her.
‘He had to go find a pensive, Snape gave him a memory to look at.’ Hermione explained, then asked, ‘Did you find your parents?’

‘I never made it out of the castle. I could now, but I had to see you and Harry again. What memory did Snape give Harry?’
‘We don’t know. He was...it was horrible Draco...he was dying and Harry went over to him. It was the last thing he did, was give Harry the memories,’ she held onto him tighter, remembering all the blood.
‘Snape is..he’s dead?’
‘Yes, You-Know-Who had Nagini kill him, to gain control of the elder wand. It’s supposed to be the unbeatable wand, one of the Deathly Hallows. Dumbledore had the wand, Snape killed him and gave the wand to Him. It wasn’t working right, so He believed he needed to kill Snape to gain full control of the wand.’
‘But if You-Know-Who has an unbeatable wand….?’
‘I know. I know Draco.’
‘Is he coming back this way?’
‘He should be, he has been gone for a while now.’
It happened quite suddenly. Hermione felt an unbearable pain in her heart. She felt like someone was using the Cruciatus on her heart. She screamed in pain and sorrow as she fell to the floor. Draco fell with her, gritting his teeth, clearly in the same pain.
Multiple people came running toward them when they heard Hermione’s scream. Suddenly, Draco was pulled away from her.
‘Get off her!’ some male voice yelled, but Hermione couldn’t concentrate on who said it.
All her focus was on the pain in her chest and the fact Draco was not touching her anymore.
‘Draco!’ she yelled for him, she didn’t know what the feeling was, but she knew she needed Draco near her.
‘Stop! He’s on our side! Let him go!’ Hermione heard, and was able to grasp it was Ron yelling.
She looked around, her vision was blurry with tears. She felt lost and emptiness in the bond. She started to understand what she was feeling but she didn’t want to believe. She wiped away the tears to look for Draco, but couldn’t see as there appeared to be a protective wall people around her. Many were yelling, and seemed to be asking what Draco had done to her.
‘Malfoy and Hermione are part of a bonded triad!’ Ron yelled over all of them and then there was silence.
The crowd starting moving as people, which she was now recognized as the Weasleys, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Remus, and Sirius, looked at her. She didn’t care as she saw Draco, sitting on the floor, clearly not listening to them. She could see the same loss in his eyes that she felt, he understood, he knew what had happened. Hermione quickly got up and ran over to him, going back to the ground as he wrapped his arms around her.
‘Who...Who is the third person?’ Remus asked, as if he didn’t want to know.
‘Um….it’s Harry,’ Ron answered.
‘No, not Harry,’ Sirius said, pain in his voice.
‘He can’t be...’ Remus said, leaning into Sirius.
‘It is Harry, he was around here not too long ago,’ Ron said, looking around.
Hermione hid her face into Draco’s chest, not wanting to see when Ron realized what happened. They had all seen what Remus and Sirius had gone through when Tonks passed, they would realize Hermione and Draco were going through the same.
‘Ron...I don’t think Harry is….’ Remus started, but couldn’t finish.
‘No...’ Ron said quietly.
Suddenly Voldemort’s voice sounded around the castle again.
‘Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.’
Hermione began to sob against Draco.
Everyone around them began to move. Draco helped her up and they walked outside, Hermione leaning on him for support.
‘NO!’ Hermione could hear the awful scream of McGonagall. She could hear the resulting laugh of Bellatrix.
As more people headed out she heard more gasps and shouts of, ‘No!’ and ‘Harry!’ The first thing she noticed was Hagrid was standing facing the castle, surrounded by Death Eaters, his eyes blurry with tears. In his arms, was Harry. Her heart stopped, she had been trying to tell herself that the pain meant he was badly injured, that she still had time to save him, but know her mind knew what the bond was telling her was right: Harry was dead.
Voldemort was standing a little in front of Hagrid, stroking Nagini's head with a single white finger. The crowd around her began screaming and yelling abuse at the Death Eaters, until Voldemort became impatient.
‘SILENCE!’ cried Voldemort, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, and silence was forced upon them all. ‘It is over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!’
Hermione could tell that Voldemort was using the Imperious curse on Hagrid as he laid Harry down at Voldemort’s feet. She felt Draco’s arm tighten around her.
‘You see?’ said Voldemort, as he strided backward and forward right beside the place where Harry lay. ‘Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!’
‘He beat you!’ yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again until a second, more powerful bang extinguished their voices once more.
‘He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds,’ said Voldemort, and there was a relish in his voice for the lie, as Hermione knew it was a lie, Harry would have never left, but he would have willingly gone to Voldemort if he thought the rest had a chance of survival. ‘Killed while trying to save himself - ‘

Suddenly Neville charged towards Voldemort, his wand pointed at him, but with a flash of light, and grunt of pain; Neville hit the ground, disarmed. Voldemort threw Neville’s wand aside and laughed.
‘And who is this?’ he said in his soft snake's hiss. ‘Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?’
Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh.
‘It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?’
‘Ah, yes, I remember,’ said Voldemort, looking down at Neville, who was struggling back to his feet, unarmed and unprotected, standing in the no-man's-land between the survivors and the Death Eaters. ‘But you are a pureblood, aren’t you, my brave boy?’ Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him,
his empty hands curled in fists.
‘So what if I am?’ said Neville loudly.
‘You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom.’
‘I'll join you when hell freezes over,’ said Neville. ‘Dumbledore's Army!’ he shouted, and there was an answering cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort's Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold.
‘Very well,’ said Voldemort, and Hermione watched in horror, worried what would happen to Neville. ‘If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head,’ he said quietly, ‘be it.’
Hermione was still frozen in shock at seeing Harry’s dead body and couldn't bring herself to do anything as Voldemort waved his wand and the Sorting Hat landed in his hand.
‘There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School,’ said Voldemort. ‘There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice everyone. Won't they, Neville Longbottom?’
He pointed his wand at Neville, who grew rigid and still, then forced the hat onto Neville's head, so that it slipped down below his eyes. There were movements from the watching crowd in front of the castle, and as one, the Death Eaters raised their wands, holding the fighters of Hogwarts at bay.
‘Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me,’ said Voldemort, and with a flick of his wand, he caused the Sorting Hat to burst into flames.
Screams split the dawn, and Neville was a flame, rooted to the spot, unable to move. And then many things happened at the same moment.
They heard uproar from the distant boundary of the school as what sounded like hundreds of people came swarming over the out-of-sight walls and pelted toward the castle, uttering loud war cries. At the same time, Grawp came lumbering around the side of the castle and yelled, "HAGGER!" His cry was answered by roars from Voldemort's giants: They ran at Grawp like bull elephants making the earthquake. Then came hooves and the twangs of bows, and arrows were suddenly falling amongst the Death Eaters, who broke ranks, shouting their surprise.
In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon him; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, ruby handle - Hermione watched as Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort's mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake's body thudded to the ground at his feet- and the fight was on. Draco quickly pulled Hermione out of the way of an incoming red light.
Hermione could hear Hagrid shouting, ‘HARRY! HARRY - WHERE'S HARRY?’
Hermione couldn't stand the thought of Harry’s body being harmed and tried to run towards Hagrid’s voice, but everyone was being pushed into the Entrance Hall She was separated from Draco. She didn’t know what had happened to Harry and there was a war going on around her. She cast spells in every direction. She started working herself more into the crowd looking for Draco, he still didn’t have a wand. She tried using the bond to find him, but she kept feeling pulled in two directions and figured her emotions were affecting the bond.
She was suddenly pulled to the side. A green light shot past her and hit a masked Death Eater, who fell to the ground not moving. She turned to thank her savior and was shocked when she came face to face with Mr. Malfoy.
‘Are you okay, Miss Granger?’ He asked concerned.
‘Yes, thank you, Mr. Malfoy.’ She said, trying to hide the shock in her voice.
‘My son has already lost one member of his triad, I will not let him lose another.’ he said determinedly, as he threw a spell over her shoulder.
‘We got separated, he should be in here but he doesn’t have a wand,’ Hermione explained, as she cast a shield spell to the left of them, which stopped a red beam of light from hitting Mr. Malfoy.
‘I would feel more comfortable if you stayed with me, but I suppose we should separate to find him faster.’
‘I agree,’ Hermione said with a nod.
They headed in different directions, Hermione attacking as many Death Eaters as possible trying to find Draco.
Suddenly, the house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleaver, and at their head, the locket from Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog's voice audible even above this noise :’Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!’
They were hacking and stabbing at the ankles and shims of Death Eaters, their tiny faces alive with malice, and everywhere Hermione looked Death Eaters were folding under sheer weight of numbers, overcome by spells, dragging arrows from wounds, stabbed in the leg by elves, or else simply attempting to escape, but swallowed by the oncoming horde.
She made her way into the Great Hall and she finally spotted him through a crowd. Ron, Neville and Draco were back to back throwing spells, Draco had found a wand, she sighed in relief. She watched as Ron and Neville both aimed at Greyback, who collapsed to the ground.
She saw just in time to duck as a spell zoomed over her head. She looked and saw it was Bellatrix who shot it at her.
‘Confringo!’ Hermione yelled, pointing her wand at the witch, but she easily deflected it.
Suddenly Ginny and Luna were at her side helping. All three battled with Bellatrix, but she deflected everything they sent at her, though they were also deflecting her spells. She had no idea how long they battled her, but they were growing tired. Then a Killing Curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch -
‘NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!’
Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms, Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of the new challenger.
‘OUT OF MY WAY!’ shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three of them, and Hermione, Luna and Ginny backed away. With a simple swipe of her wand she began to duel. Molly Weasley's wand slashed and twisted, and Bellatrix Lestrange's smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witch’s' feet became cracked; both woman were fighting to kill.
‘No!’ Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid.’Get back! Get back! She is mine!’
Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights, Voldemort and his three opponents, McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley and Bellatrix and Molly.
‘What will happen to your children when I've killed you?’ taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her.
‘You - will - never - touch - our - children!!’ screamed Mrs. Weasley.
Bellatrix laughed as Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's stretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared,and Voldemort screamed and McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn were blasted backward, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort's fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb, Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.

‘Protego!’ Someone yelled, protecting Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione watched as Harry suddenly appeared, throwing his Invisibility cloak to the ground.

The yell of shock, the cheers, the screams on every side of :’Harry!’ and ‘HE'S ALIVE!’ were stifled at once. The crowd was afraid, and silence fell abruptly and completely as Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and began, at the same moment,to circle each other.
‘I don't want anyone else to help,’ Harry said loudly, and in the total silence his voice carried like a trumpet call. ‘It's got to be like this. It's got to be me.’
Harry was still alive, she couldn’t believe it. She had felt the pain of his loss disappear from the bond, but she assumed that was how it worked.
‘Potter doesn't mean that,’ Voldemort hissed, his red eyes wide. ‘This isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?’
‘Nobody,’ said Harry simply. ‘There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me.Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good. . . .’
‘One of us?’ jeered Voldemort, ‘You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?’
Hermione jumped as someone grabbed her hand. She looked and realized it was Draco. She gave his hand a squeeze then looked back at Harry and Voldemort. She could feel their bond rattling, it took her a moment to realize that their magic was combining. Hermione didn’t know how they were doing it, it was instinct. She watched Harry and Voldemort, just as Draco was doing, but her eyes were not focusing on the scene. Her concentration was on her and Draco’s magic combining and being sent along their invisible bond to Harry. She felt weaker, and she figured Draco did too, but they were not fighting, Harry was, therefore they were sending their magic into him.
‘You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don’t you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people - ‘
‘But you did not!’
‘- I meant to, and that's what did it. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?’
‘You dare -’
‘Yes, I dare,’ said Harry. ‘I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?’
‘Is it love again?’ said Voldemort, ‘Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, through love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter - and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?’
‘Just one thing,’ said Harry.
Hermione wasn’t sure what happened in the short time since she seen Harry, but he was more confident. More powerful, even before the added power Draco and herself were letting him feed off of.
‘If it is not love that will save you this time,’ said Voldemort, ‘you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?’
‘I believe both,’ said Harry.
Hermione could see a moment of shock on Voldemort’s face, but he quickly hid it and gave a frightening laugh.
‘You think you know more magic than I do?’ he said. ‘Than I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?’
‘Oh he dreamed of it,’ said Harry, ‘but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what you've done.’
‘You mean he was weak!’ screamed Voldemort. ‘Too weak to dare, too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!’
‘No, he was cleverer than you,’ said Harry, ‘a better wizard, a better man.’
‘I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!’
Hermione listened as Harry explained how Snape really was on Dumbledore’s side and how Snape had been in love with Lilly. She gasped when Harry said that Snape’s patronus was a Doe, she realized this meant he was the one who gave them the sword when they were in the forest. She couldn't believe Voldemort was letting Harry talk so much, but she could see that he wanted all the facts before he attempted to kill Harry again. Hermione could tell Harry was trying to explain something about the wands but Voldemort wasn’t getting it, but she figured it out a moment before Harry said it.
‘The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy.’
Blank shock showed in Voldemort’s face for a moment, but then it was gone. Draco squeezed her hand and she noticed that suddenly Mrs. Malfoy was next to her and Mr. Malfoy was next to Draco.
‘But what does it matter?’ he said softly. ‘Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone . . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy . . .
‘But you’re too late,’ said Harry. ‘You’ve missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him.’
Harry twitched the hawthorn wand. Hermione knew that Draco had told Harry to take the wand from him, but due to everything happening so fast when Harry ran to Draco that day at Malfoy Manor he did have to force the wands out of Draco’s hands, before Draco comprehended who was taking them. Either way though, the three of them were bonded, their magic was mixed, they could all use each other’s wands and the wands would respond perfectly. Harry was taking a chance that the Elder Wand used the same rules.
‘So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?’ whispered Harry. ‘Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does . . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand.’
A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur.
‘Avada Kedavra!’
‘Expelliarmus!’
The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Hermione watched as the wand in Voldemort's hand flew into the air and Harry caught it. Voldemort hit the floor. He was dead. Harry was alive. Draco was alive. She was alive. They all three had made it out of the war. There had been a moment of silence as everyone let it sink in, then there was an explosion of celebration.
Hermione could feel her strength go back to normal as her magic left Harry and became part of her again. Everyone was crowding around Harry congratulating him. Hermione and Draco knew they would have the rest of their lives to celebrate, so they backed away from the crowd. They never let go of each other’s hand, but no one seemed to notice. Draco started to lead her toward one corner, and she quickly saw why.
Narcissa and Lucius stood in the corner of the Great Hall, clearly unsure if they should be there or not, but were looking over the crowd, Hermione assumed for their son. They smiled as they saw Draco and herself walking toward them.
‘Draco,’ his mother sighed in relief.
Draco let go of Hermione’s hand and hugged his mother. Lucius put his arm around both his wife and son. Hermione smiled as she watched the small family, she could see the relief in the elder Malfoy’s faces.
The family pulled apart after a moment, and Draco went right back to Hermione. He kissed her forehead then faced her parents.
‘Time for proper introductions. Hermione, these are my parent, Narcissa and Lucius. Mom, dad this is one part my triad, Hermione Granger.’ Draco said, Hermione smiling at his formality when they were in the middle of debris, and all four of them were disheveled and covered in dirt and blood, like everyone around them.
To Hermione’s surprise, Lucius was first to extend his hand towards her. She shook his hand.
‘Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for saving my life.’ Hermione said, looking him directly in the eyes.
‘Please, call me Lucius. And there is no need to thank me, we owe you more than that for….well for everything.’ Lucius responded.
‘What happened?’ Draco asked, looking between his father and Hermione.
‘Someone shot the killing curse at me. Your father moved me out of the way. I didn’t see it until it was too late if it wasn’t for him...’ Hermione explained, her voice trailing off.
Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, holding her tightly to him.
‘Draco, it’s okay. We are all okay,’ she said soothingly, as she wrapped her arms around him.
‘I know, it’s just...I almost lost both of you today,’
‘We’ll at least we both had wands. You didn’t have any, you know how worried we were for you?’ Hermione exclaimed.
‘What happened to my wand, dear?’ Narcissa asked.
‘Fiendfyre. Gregory tried to use it, almost killed us...it did kill...well...he didn’t make it.’ Draco explained.
‘Too many children died today.’ Narcissa said, sadly.
Before anyone could respond, Ron came over. He looked uncomfortable, as he spoke.
‘May I talk to you two out in the entrance hall?’ he asked Draco and Hermione.
Hermione and Draco looked at Narcissa and Lucius.
‘Go, we will be fine,’ Lucius said.
While they had been talking, changes had been made in the Great Hall. Bodies had been moved and the tables were back, though no one was sitting by their house. Lucius and Narcissa went and sat at the nearest table.
Hermione and Draco followed Ron out into the entrance hall and the moment no one else was in view, Harry appeared next to them, taking off his invisibility cloak.
‘Thanks, Ron.’ Harry said, as he wrapped his arms around Hermione and Draco.
They shared a quick three-way kiss.
‘I love you two,’ he whispered to them.
‘I love you too,’ Hermione and Draco said together.
Ron started walking away, but Harry stopped him.
‘Hold on Ron, I want to tell you four what happened and I need to do something. I would like the three of you to come with me.’
All three of them agreed. As they walked, Harry leading the way, he explained what he had seen in the Pensive and what had happened in the forest, and they didn’t have time to express all their shock and amazement, when at last they arrived at the place to which Harry had been leading them.
The gargoyle guarding the entrance to the headmaster’s study had been knocked aside; it stood lopsided, looking a little punch-drunk.
‘Can we go up?’ Harry asked the gargoyle.
‘Feel free,’ groaned the statue.
They clambered over him and onto the spiral stone staircase that moved slowly upward like an escalator. Harry pushed open the door at the top. Hermione notice Harry glanced at the Pensive on the desk.
Suddenly, an earsplitting noise made all of them cry out, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort, but it was applause. All around the walls, the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts were giving him a standing ovation; they waved their hats and in some cases their wigs, they reached through their frames to grip each other’s hands; they danced up and down on their chairs in which they have been painted: Dilys Derwent sobbed unashamedly; Dexter Fortescue was waving his ear-trumpet; and Phineas Niggelus called, in his high, reedy voice, ‘And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!’

Hermione watched as Harry went toward the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster’s chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard. Ron stood to the left of Harry and Draco to the right, and Hermione next to Draco, clutching Draco’s arm.
At last, Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell respectfully silent, beaming and mopping their eyes and waiting eagerly for him to speak. He directed his words at Dumbledore.
‘The thing that was hidden in the Snitch,’ he began, ‘I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I’m not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?’
‘My dear boy, I do,’ said Dumbledore. ‘A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone know else know where it fell?’
‘No one,’ said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.
‘I’m going to keep Ignotus’s present, though, ‘said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.
‘But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!’

And then there’s this.’ Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Draco, Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence. She could feel the power radiating from it.
‘I don’t want it.’ said Harry.
‘What?’ said Ron loudly. ‘Are you mental?’
‘Harry, I think you should….’ Draco started, but Harry interrupted them both.
‘I know it’s powerful,’ said Harry wearily. ‘But I was happier with mine. So . . .’
He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest threat of phoenix feather. Hermione could tell what he was trying for, and she hoped it worked.
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster’s desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, ‘Reparo.’
They all watched in amazement as the wand was repaired. Harry held up his wand and smiled, then he looked back at Dumbledore.
‘I’m putting the Elder Wand,’ he told Dumbledore, who was watching him with enormous affection and admiration, ‘back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won’t it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That’ll be the end of it.’
Dumbledore nodded. They smiled at each other.
‘Are you sure?’ said Ron. There was the faintest trace of longing in his voice a he looked at the Elder Wand.
‘I think Harry’s right,’ said Hermione quietly.
‘That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth.’ said Harry. ‘And quite honestly,’ he turned away from the painted portraits, ‘I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.’
Harry walked out the room and the other three followed. Once down, Harry took Draco’s wand out of his pocket and handed it to Draco.
‘Thank you,’ Draco said as he held his wand in his hand.
‘I’m going to go find Lavender and Pavarti. Or do you need anything else, Harry?’ Ron asked.
‘No, thanks Ron. I just want to find a bed and sleep for about a year,’ Harry responded, as he and Ron hugged each other, then Ron walked down the hall.
‘Hermione, I saved your wand at Malfoy Manor. I had to hide it at the Manor, so no one would realize I took it.’ Draco said.
‘Really?!’ she said excitedly. She honestly thought she would never see her wand again.
‘Yes, we can go get it tomorrow. I’m with Harry, let’s find a bed. I don’t think the Room of Requirement will work.’ Draco said.
‘We’re almost at Gryffindor tower. Let’s just go there and enlarge a bed.’ Hermione said.
Hermione took their hands and led them to Gryffindor tower. They went up to Harry’s dorm. Draco enlarged the bed slightly, did a quick cleaning spell on them, and they all laid down. Hermione had a lover on either side of her, she smiled and quickly fell asleep~*~

A/N: In case no one noticed I posted the first chapter of the companion piece yesterday. Check it out and let me know what you think. I’m working on several other chapters for it, but I’m trying to finish chap 26 for next Friday/Saturday.
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