AN+DISCLAIMER: I own neither the Harry Potter franchise, nor most of the worlds this will likely get cross-overed with. I'm making the story up as I go, if only to get he plunnies moving again, but this will also mean a drop in quality until I've gotten enough to rewrite it. hints, tips and constructive criticism are most welcome.
"You do know", Draco began dryly, "This is an even worse idea than the completely hypothetical time a certain group of gryphindorks that I most certainly will not name out of plausible deniability, escaped Gringotts on a blind dragon, after robbing my aunt's vault."
Ron send a dirty look his way, while Harry and Hermione ignored the guys, in favour of working on the ritual circle that covered both the floor and walls of the Chamber of secrets. "It's not like we have another choice, Malfoy, and you agreed to take part despite it!", came the snapped reply.
Draco shrugged at that answer, "I know, I know. I just wanted my objection to be noted."
They had come together for one, and one thing only. A new chance in life. Voldemort may have been defeated, certainly, but that did not take away the fact that the remnants of that faction, did not die with their lord. The war raged on, and as both sides grew increasingly desperate, increasingly violent, the Statue of Secrecy was broken, shattered to pieces.
If it had happened differently, the two worlds might have been able to merge relatively peaceful. Having been caught on camera multiple times however, both while attacking, and obliviating, the public cried out for blood. And they got it , whether it be pure or impure. Wizarding, half -or muggle born.
While it was only a minority of the public that blamed them unconditionally, the witch hunts had begun anew, despite attempts from the government to stop them. Too many innocents had died already, and even more would die in these retaliation-strike. And they did, they definitely did. Die that is. All this fighting, it was killing the planet.
Caught in the middle as they were, Harry, who had been unable to separate from the Hallows, since she had been declared the Master of Death, did everything she could to stop them, but it wasn't enough, would never be enough. Searching for more time, for smaller costs, and implausible chances, she had found a tome in the Peverell vault, written by the previous Master of Death himself, before he granted the three Hallows to his sons.
Harry had tried to do the same, giving Ron the Elder Wand, Hermione the Resurrection Stone, and her former rival and-kind-of-but-not-really lover the Invisibility Cloak. It did nothing though, nothing but make them as eternal as she herself was, as long as she choose for them to be. Having infinite time did lessen their fervour and sense of urgency a little, but not enough to stop researching.
As connected with magic as they had become, they could feel the world dying, its life fading slowly, even as it attempted to retaliate against the ones destroying her. It was then that they stumbled upon a ritual that was near-perfect for what they had in mind. It would grand them access to the navel of the world, the gate to Yggdrasil, the origin of everything.
The choice to go through with it or not, would have been a lot harder to make, had they not lost everything already. The only thing they had was each other, in an increasingly violent and dying world.
"Done", Hermione tiredly exclaimed after she connected the last few segments to the main circle. "Have you gotten everything memorized Harry..."
The 'teen' in question interrupted her, "YES", she stated impatiently, "No offense Hermione, but we've gone over this over a hundred of times." Hermione blinked stupidly. Pepper-up potions might work well on the body, but it was clear she hadn't slept in three days, with how sluggish her thoughts and responses were. She opened her mouth, and closed it again. She finally settled for a "Sorry, go ahead." And so they did.
With the three bearers standing in the designated places, Harry walked to the middle of the circle. Willing her hand to bleed, the wound appeared, and she smacked it down. The circle began to absorb the blood, and while Harry focused on pouring her magic into it, the three others were responsible for choosing an appropriate realm to move too.
"Let there be peace", Hermione stated, in a voice not quite her own.
She was followed by Draco, "Let there be magic", was his demand, which had the same ethereal quality to it.
Last came Ron, who too, spoke the empowered words needed, "Let there be acceptance."
Having poured all the power she could spare in the circle, which was admittedly quite a lot, Harry willed the Dimensional Gate to open, speaking the arcane words needed. Having called upon and stabilized the portal, they had only a few minutes before it closed on them. Not that they needed that much, having all their supplies ready already.
On October 31st of the year 2593 the last four trained wizards and witches, left this world behind with only the slightest hints of hesitation.