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A/N: I hope you all are liking it so far, I was really suprised to see how many people are following this story! So, Thank you for that! And on with the show!

Harry woke in a room of white. Frantic, he looked for Hermione in this room and finally noticed a patch of brown in the corner of his field of view. He quickly leapt out of bed and ran over to her, clasped her hand and waited. It almost seemed as if time had stopped for him, the clocks had ceased ticking, the sun had halted in motion. All he saw were her beautiful brown eyes open and sparkling at him.

"Harry? How long have you been standing there?" she asked, quickly glancing at the clock at her bedside.

He shrugged in his typical fashion. "I don't know, I was more caught up in the beauty of your eyes." Hermione blushed, then looked around, still holding his hand.

"Where are we? I would say that we're in the Hospital Wing, but since Mrs. Pomfrey hasn't come rushing out and checking on us, that kind of cancels that theory." Hermione said, a puzzled look on her face. As soon as she said that, someone stepped through the door, casting a long shadow.

"You are not in the Hospital Wing, Mrs. Potter. You are in someplace much more special; Camelot." The figure said, stepping out from behind the door. Hermione gasped, swallowed hard then proceded to curtsey deeply. Over their bond, Harry got the feeling that he should be doing the same so he bowed at the waist like he'd been raised to do this for his entire life.

The man chuckled. "Rise, Hermione and Harry Potter. That was very well done, though it was not needed. Since you, Hermione, are my descendant and you, Harry, are her soul bonded, I consider you equals." Hermione resisted the urge to curtsey again at this proclamation.

Harry took one step closer to Hermione and whispered, "Mione, who is this guy?"

Laughing outright now, the "guy" said one sentence that almost caused Hermione to faint. "I am Merlin, father of magic."

Hermione was thinking back to the earlier parts of the conversation, when Merlin had called her "Mrs. Potter". "Wait, Merlin? Why did you call me Mrs. Potter? Harry and I aren't married." At least not yet, she thought ruefully. Merlin chuckled again, "Even if you haven't had a official ceremony yet, your magic recognized the other as its soul mate, therefore binding you together. In the eyes of the Ministry, you are married, and both of you are emancipated. That means you, Harry, no longer have to stay at the Dursleys, while you, Hermione, no longer have to stay with your adopted parents. Because of Hermione's ancestors, she is ruler of the Wizarding World, as you probably already know, and she is now offically Headmistress of Hogwarts. Right now, Dumbledore is trying to get out of his office which the castle locked when you two finalised your bond."

"Wow." Harry said, gaping at Merlin like a fish out of water.

Hermione smacked him and said, "Very eloquent, Harry. Nicely done. Way to impress the father of magic." Merlin had a look on his face saying that he had seen that coming, but didn't say anything else.

"Hermione, be strong. Harry, take care of her." and with those parting words, he stepped back through the door and was gone. Hermione could feel the real world tugging at her consciousness and stepped closer to Harry, taking his hand. "We have to go back, Harry. Can't you feel it?"

Harry had long since recovered from the swat Hermione had delivered and said, rubbing his forehead, "Yeah. I can feel it. Let's go." And then, they were gone.