Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books, I do how ever own the plot in this little venture into the Potter verse.

Chapter 2

Death... ?

Still naked and sitting on the white bench in the middle of the completely white railway station Harry and Hermione talked about what had happened to them. Both of them admitted their undying unending love for each other. Both making a promise that no matter what happened next they would stay together for all time, they would never be parted again by anything or anyone.

As they chatted they were suddenly clothed in jeans and a tee shirt, just as Harry had pictured earlier, then a new, larger bench appeared in front of them and four people suddenly appeared. "Hello Hermione dear," Sarah Granger said quietly to her granddaughter.

Hermione would have been shocked had the two teens not already accepted that they were dead. "Hello Nana, have you come to collect us?" she asked smiling at the grandmother she had loved so much, as they hugged each other for a short time.

"No dear, your granddad and I just wanted to see you again, so we took this small opportunity," was all Sarah said as she reached out and patted Hermione's hand as she sat on the bench opposite Harry, "Lily and James here have some things to tell you though before we go back."

Hermione gave her grandfather an enthusiastic hug before she sat back down with Harry. Granddad Granger leaned over and kissed his granddaughter on her cheek and whispered "Hello sweetheart," before he sat next to his wife to listen to what the elder Potters had to say.

Lily Potter stepped forward with her arms out stretched and pulled Harry into a tight hug before saying "Hello son, we missed you so much, last time I held you, you were just a babe and now look at you a full grown young man, we are so proud of you and how you turned out despite all the odds being stacked against you," she said as tears slipped down her pale cheeks.

They were joined by James Potter who wrapped his arms around his family and held them tight. After several seconds they pulled Hermione into the family hug before they all sat back down. James took a deep emotion filled breath before deciding to begin saying what he had been told to tell his son. "So Harry, not even death could separate you from your beautiful wife then, I think maybe some introductions would be ok right about now, don't you?"

Harry and Hermione both turned to stare at James as though being dead had robbed him of his senses, "Mum, Dad, this is my best friend Hermione, she's not my wife, she's not even my girlfriend," Harry spluttered while Hermione nodded her head in agreement with him.

"Harry dear, you and Hermione have been married for almost seven years. You completed the bond that night in the girls' toilet when you saved her life. She's your soul mate, did you never wonder why you 'had' to go and find her when that Troll was loose in the castle. Did you never wonder why she meant so much to you that you were reckless enough to jump on a full grown monstrosity like that. Did Dumbledore or McGonagall not tell you about Hermione's change of name and your change of status, never mind, you needn't answer that one, that manipulative old…"

"Lily language, you know we're not allowed to say such things," James said quietly while putting his arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace.

"It's true though Harry, Hermione, you are a married couple. Soul bonded for all time. Dumbledore should have told you. Harry that's why you came here with Hermione when the Weasley's killed her, once you had bonded one of you simply could not live in the world without the other because you are two halves of the same soul. Now there is something else you should know, neither of you were meant to die, it was a most unexpected mistake, but the fates simply never took into account the Weasley jealousy and temper, or what it might lead too.

There was no way to know or to expect they would both lose control at the same time and cast lethal curses at one of you. What it boils down too is… you should not be here for many, many years yet, your place in the next life simply isn't ready for you and won't be for, well, for some time yet, so it has been decided by the maker that you have to go back. Your deaths are a mistake of the fates. You are not yet ready to move on to the next great adventure as Dumbledore called it, besides we still have no grandchildren yet and we were expecting at least a few from you two.

Harry and Hermione found themselves being welcomed into the families of both the Potters and the Grangers, receiving hugs from all four of the older people. Both of them were still trying hard to accept what they were being told, they were man and wife for all eternity, already soul bonded for seven years. Smiles slowly formed on their faces as they looked at each other with loving eyes as they both realised where their feelings for each other had led them, and they thought of having their own children. Neither were really paying much attention to what was being said until Sarah gave them both a gentle slap on the back of their heads.

The young couple were still sitting in the station staring at the four people in front of them who were all nodding in agreement. The two young ones had been told they had to go back, they could not go back to where they were when they died so the fates had chosen a different time for them to re-enter the world of the living. When they both began to feel the pull of life as though it was calling them back; neither was going to go alone so they clung together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other refusing to let go as the white world they were in dissolved into nothingness.

Godrics Hollow 8am Sept 15 2015

Harry woke slowly with a voice he could not quite place echoing in his mind "You have to go back, start your own family." Rolling over to get out of bed he was shocked out of his sleep induced daze by the woman he had rolled into. Hermione was just waking up, her dark amber and cinnamon brown eyes were only half open as she looked into the emerald green of Harry's eyes. Both teens sat up in shock at seeing the other in bed with them, but before either could speak, memories of where they had been and all that had happened and was said filled their minds.

As they both stared at each other and then looked around the room they both wondered where they were. Harry was the first to speak, "I thought that dad said we had to go back, I was sort of expecting to wake up at Hogwarts just in time to save us from the Weasleys," he commented giving Hermione a puzzled look.

Hermione looked around the room again before she turned back to Harry, "I had the same thought, but now I've no idea where we are but it's definitely not Hogwarts." As she looked at Harry she suddenly realised he was a little different to how he had been, he was bigger, there was no trace left of the poor conditions he had been raised in. His chest was muscular and his hair was not as messy, she also noticed he had no trace of a scar on his forehead. "Harry do I look different to you?" she asked quietly while staring at his nakedness, and wondered why it did not shock her as it should have done, instead it pleased her and stirred feelings in her she could not remember ever having before, outside of her daydreams.

Harry turned his attention away from the strange room they were in and looked at her, the only difference he could see was her hair was no longer bushy; it hung in long shiny and wavy tresses, reaching down to the hollow in the small of her back. "Just your hair is all, seems to have lost all its bushiness, that and you happen to be totally naked, which is just about the most beautiful and sexiest thing I ever saw in my life," he answered as he looked at the woman his dad said was his wife.

Hermione didn't need Harry to tell her what he thought of seeing her naked, it stood out rather obviously as she looked at him with his manhood proving for certain how he was feeling about her being naked. "Harry I'm still… I mean I've never… you know, and we need to get up, find out where we are," she said looking longingly at him, then suddenly feeling nervous after seeing the size of him and feeling she wanted him more than she ever wanted anyone before.

"Yeah, Right as always love, we need to figure a few things out," Harry said as he smiled at her with a gentle look in his eyes. "We can sort out this married thing later eh? Give it a few days while we get used to it," he commented as he placed his feet on the floor and looked around for some clothes, 'If I can resist that beautiful body for a few days that is' he thought as his head turned to take in the room once more. Seeing nothing within reach he could wear he stood up and walked to what he assumed was the clothes closet and opened it to find an assortment of men's and women's clothes all neatly stored as if they had just returned from a long journey.

Thinking it to late to be embarrassed by Hermione seeing him naked, they had after all clung to each others naked bodies and sat and talked while they were naked for he knew not how long on that station, and they had both woken up and chatted while naked without being embarrassed. He chose some tight boxer shorts, jeans, and a white tee shirt from the wardrobe and with them tucked under his arm he went in search of the bathroom.

Hermione was just sorting through some clothes in the closet when she heard him call for her to join him. "Wont be a minute Harry, I'm just looking for some knickers," she answered before she gave up the fruitless search through the many drawers and shelves. Pulling on the blouse and skirt she had found having decided to find some knickers later she made her way to where his voice was coming from.

Entering the living room down stairs Hermione noticed once again just how tall Harry was, he had grown several inches sometime between them dying and then being here. "Harry, you've grown, you've got to be at least six foot tall now, and all that skinny look has gone," she said appreciating his new physic.

"Look what I found," he said holding up a large book with the crazy title of 'Oy! You Need To Read me' by Lily and James Potter. "There is a pensieve too, with two or three memories in these small bottles."

Hermione moved over to the table and took the book from him, then as was typical of Hermione she sat down in a comfortable looking chair and opened the book.

'Harry and Hermione.

This small book will give you the knowledge you require to rejoin the life you were so evilly parted from. As we told you, you could not be sent back to the time you left the world. The fates say it would require rewinding time and then rewriting the entire worlds events that happened in that time, so in order to try to avoid any more mistakes they decided to place you at Godrics Hollow in the year 2015 where you will become Mr and Mrs Potter, son and daughter of the famous two best friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

Harry has been given the body form he would have had, had he been raised by my self and James. He will be known as the son of Harry James Potter when you go to Gringotts to claim your inheritance. As Harry James Potter the second, Harry will tell those who need to know, his mother was a muggle by the name of Sarah Evans, she was one of his former neighbours on Privet Drive, she passed away three years ago. Sarah was registered as giving birth late in the same year that you were on your quest for Horcrux's. Her only child died in birth but that fact and the name she gave her child have been changed in the muggle hospital and other records so anyone checking will find the record of Harry James Potter's birth on the 1st Aug 1997.

Hermione your parents are even now returning from Australia, I visited them last night and once their memories were restored they were told the entire story of your death at the end of the Voldemort war, your involvement in it and your years at Hogwarts. Yes Hermione I told them all the things you omitted when you informed them of your years, term by term, I also had to tell them why you and Harry were now alive and still only 18 years old.

So as I said they are returning to England and they will arrive tomorrow evening at five. You will need to meet them at the Leaky Cauldron and bring them here to Godrics Hollow. They know that you are their daughter, but will always treat you as their granddaughter when the need arises. This means you will have to become your own daughter. You will claim to have no knowledge of your father other than he was a muggle, like Harry you will retain your name Hermione Jane Potter, if asked you will tell people you were named after your mother by your father, and you were named a Granger when your grandparents adopted you. Your date of birth is now July 19th 1997, if anyone says anything your mother with Harry's help kept her pregnancy secret with judicious use of large school robes.

Hopefully you will receive very few enquiries about your past once you have claimed your inheritance and given the required blood samples to the Goblins, but you will obviously need these fabrications just in case someone gets nosey. As you will have guessed by now you are now in the restored Godrics Hollow cottage. It's a nice little house and I hope you will find there the happiness I found with James, of course I expect you to move to the main house once the children start to arrive (They are all beautiful little things too).

Starting on the next page is a history of what things of significance have happened in the world since you died. I will begin with your funeral and I promise only to write the necessary things. Enjoy this your second life free from dark wizards and the bigotry of the purebloods, Oh and please don't wait to long before you have your first child… All documents birth certificates, marriage license etc, for your new identities are to be found in the drawers of the desk in the study. Be happy my son and be sure Hermione has the life she deserves. With love, from Lily Rose Potter, and James Henry Potter, aka mum and dad.

The rest of the book told of the back lash against the pureblood philosophy that had plagued the magic world for nearly two hundred years. It turned out that out of the thousands of magical people in Britain there were less than two thousand purebloods, half of those were thought to be half bloods who had declared them selves pureblood to advance them selves in certain fields, like the ministry, or their social standing. By the time the backlash had died down there were less than one hundred purebloods left living in Britain. Most had been wise and left the country to set up else where. Some like the Malfoys had been given the same sort of treatment they had been so quick to give others. All the Malfoys were now in the magical maladies ward along with the Longbottoms, and several other pureblood families who had raped and tortured as a way of life.

Every law the Wizengamot had ever passed was thrown out and the magical world was now run using the same laws as the muggle world around them used, the only law that was different in the two worlds was the secrecy law. Under the race relations law, elves now chose which wizard or family they bonded too, and whether they would like to be paid or not.

The world they had woken up in was more or less the world they would have liked to be a part of. It struck them both a little strange that it had been their deaths that had been the catalyst for such huge changes. It made them feel that all they had been through had not been in vain, some thing good had come from all they had suffered over the years.