A.N – I am so sorry that this had taken so long to be published, I'm not going to try and make excuses but reality got in the way. Hopefully you enjoy this final chapter of "I'll go with you" and I just want to say thank you to everyone who read, favourited, followed and reviewed this story. So, yeah, hopefully I have done this last chapter justice and let me know what you think of it.

The death of Harry Potter at the age of 188 has shocked the Wizarding world who all mourn from his departure. The-Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, whose greatest conquest was defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, passed away alone peacefully in his sleep in the early morning of 31st October. The family he never, despite nearly marrying Cho Chang, from the orphanage formed at the old Black residents have all came together to form a eulogy for his funeral that will be taking place Monday morning. Ginerva Weasley, one of the last remaining survivors of the Battle of Hogwarts 1998 has prepared to share a few words.

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Once again the newspapers and public opinion are wrong, Harry James Potter did indeed die at 2am on 31st October however he was not alone. There were people on the other side waiting for him to take the next big adventure.

One face had formed that stood out amongst the unidentifiable ghostly smoke that surrounded his bed, one that he had only seen in photographs for the last 170 years. Hermione Granger stood in her pink hoodie and jeans with dirt on her face and leaves still stuck in the wild braid of her hair. Yet to him she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Slowly without taking his eyes of hers, he reached a transparent wrinkly hand towards hers which was waiting open for him.

"Hermione, after all this time?" He questioned. He knew that he had moved on in his own life yet she still was his first love and held a large part of his own heart. Yet he had expected her to have move forwards towards the light rather than wait for him. He had expected to see her on the other side, not making sure he didn't die on his own.

"Always," was her reply, pulling him away from his bed and towards the densest area of the light and smoke. He looked back down at their linked hands, he saw that his hands were no longer old and wrinkled but soft and youthful.

With his other hand he reached towards her cheek, it felt slightly cool to touch yet he was elated. He slowly bent his head towards hers, seeing how her breath caught up in her throat and her eyes fluttering closed before closing his own eyes. He kissed her, at first first it was only a brush of lips before the intensity grew. He put in all his feelings in the kiss, all the sorrow of what never happened and love he felt for her. Then the kiss grew to be once again soft and gentle. As he pulled away, he placed his forehead onto hers to stare into her eyes, which were shining of love for him. A soft smile graced his face whilst his thumb began to caress her cheek.

"Hermione, I'm sorry for the wait but I'm here now and I'm never going to leave you again."