Hermione woke the next evening, before the sun was set, still facing the sleeping vampire. Her emotions were in turmoil thanks to him and her deceased husband's words before his death. Closing her eyes, she tried to work out her emotions.

On the one hand, she had only been widowed for 4 months, but on the other hand Harry had told her that another one with a rune-like scar would be the one to watch over her and the twins. Godric had that scar, an exact replica to Harry's, and the feelings she had towards him despite only knowing him less than a day, were far more intense than she had felt with Harry. The fact that he was a vampire didn't even come up in her deliberations, it was just another normal fact of her screwed up life.

Needing to talk to Remus, the witch got out of the bed and left the room, quietly placing the call on her way. As soon as the man answered, she said, "I need to talk Moony."

"What's got you worried Rajah?" The man could hear it in his daughter's voice.

"Godric has the same rune scar that Harry had"

The heavy breathing over the line told Hermione that Remus could remember what she had told him during their mourning month. Finally he took a deep breath, "It is exactly the same?"

"Yeah, even down to that little crook that was in the top most point. How is that even possible? Godric was branded 2000 years ago."

"The Muggles say that God works in mysterious ways, so do the Fates that we as magical people believe in. We have talked about how Harry and how his life was predetermined, with just a few things being added in along the way by outside forces. Why would it be so hard to work out that you are meant to find the two men in this world who have the exact same scar?"

Hermione curled into a ball on the end of a lounge, "What about if Godric is killed also? Moony, I can already feel myself falling, I can't handle losing another."

"I know how you feel my girl," Remus kicked something over; "I am so guilty. Tonks has only been dead for 4 bloody months and yet I am moving on already, feeling as though I am human again and can fall in love once more. And to another girl over 10 years my junior."

"That's it though, Tonks and Harry, they would want us to move on. Tonks loved you with all your heart and I know she would not have wanted you to go through life pining over her, hell I know she told you the same thing Harry told me the day that all 4 of us were married. 'This war may kill us and if I was to go, I want you to grieve but move on'," the witch then had a soft smile, "And for Tara being so much younger, you know us girls like an older man now and then."

That made Remus give a wet barking laugh, "That is true."

"What do we do Moony?"

"What we've always done. We follow our hearts and pray that nothing fucks up this time."

"You always know what to say don't you, you old werewolf," both laughed at that, "I love you Remus."

"I love you too my daughter. See you when you get back home."

They both hung up their phones and Hermione threw her head against the lounge, sighing. When she opened her eyes, she jumped slightly at seeing a smiling Godric standing in the doorway, "Holy fucking Christ!"

"Not quite but I did meet him once," the teenage vampire moved to sit beside Hermione, "That was your werewolf friend?"

"Yeah, it was Remus. How much did you hear?" Hermione already had a rising blush.

"I awoke when you left the bed. The war scarred you deeply didn't it?"

Nodding, the witch swiped at her eyes as to not allow the tears to escape, "I can show you why, if you trust me that is."

Gently taking the teen's hand in his own, Godric spoke with absolute certainty, "With my life."

"Okay"

Hermione drew her wand, and began pressing it between hers and Godric's. It was a technique she had found during her time hunting the Horcruxes and had mastered recently, essentially sharing her memories with another who was unable to do Legilimency. Soon she felt her magical core pulling her and Godric into a Mind Scape, the area where shared memories went and were watched by those involved.

"What is this?" The vampire asked, intrigued, still holding onto Hermione's hand.

"A place where we can watch my memories. No matter what you see, do not worry, my memories cannot physically hurt you or me."

When the memory began, Hermione clutched onto Godric's hand for dear life. The final battle played around them, going at a faster pace than real time. The witch gasped as she watched Tonks get killed while saving Remus' life, stepping in front of the Killing Curse sent at the werewolf by Bellatrix Lestrange. She sobbed when Collin Creevey's tiny body was carried in by Neville and Charlie Weasley, and then again when she spotted Fred's mangled body in the Great Hall.

The memory of her and Harry's last time together brought a large smile and blush onto her face, and had Godric quirking an eyebrow. But both faces went depressed as they followed the memory Hermione race towards her fallen husband. At hearing his last breaths, the current time Hermione collapsed, the memory falling around them.

"Oh Harry," the brunette sobbed into Godric's chest.

The vampire rubbed Hermione's back, comforting her as she cried into his shirt. When Eric walked out, he quickly motioned with his head for his childe to return to his room, which he did so with only a worried look when he gazed at the crying teen.

"I am sorry for making you relive such an awful memory," Godric whispered after Hermione's sobs calmed.

"You had a right to know and I was not willing to talk about it. The war took many people on both sides; it also had me thinking that it would be best for my parents to have their memories of me erased and for them to go to Australia. Unfortunately, while the Dark did not find them; I forgot that Muggles have found numerous ways to kill another without the use of magic. They were killed 3 months after I sent them away by a drunk driver; I buried them properly after the war was over."

"You were trying to save them"

Hermione nodded and gave a single chuckle, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions. If I was not certain there was another side where they can remember everything, I would not have lived very long."

Wanting to get off of the subject, Godric said, "I'm resigning my position as Sheriff of Area 9."

That stunned the witch, "Why?"

"I am tired of policing over the vampires of Dallas, and need a change in scenery. I've decided to move to Louisiana, be closer to my childe and a certain person who intrigues me," the vampire admitted.

That brought about a deep blush, "But what about your nest?"

"Isabel will be accompanying me; I do not think she wishes to be alone after what occurred with Hugo. As for Stan, I am going to recommend to the King of Texas that he takes my position as the sheriff," Godric rested his body against the lounge, "I have not been in the prolonged company of my childe in 300 years, it is time for that to change."

"Where will you live?"

Godric shrugged, "Perhaps Eric has room for Isabel and I in his club."

Seeing a perfect opportunity to get to know Godric better, Hermione said, "Nonsense, I have two rooms in my basement level that would be perfect for you both. No light can get in, everything is lit by overhead lights, and no one sleeps down there, unless Tara or Remus fall asleep in the library. I insist."

"I couldn't," the vampire truly hoped that Hermione would not rescind her invitation, he just felt as though he had to put up the act of fighting her on the issue.

"I won't take no for an answer"

With a smile, Godric nodded, "That being the case, how could I possibly decline it. Thank you."

"It's no problem," Hermione then felt and heard her stomach growl embarrassingly loudly, "Dinner time."

In a split second, the other 3 vampires were out of their rooms, Isabel tenderly hugging Hermione, "Thank you for letting me stay in your home."

"Come on, the human needs sustenance," Pam said as she moved forward and saw the witch in the same clothes she had on the previous day, "Go change first."

Standing, Hermione gave a mock salute, "Aye captain."

"Cheeky witch!"

Eric came over and placed a hand on his maker's shoulder, "So, moving into Hermione's house?"

"Don't start Eric, as your maker I can and will make you regret it"

"I wouldn't dream of starting anything, I'm extremely happy for you both"

When Hermione came back out of her room, Godric just shook his head; he knew he was going to have a hard time going at a respectful pace. The witch was wearing a blood red strapless maternity dress, showing off her bump, with black flats, her hair in ringlets, dark makeup that accentuated her beauty, and a single teardrop black diamond around her neck.

"Let's get going"