A/N:  Well, here's the alternate ending that I promised you.  Enjoy and Review.

Disclaimer: See last chapter.

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*~*Flashback*~*

            It was raining.  Harry sat in the kitchen of the Burrow, drinking tea.

            There was a knock at the door.  Harry stood and answered it.

            "Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, a smile lighting up his face for the first time in months.  "Come in, I was just having some—"

            "I can't, Harry.  I'm in a hurry," Hermione said.

            "Why? Where are you going?  What are you doing here if you're in a hurry?"  Harry asked, the smile leaving twice as quickly as it had come.

            "I can't tell you," she said.  "I came to say goodbye."

            "Why? Where are you going?"  Harry asked again.

            "I said that before.  I can't tell you," she replied a little coldly.

            There was silence for a couple seconds.  The Harry drew her into a warm embrace, tears coursing down his cheeks.  "How long?" he asked.  "When will I see you again?"

            "I don't know," she replied, crying as well.  She pulled back and started backing away slowly.  "Promise me something, Harry."

            "Anything, Hermione," he replied.

            "Never forget me, Harry," she called, still backing up.

            "Never, Hermione.  I'll never forget you," he shouted back.  By now, he was standing in the pouring rain, Hermione leaving him, forever.

*~*End Flashback*~*

            "Never forget me, Harry," a voice said above him.  Harry put his face in his hands.  He was so delusional that he heard Hermione's voice and felt warm hands running through his hair.  Tears flowed freely from his once bright green eyes and feel into his hands.

            "Never, Hermione.  I'll never forget you," he said aloud.

            "Good," the voice said.

            Harry jumped slightly and looked up.  A girl stood before him.  She looked familiar…

            "Hey, Harry.  Remember me?" the girl said.

            Harry stood up.  He towered over her by at least five inches. 

            "Hermione?" Harry asked hopefully.

            "Yes, Harry," she replied, smiling.  "I'm back."

            "For good?" Harry choked, tears still flowing down his face.

            "For good," Hermione confirmed.

            Harry drew her into a warm, passionate embrace, and kissed her.  And so they stood, kissing in the swirling snow.