EPILOGUE: BLACK
"Do you really think it wise to allow them access, even if they are not aware of it?"
"Do you really think it wise to even allow them into Bliss. At least they don't understand the blessing they have been given, you old bat."
"Respect your elders! I was around centuries before you came into existence."
"Both of you! Stop this at once. We need not argue among ourselves, it creates chaos in the World. Now do we really want that?"
"No My Lady."
"No Midwife. You are right, Maiden. We shouldn't have allowed them into Bliss. But they were the Chosen Love, they deserve something for the years they each suffered, especially the young man there."
"Okay, so we agree they belong in Bliss. What else were you two arguing over?"
"The abilities we've allowed them. Should they even have them at all?"
"Do they know what abilities they have?"
"No Midwife, they don't. Crone doesn't understand that if they never know about them, they cannot use them to their full extent."
"Maiden is right Crone. If Hermione and Severus are not aware of their powers, they cannot access them."
"Whatever you say Midwife, you do know these two better than we do."
"And what of their children Midwife? I have watched over them for ages now, and they seem so distraught with their parent's death. It was rather sudden."
"It was their time Maiden. I cannot stop the Hands of Time for one couple just so their children are pleased and content."
"Do you even have the ability to stop the Hands of Time Crone?"
"Absolutely. Why do you think Merlin lived so long. He was needed, and he was where he needed to be."
"I wondered why we traveled with him so long."
"What about Nicholas Flamel? Did the Elixir of Life really keep him alive, or was it you?"
"It was me Maiden. The Elixir was his gift to me so that I would stop the Hands of Time on his life. But once Tom went after it, Flamel believed it too dangerous to keep a Stone around, so he gave up his eternal life."
"Why would he need to keep taking it if the Elixir made you keep the Hands of Time still?"
"He took it once a month, as my gift, for as long as he had the Elixir inside of his body, he was immune to the Hands of Time. I made it so. If someone ever did make another Philosopher Stone, and then the Elixir of Life, I would have to do the same with that person."
"To keep your job easy, Flamel and Dumbledore have made it so that no one can ever make a Stone again Crone."
"I didn't know that Midwife. I should go see Albus sometime soon… I haven't talked with him since I confirmed that Flamel really was ready to die."
"And Dumbledore was there?"
"Of course. Those two were friends and colleagues for years."
"Albus was always a good friend to those who mattered most to him."
"But then why was he so harsh to Potter? He treated that poor boy like he's childhood was expendable, like he wasn't really the child he was."
"Of course you saw him as a child Maiden. You don't have any concept of the situations that Harry Potter had to endure. That included Tom Riddle."
"You would say that Crone! You were the one who allowed Riddle to live so bloody long."
"Destiny is not something I wish to deal with, and He said that Tom would have a long life before he was even born."
"Both of you, stop arguing! I'd rather not get a headache now, alright. Just deal with the fact that awful things happened, and now they are over. Besides, if it were not for Severus and Hermione, Tom Riddle never would have died."
"Wonderful point Midwife. Now, can we get back to the point of Severus and Hermione? Should we let them know what powers they have, or let them find their powers on their own?"
"You know that is a sensitive subject Maiden. But it is possible that if we give Hermione a book on Us, she might realize where they are. I think we should let them figure it out."
"I agree with you Crone."
"Then it's settled. We put a book into Hermione's library and let them find out."
Three Centuries Later
"Severus, look. I found a strange book in my library." Hermione walked into the living room and sat beside her husband, showing him the book.
"And I should be interested why?" He looked up from his own book, which was on Mid-western potion ingredients.
"Well, come and look at this. I've never seen it before. And it has Wizarding history in it that the public knew nothing about. Like how you were a spy for both sides, not just the Order, as well as the fact that you fed the Dark Lord partially false information." She motioned the book toward him again, hoping he would take it.
"How is that possible?" Severus took the book from her gingerly, after setting his own book down in such a way that he would not lose his place.
"I don't know; all I do know is that it's all there, where it shouldn't be." He flipped through the mysterious book. Suddenly, he stopped, looking at a page in utter surprise.
"What is it Severus?" He didn't respond. "Severus?" She got up and went to stand behind him. Seeing what he saw, she couldn't help but faint. Severus, noticing his wife's distress, dropped the book and went to aid her. The book fell onto the floor, still opened to the page that had put the two into such shock. On it was a picture.
The picture was of Severus and Hermione, holding hands. Both were wearing the Robes of the Holy. Under the picture was a subtext. It read:
"God and Goddess of the Unfortunates: Severus and Hermione Snape."
THE END