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"The dark side is no more, light shall prevail." Hermione said, in a thick other worldly voice. She and Draco walked over to Voldemort's remaining body and raised their hands and scrunched them. Voldemort's body went up in flames.
Draco grabbed Hermione and both hugged. Their feet left the ground and they rose up into the sky through clouds and over them. A great bright light greeted them and shone over the whole world cleansing it, bathing it in glory, not gloom.
"Hermione, Draco," a voice said. They looked around. What they saw did not surprise them.
"Welcome home! We must hurry. You need to make a choice. Stay here and help care for the world or help people down there."
"Are our friends alive?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. What evil did, good undid it. Your friends are well."
"They know who we are now. They know who you two are," they turned to see Merlin standing behind them, "it is good that they know. Better to have faith than not have anything or anyone," he said.
"We want to go back. We want to finish our lives there and when we die we'll help here," Draco said. Hermione smiled.
"Very well," the Goddess said, "Take care." She waved her and the two teens were back at Hogwarts in the Great Hall.
"Draco, Hermione. Nice to see you again," Dumbledore said, behind them, "I was beginning to wonder if you were to come back." A smile appeared on his face.
"We couldn't leave our friends," Hermione said.
"I've taken care of everything. The minister has been briefed of the happenings here at Hogwarts."
"Good."
"It's over, Professor. Don't worry. We'll take care of everything," Hermione said.
"Right now, we need to go. I want to take Hermione somewhere," Draco said.
"Ok. Have fun," Dumbledore waved as we left the Great Hall hand in hand.