Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter universe. All JKR's. And now, thinking about it I don't own the name Halálszárny either. It's used by my friend in her story and I think she got it from onw or another book. So I don't own that one either.

So, here's the next chapter, my longest one EVER. I'm really proud of the length of it, but I'm not really sure about everything else. I refused to re-read it (I will as soon as I update it, which is about 2 minutes from now) and still refuse the re-write it. I officially decided that I'm better at romance and I think I'll never attempt any fighting scenes ever again.

I hope you'll find this chapter better than I do. And please review, if you feel up to it.

Much thank to my amazing beta, x-Xanti-x. You rock!

And I'm really thankful for all the reviews. Thank you guys!

And special thanks to those reviewers who answered one or more questions I asked in the end of the last chapter.

And I changed the title (again) back to Times change. I think by the time I'm finished with this story the title will be back to Memories, not forgotten. I always change my mind.

The Training

Snow seemed to avoid Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry these days. The snow left from Christmas already melted leaving puddles of water on the ground, which were expected to freeze over the night.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were all in the Gryffindor common room, reading and playing chess respectively.

Hermione was a little tense those last days, Harry noticed, even though he thought it was only because of the fight they had on Christmas Day. If he knew the truth!

Hermione was trying to come to terms with her earlier discovery about her and Harry's older selves' marriage. And knowing that the two weren't talking to each other wasn't helping either. She was still angry at Harry and Ron, but especially at Ron, for what they've done a few days back, but that petty argument was far away from her mind most of the time. Every time she looked at Harry she thought about that she was supposed to marry him in a few years. The prospect of marrying Harry both scared and pleased her.

She looked across the room and her eyes found the youngest and only Weasley girl, Ginny, sitting with her fellow second years at a table in a faraway corner laughing and talking. Hermione knew about Ginny's feeling for Harry and wondered what the younger girl would say if she knew about Hermione's supposed future.

Even though Hermione was pretty sure Ginny's supposed feelings for Harry were only parts of some silly fan girl crush, she still felt bad for the young girl and hoped that she'd find the man who was perfect for her. As she jerked out of her thoughts and focused on the real world again, she found herself staring into the blazing chocolate brown eyes of Ginny Weasly.

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While she was talking to some of her friends, Ginny felt someone staring at her, so she looked up and found the best friend of Harry Potter's, the Boy-Who-Lived and Ginny's love, best friend, Hermione Granger staring at her, her eyes unfocused, apparently lost in her thoughts.

Hermione was sure no one noticed the looks she sent towards Harry Potter when she thought no one was looking. She was sure everyone thought she was only interested in Harry in a platonic way. Oh, how wrong she was! Ginny Weasley noticed every look and every touch.

She was jealous of Hermione's closeness to Harry. The little girl thought that Hermione was the only reason why the famous Harry Potter didn't pay any attention to her. Her young mind didn't understand what love really meant and she was sure her feeling for Harry were real love, so when the older selves of Harry and Hermione arrived, she was really pleased to see them always arguing or not talking to each other.

Imagine her fury, when she saw the older Harry almost kissing the older Hermione. She was sure that he would have done so, if it wasn't for the crowd in the Great hall on that Halloween night.

There were gossips in the whole school about the two time travellers. A few of them downright stupid, but there were a few that seemed well founded and most likely right. And of course there were the most ridiculed ones, like the one about the two people from the future being married and expecting a child.

Most of the inhabitants of the school thought the last one ridiculous and unbelievable, but not Ginny. She was among the few who believed in that theory and was determined to stop the marriage happening.

So she stared back at Hermione with fire in her eyes, letting the older girl know that she wouldn't give up her Harry that easily. Because he belonged to her, she was sure about it.

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Hermione Jane Granger Potter stared at her husband of two years for a few seconds after his announcement speechless. After a few minutes she found her voice and asked:

"Wha…What?" that was the only thing she could manage in her current state of shock.

"You heard me Hermione, we both know that. I want to tell you the whole story of my training without leaving out a thing. If I can't trust you with this, then who can I? I don't want anymore secrets between us. I ask you not to interrupt me, because if you did I don't think I'd have the courage to finish my story. Please know that after I'm finished I wouldn't be surprised if you decided to leave me and I'd understand it completely. I think I'd leave myself too."

"But…But Harry, I thought that you…" she stammered, still not finding the proper words to speak.

"That I told you everything?" he laughed a cold, joyless laugh "Oh no, Hermione. You don't know even half of it. I wish I did tell you, though. I don't think I'd be able to bear you leaving me now. It'd have been hard then, too, but not as hard as now, when I know what it's like to be with you."

"Harry, I won't leave you whatever you have done is in the past and…" started Hermione, placing a calming hand on the shoulder of her now sitting husband.

"Don't promise things you can't keep. Hear me out and say your verdict afterwards, not before. Promise me you won't interrupt," he pleaded, his sad emerald eyes never leaving her hazel ones.

"I promise" she whispered and kissed him on the lips, reassuring him once more, before he started his long and bloody story.

"You know how I got a letter two weeks after I arrived at Private Drive after the funeral. The letter told me to be ready by midnight and not to bring anything with myself, including my wand, except for the clothes I was wearing right then and to leave the wards of the house.

"I know it was stupid to leave the wards, and without a wand at that, but I had nothing else to do. Right then I didn't care if I died. I felt that without Dumbledore I had no chance at winning the war. So I left and didn't regret that decision. Even though I had to endure a lot through that year and my relationships with you and other close friends suffered the consequences of my year there, I never regretted my choice, as I know that I'd be dead right now if I didn't go.

"So at five to midnight I left the house and never looked back. I left the safety of the wards for the unknown. Those five minutes were the longest ones of my life, except for maybe those when I asked you to marry me and I waited for your answer.

"I was wondering what would happen, if I ever saw you lot again, if it was a trap or not. I had so many questions running through my head. I didn't have to wait long, though. As midnight arrived I was swept away to a land between the living and the dead. That's when my worst year began."

FLASHBACK

As soon as Harry arrived, he got a punch into his face and heard his nose breaking with a painful crack.

"Let this be your first lesson, kid. Always expect an attack and the unexpected wherever you go." Said a cold voice, as it delivered another punch into the stomach of Harry and as he doubled over clutching his stomach in pain, he got another blow into the head, which caused him to fall down onto his back.

Not a second later the fourth punch came, but this time he was expecting it. He barely escaped the punch, when a kick came he couldn't avoid, he did the only thing he could, crouched and received to blow into his back. He was expecting the fifth blow, which never came.

"Hurry up, kid." He heard the voice of the stranger once again. "Don't expect us to nurse you when you hurt yourself a little bit. You could have easily avoided those were you a man enough."

Harry tried to get up but his legs gave out under him, so he fell back onto the dusty board of the place still unknown to him. After the third try he could get up and slowly followed the stranger, who was leading him to a brightly lit room.

As soon as he arrived there he collapsed on the floor and he would have fallen asleep, had the stranger allowed him to do so.

"Oh no, kid. There's no time for sleeping. I'm sure you're wondering who I am or what this place is. I'm one of the Kitaszítottak. I'm one of those people, who were too violent and brutal for the pits of Hell to let them stay. We are the ones between the living and the dead. And this mountain is what people call Örökké Vén. And this is the place you're going to spent most of the following year and the place you're going to curse the rest of your life. Welcome to the Living Hell, boy."

With that said, the man tossed a book as thick as Hogwarts: a History to Harry's feet.

"This is your second lesson. Don't expect anyone to help you. If you need help, help yourself 'because no one will help you. Read this book. You can find everything in here about healing. And if I were you, I'd hurry up, because your physical training starts in five hours." Said the Kitaszított and was about to leave when Harry called to him. He turned around and Harry got the first real chance to look at him, as in the last few minutes he didn't look at him. Didn't dare to look at him.

The man was tall, about two meters, but that was the only thing Harry could see, as he was covered in a thick black cloak, a hood hiding his face from view.

"But I don't have a wand." He managed to say, but regretted it almost instantly, when he heard the man's words and he imagined the smile that Harry was sure was on his lips.

"I know. Do it without your wand, then." said the man.

"But that's impossible! Wandless magic is impossible!" exclaimed Harry. 'Hermione said so' he thought, but didn't say it out loud.

"Then this Hermione person was wrong. Lesson Number Three: Impossible does not exist, only things that are harder to achieve than others." Said the cloaked figure and left without turning back leaving a stunned Harry behind him.

'How did he know that I…' he wondered, but didn't spend much time with thinking as all if his body was aching from pain. He crawled to the book, opened it and started to read through the hundreds of pages.

END OF FLASHBACK

Harry was sure Hermione knew who the Kitaszítottak were. Just one look on her horror struck face told him what he needed to know. He was sure she had a lot of questions, but he knew too, that she wouldn't interrupt him. She promised and she never broke her promises.

"I spent that night reading, but of course I couldn't finish reading in five hours and even if I did it would have been useless. I couldn't do wandless magic then, so I wouldn't have been able to heal myself anyway. Just as he promised, Halálszárny, that was his name, I later found out, came for me.

"In the next few weeks he tried to trigger my wandless magic, using my emotions. For children under 11, strong emotions like anger can trigger accidental magic and he tried to use the same method. He angered me, hurt me, lead me believe that my loved ones were hurt, just to get some reaction. By then, thanks to my Hogwarts education, my magic was more or less under my control, so he had a hard job, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Then he found out just who the person was I cared about enough (even if I didn't know about it then) to trigger an emotion that would make my magic go rampant."

FLASHBACK

Screams. Screams of everyone he ever known. They were being tortured and only because of him. Because he couldn't use that damn magic of his without a wand. This was the first time in the last six years since he found out about him being magical that he wished he'd be just a simply muggle without problems of a mad wizard trying to kill him.

He was in pain and he could barely stand. He tried to treat his first injuries in the muggle way, but he obviously wasn't an expert in the ways of muggle healing, so his attempts were almost futile. More and worse injuries followed the first ones, so even if those were healed, another would replace them.

The pain was constant and he was slowly getting used to the ache that followed his every wake moment. He could barely sleep because of the pain and the lack of sleep caught up with him in the first few days of training, the dark circles were now constant under his eyes. But even if he could sleep Halálszárny wouldn't let him do so for a long time. He let him sleep fro five hours at most, but the pain woke him up if he was fortunate enough to fall asleep.

He was almost accustomed to the screams of everyone, when he heard them go silent. He looked up to see what was the cause of that sudden silence and his blood ran cold, when he saw the black hooded figure clutching Hermione in his hands, holding his finger to her temple. The three weeks spent on Örökké Vén taught Harry that the people (he didn't even know if it was correct to call them people. He wasn't sure they were human at all) were proficient in wandless magic and didn't need a wand to accomplish what they wanted.

"Please Harry, help" he heard Hermione beg him, before he heard the man mutter the dreaded words and heard Hermione's screams of agony fill the air.

That was the moment, when he felt himself let go. It was like an explosion. With a scream of rage and a shouted, "let her go, you bastard!" he charged forward, not caring about the consequences or the pain he felt in he legs. He held his hands out and blasted the Kitaszított away from Hermione effectively ending the curse.

He didn't care that every tortured image disappeared along with Hermione. He didn't care that the Kitaszított was more powerful than him. He only wanted to avenge the pain he caused to Hermione. He successfully delivered another blow and was preparing to send Halálszárny flying again, when he felt a punch in his stomach, and was very surprised when he looked up and found his master standing right in front of him.

"See, I told you it was possible. Lesson Number Four: never fight out of anger. It's never good if you lose your head in a fight. Go back and heal your injuries. I trust you've finished reading that book by now while spending so much time awake." Said the man in an almost caring tone.

Harry was very surprised by the early dismissal, but he gratefully accepted it, but as soon as he turned his back to his master he felt another kick in his back as he fell forward to the muddy land.

"Lesson Number Five: never turn your back to anyone, be it your friend or enemy. You're free to go now." And with that he left Harry in the mud.

END OF FLASHBACK

By this time Hermione had tears in her eyes, but Harry didn't trust himself to hug her and try to comfort her. It was hard enough to live through these memories again and he was sure that he'd break down too, if he went any nearer to his loved wife.

"From then on, with a little training, I could use my wandless magic, so they started to train me in martial arts, but first they needed to build up my physical strength. Of course they thought the best way to do it was to have me run first five, but later on more and more kilometres in rain dressed in simple shorts and a T-Shirt or swim in the freezing water. And of course let's not forget about the push-ups and sit-ups in a storm.

"When they deemed me fit enough they started to put me against charmed fighting dummies. After a while I knew all of their tricks. That was when I started to fight against living people. Halálszárny thought that I wasn't prepared enough to fight against the Kitaszítottak, so they sent me to the real world every night where I thought with the worst of mankind.

"In a month they couldn't provide me a challenge either, so the Kitaszítottak started to train me, but I still was a too easy opponent for them."

FLASHBACK

"Come on boy, you can do better than that!" shouted the cloaked figure as he sent another lethal spell flying toward Harry. "Get a grip! Try to fight like the man you claim to be!"

Harry was too busy avoiding the spells flying at him to notice another person approaching him from the back with a sword in hand. Harry was fortunate, because he leapt up to avoid a spell hitting him the moment the man with the sword tried to cut him with it, but his luck lasted only for so long.

Not even 30 seconds later, he was cornered by the man with the sword a got a blow into the side as he was sidestepping a curse that was going towards him in high speed. After that, the battle was lost. He tried to send a few spells at his opponents in a vain attempt to gain some time to recover.

The battle was over not a minute later, leaving a bleeding and injured Harry on the ground.

"You lasted longer than we expected, but not nearly long enough." Said one of his masters. "You need to be able to fight with different opponent with different methods at the same time. You'll never be able to defend your loved ones and Hermione if you don't get a grip on yourself. Get up and fight!" ordered the man before striking again with the sword.

END OF FLASHBACK.

"According to them it took me awfully long to be able to fight and win against them. Of course time didn't matter there. In the plains of the living dead time passes slower than here on Earth. I aged like I would have here, but spent five years with them, training.

"After they decided that I was fit enough physically I had to go through a mental training, to kill off any possible weaknesses. That was when everything went wrong."

FLASHBACK

"Have you ever killed before, boy?" asked Halálszárny. When Harry shook his head no, he almost instantly realised where that conversation was going.

"But I'm not planning to do it either." He said quickly, looking straight at his master. During the time spent there he grew a lot and now stood at almost two meters.

"Oh yes, you will. How do you expect to defeat this Voldemort of yours, then? Boring him to death with speaking? You know that'd be murder, too. We've trained you to be the perfect assassin and now you're going to do just what an assassin does. Kill. Your target is this man," he said, as he conjured the 3D version of a man in his mid-fifties with grey hair and blue eyes. He was dressed elegantly and to Harry seemed to be a perfectly nice man.

"What did he do?" he asked wondering the reason why a person like his master wanted the man dead.

"Nothing." Was the simple answer to Harry's question.

"But than why…?"

"There needn't be a reason to kill someone. If you can't kill an innocent, unsuspecting man, then how do you expect to kill someone with the killers' instinct and abilities?"

"I won't kill an innocent. I simply won't," argued Harry. "I don't care what you say. I'm not going to do it."

"Yes, you will, because you do what I say you do, if you come back with him still alive, you'll regret ever being born. You've got a day."

1 day later

"So how did the mission go?" asked the cloaked figure as soon as Harry arrived back. Of course he knew that his "student" did not accomplish his task, didn't even try it, but he wanted to know whether the youth was a man enough to admit that.

"I didn't kill him. Didn't even try." Was the brave (or foolish) answer. "I told you I wouldn't kill an innocent. I was following him all day. Did you know that he had a family? With five kids, four grandchildren and one on the way? Or that he…." He couldn't finish the sentence, as he saw one of the fists of his master nearing his face, but this time, unlike others, he expected it, and ducked it.

"At least you've learned something while being here." Snarled the Kitaszított in a way that reminded Harry of Snape "So you didn't kill the man. Well, it was your decision. You made it, now suffer the consequences. Let's see if you still won't be willing to kill someone after a few weeks locked with two dementors. And just so you know magic cannot be used in that room. Have fun, boy" with that he disappeared from the room leaving a terrified Harry inside.

Of course, he didn't show his fear outside. He learnt a long time ago that in the ranks of the Kitaszítottak showing any emotion counted as a weakness and that was a thing that was punished just as severely. So he waited without any emotion on his face for the two dementors and the endless torture.

END OF FLASHBACK

Hermione stared at Harry with horror and fear in her eyes as he was telling his story, his voice and face void of any emotion.

"That was when I developed an immunity for dementors. I knew that they had a reason for choosing that punishment. You know in the first few days all I heard was your screams as you were tortured. It was horrible. I think that was what helped me to shut out the dementors after a while. I couldn't bear to hear you screaming in pain any more.

"And I believe that was when I realised just how much you meant to me. When I wasn't hearing your screams I was watching you falling from the curse of Dolohov in fifth year when we were at the Ministry."

He took a deep breath, and continued, but looked away first, as he was sure he wouldn't be able to bear the look in her eyes when he finally told her. He just couldn't bear to see the horror and the disgust in her eyes.

"I never killed him, you know. That man. But I…I did kill others. Other innocents. I didn't want another punishment like that. Hermione, it was so horrible to see you like that I just couldn't…wouldn't… So I followed the orders and killed them. I looked into their eyes and saw their fear as they were begging for their lives, as they were telling me how they didn't do anything wrong. And the worst thing was that I knew they were telling the truth. And I still killed them. Looked into their eyes and killed them.

"Hermione, they had families, children, even grandchildren and I took their father, grandfather, mother and grandmother from them. For what? Because I was afraid, too afraid to see you suffer again. I didn't want that, I just couldn't. Hermione, you have to understand that I…that I…." That was when he broke down, sobbing, covering his face in his hands

When he calmed down a little he continued:

"And this time there's no one who could tell me it's not my fault. It wasn't like it was with Sirius or Dumbledore. This time I killed them willingly and with my own hands. There wasn't even a wand in my hands. I fired off that spell with my own hands. I…oh God…" he covered his face once again, but this time Hermione came closer and hugged him to herself, letting him know that she was with him and telling him that she wouldn't leave him.

She tried to soothe him, slowly rocking their bodies back and forth, while running her fingers tenderly through his hair.

Hermione was shocked beyond belief. She never expected to hear something like that and she knew that this time Harry was right. She couldn't tell him that it wasn't his fault or that he couldn't do anything else, but she also knew, that he did regret everything he's done and that was enough for her. She was sure that she needed time to digest everything she heard, but she was also sure, that she'd never leave Harry, her Harry, either.

When he finally calmed down once again, he looked into her eyes, his emerald ones bloodshot and haunted, but she could see the love in them, too.

"I don't deserve you." Ha said and pecked her lips tenderly. "I had to go through a final test, too. It was the day before I returned to you all."

FLASHBACK

"So, here we are. If you survive this, then you can leave this place hopefully forever. You go through that door; you'll have to go through three rooms before you reach the last one. You got through a similar looking door in the end and you're finished." With that said Harry was left alone.

'Better get it over with' thought Harry as he walked into the first room. Where he found about 10 men dressed like Death Eaters. Harry let a small smile pass his face as the 10 attacked with their wand ready, closing in on Harry. 10 green lights went towards Harry, but he simply leapt up, thus avoiding the curses.

A few of the Death Eaters weren't so luck, as they were hit with the curses of their partners and died immediately. The six death Eaters left standing attacked at once, a few of them firing curses while the other tried to use physical force against him.

He quickly eliminated the ones using magic by a putting a simple, spell repelling and invisible wall to everyone but it's caster between himself and the man. One of the remaining two was killed quickly with a well places cutting charm, while the last one proved to be a little tougher, but not by much, as after a few well aimed kicks and punches Harry was able to get behind him and break his neck without much effort.

The next room proved to be even easier. There were about five dementors in the room, but Harry only laughed them off. Obviously his masters never figured out about his attained immunity to them. It took him about a minute to take all of them out.

The second to last room was the first one that made Harry stop, but only for a moment.

As soon as he stepped inside, he found Hermione inside, tied in front of the small hole that lead to the next room. Harry only smirked and tried to cut her ropes with a simple cutting charm, which, of course, didn't work.

'I should have known' he thought. As he was about to lift his hand when Hermione started to speak as if she only noticed Harry's presence then.

"Harry, what are you doing here? You came to save me, right? Harry, it's been so horrible! They kept me here for so long. They tortured me…for so long… And sometimes they'd show me to you, I know they did. And I tried to tell you, I really did, but I couldn't They wouldn't let me. Oh, Harry, I knew that you'd come eventually." She said in a very Hermione-like manner.

'Very convincing.' Harry thought. 'They almost lead me to believe this was the real Hermione. Very clever of them. It's a pity it didn't work.'

With that he raised his hand and started to utter the deadly curse, as he knew that no other would work. He wouldn't be able to get her out of the way without killing her.

"Avada…." He started, but was interrupted by Hermione.

"Harry, what are you doing!?" shrieked the scared sounding girl. "It's really me, Hermione, the one who was by your side every time even when Ron didn't believe you. Harry, please, you can't do this. I love you Harry, don't do this. Please." She sobbed as tears made their way down her cheeks and fear consumed her eyes.

At this, Harry lowered his hand and hesitated.

'What if she's telling the truth and she's really Hermione. I can't kill her. I really can't.' he thought. 'But what if it's another clever plan to get me on the wrong track. What if…'

"Harry, I love you so much. I've always loved you. From the first moment on when I'd read about you in my books I knew that we belonged to each other, that we were soul mates." She sobbed. That was a mistake to say. Harry knew Hermione and he knew that she'd never say something like that. Maybe she had a crush on Lockhart way back in second year, but even then it wasn't more then a crush. She'd never "fall in love" with someone because he was famous. That just wasn't Hermione. He raised his hand smirking and said:

"Avada Kedavra." As the deadly cursed rushed towards the body of Hermione the girl was screaming and wiggling, trying in vain to get out of the way of the curse. As soon as the Unforgivable reached her body the room fell silent. For a few moments Harry was worried that he made the wrong decision and killed the real Hermione when the body didn't disappear as it did with the death eaters in the first room, but then he noticed the body melting away and leaving him the hole in the wall free.

As soon as he came out of the short tunnel that lead to the last room, a sword almost cut his head down. He quickly got up, but didn't have enough time to observe his attacker or his surroundings, as another attack came and this time successfully slashed through the skin of his cheek. He felt hot blood running down his face, but didn't care, or rather didn't have enough time to care, as another attack came.

He quickly sidestepped the attack and summoned his own sword. The two swords clashed together with the familiar sound of metal on metal. The two warrior pushed away each other, but neither of them lost their balance thanks to long hours of training.

Harry quickly sent an effective, but relatively harmless spell at his opponent, and taking advantage of his attacker's moment of surprise, he quickly transfigured his sword into a short knife and threw it at his opponent, successfully landing the knife in his left leg.

Harry ran forward silently and just as his opponent pulled the knife out of his thigh Harry reached him and punched him into the face, breaking his nose. By that time the attacker realised just what was happening and swiftly sidestepped Harry's next blow. With this step, he gained the upper hand in the fight, as Harry was with his back turned to him, and even though Harry realised this too, he didn't have enough time to turn around, so he got a powerful kick into back, stumbling forward.

The man in black was about to attack again, but this time Harry was prepared and as the man was about to deliver another punch he fired a spell at his opponent which would temporarily blind him.

Of course Harry knew that the other man could fight blindly almost as well as with his eyesight, he was confident about the outcome of the fight. With a few kicks and punches he got his opponent to back away, towards a corner he couldn't see. By the time he realised just what Harry was doing his back was already up to the wall and he had no time to escape. Harry silently summoned his sword which still looked like a knife, transfigured it back and without a second thought trust it into the stomach of his opponent.

The man would have died instantly if they were on Earth, but as the man was already dead, he couldn't die once again, but he admitted, when he was defeated. He let Harry take off the spell and he healed himself after Harry removed his sword from is stomach.

"It was a great fight, Harry Potter." Said the man better known as Halálszárny. "We taught you well. Congratulations. You've passed the exam. You may return to your family. Good luck, Harry Potter." Said the man and Harry disappeared from the land of the Kitaszítottak, never to return again.

END OF FLASHBACK

"And that's it. You know the rest." Finished Harry.

For a few moment neither of them said a word, but then Hermione broke the silence.

"Harry, I never knew…I…I don't know what to say." She finished lamely.

"Just…Hermione, please tell me you won't leave me. I don't think I'd be able to survive it. You, and now this child are the only ones it's worth living for in my life. I beg you." He said.

"Harry, I won't leave you. I told you before. I'll never leave you and I intend to keep that promise. You know how much I hate breaking my promises. I love you, nothing can change that."

Harry didn't say anything to that, only kissed his wife passionately, hugging her closer to his body, conveying all his feeling to her with that single kiss. They were blissfully unaware of the person who was listening into their conversation from the beginning. Remus Lupin.

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