Orokid: I merely wrote this chapter because I had been asked to by one of my reviewers. True, I might've been a little PO'ed at the idea that people might not have understood my ending all that well, but I also knew where they were coming from. I hadn't quite made it clear (or understandable) how they had returned to the past, and, when I had reread it (again), I found that I had confused myself at the same time.

So, reviewers, be proud of me- I wrote an actual chapter in a twenty-four hour time period. I know I already am. Lol.

Disclaimer: Like I have previously stated in every chapter before this, I do not claim ownership to Harry Potter. Those belong to JK Rowling and no one else, and I would dare to dream to take it away from her (yeah right- Harry and Hermione would've been together at the end!!). So, please, do not sue me- I don't even have a bank account so… yeah. Suing isn't that good a thing right now…

Epilogue

Truth of the Untold

She hadn't faced him in weeks, maybe even months, and she doubts that she even could again without remember what had happened between them. There had been too many smiles, too many hugs, too many kisses, for her to just forget the fact that she had, at one time, been planning to live her life by his side. Yet no matter the fact that there had been too many everything's, she hadn't been able to shake the thought that she had been ruining her Harry's life by being as selfish as she was. With every good thing that had occurred for them, something horrible seemed to follow closely behind, and she couldn't endanger his image to the wizarding world- or his life.

By pure accident, she had discovered that their residence at the former home of Sirius Black had been ransacked not much longer after they had left for the hospital. And, with more of her damned luck, she had found that Saint Mungo's would be their next target since they seemed to enjoy keeping Voldemort's mortal enemy inside at all times.

And the reason as to why she had known all this information first hand was a simple fact, really. Harry, while in the throes of his bad dreams and visions, even after he had been taught to keep his enemy out of his head, seemed to talk in his sleep. She had wondered briefly how Ron hadn't ever heard him do it before, but then had thrown the thought away, deeming that their beloved friend had probably slept through most of it, if not it all. Still, that hadn't helped the situation much, and she had ended up writing both Dumbledore and McGonagall about what she had heard. The two had appeared hours later, possibly moments before the imminent attack, with blue polished time turners. Both she and Harry had had them fastened to their necks although separately, unlike their adventure in third year, and their teachers had asked her to pick a date from which they would like to start reversing time from. Hermione, at the time, had answered as best she could, opt to say that she would rather move back eight months, although she was secretive as to why with her teachers. She answered for Harry, offering her thoughts that four months would do- he should forget all about the day that she had told him about her predicament.

It hadn't been until she had felt something pull through her entire being, a pain searing through her abdomen like none she had ever felt before, and then finally opening her eyes to see the roof of her dormitory back at Hogwarts that she knew somewhat about what that time-turner had done. When she had taken a glance at the muggle calendar her parents had insisted she carry at all times, it had been then that her theories had been convinced. She, Hermione Granger, had time traveled back to her original body, using a rare and almost non-findable time-turner that could only be used once through its existence. In other words, it would never work any longer, and she would wear it around her neck as a pendant to remember what she had sacrificed for Harry's happiness without the worry that she would be launched forward or backwards in time.

But, as she took a second look at her calendar, she realized that their professors had sent her back to where she had insisted they would- before she and Ron had made their biggest mistake, and before they had even gotten together.

Hermione could remember feeling awkward the day after she had returned, considering the memories that remained. There had been times when she had forgotten that she had left that time in another universe, and she grew weary of catching herself before she made her mistakes. And then, there had been the subject matter of Harry… Every time they were near one another, she grew flushed and had needed to excuse herself before thinking had become to hard for her. He had immediately figured that she had been avoid him for some reason, and had promptly questioned her behavior after dinner two weeks after she had taken up playing her game of hide-and-seek.

Due to the fact that he had only looked at her as if she was a lunatic when she had asked if he even remembered anything about living at Godric's Hallow with her, she figured that his memory for that morning in that alternate future hadn't returned to him yet. She waited, acting as normally as she could, for him to become the Harry that had held her night after night, but it seemed as though he'd never come.

Around the time that she had given him up, decided that Dumbledore had only sent her back to fix the future, he had run up to her as though he hadn't seen her in years. From that moment, she knew that her Harry had finally come home to her.

Still… it had killed her more than anyone would know to tell him that those adventures they had shared had been nothing more than a dream. If anything, she wanted him to know the truth, to know that her actions to repent her sins had led them her. But, to do that, he would think less of her, and she couldn't bear it if that was what would happen. They had needed to forget everything that had happened, and he certainly needed to move on from something as capricious as their prior relationship.

But that hadn't stopped him from hunting her down once more like he had before, months ago, for the very same reason.

"Harry, I've been studying- don't worry about me. Worry about yourself. How are you going to get a job after we graduate if you haven't practiced any of the curriculums in school?" She knew her answer had been more than pitiful when his ever present worry faced her down. It seemed as though that had been the only thing left behind from those unknown times with her Harry, and she would have smiled if the tears would be the next to follow. The only way she could keep herself from doing just that was berating her friends, especially Harry, about school and the unknown future that was to come.

After her words, that look that she had been trying her hardest to forget would be in his eyes, and she would curse herself silently that she was so weak willed to be unable to fight against it. He'd then give her that partial smile, and something would cross his features- a realization of the irony in his life, probably- and that smile would only grow into its grim shadow. "You're always the first one to be in the library, so… I suppose I might as well, you know, join you?" There had been hope in his voice- the sort that she knew she couldn't deny anything to- and his eyes seemed to be able to look into her soul.

"That… would be kind, Harry," she had answered him after a moment's thought, a silent plea within asking her heart to slow from its lonely race. Even if she wanted to, she knew that she couldn't keep avoiding him forever- their lives in sixth year would be hard enough as it was, and her complications would only be just that- complications. "I would enjoy the company." Out of everything, she hoped to God that her face wasn't as red as she felt it to be. "We could always work on your charms and potions, since both seem to take you a moment longer than the rest of our studies." Offering a somewhat cocky smile, one that teased and entertained him at the same time, she turned back the way she had been going in the first place.

It was a start, but she hoped that her emotions would turn someday to another, if even a little bit, and hoped that her memories and his dream would drift into time and finally be forgotten. Now, all she had to do was find a way to get her heart to cooperate with that plan…

FIN (and I mean it this time…)

Orokid: So, this chapter was basically used so to make everyone understand the ending better. I hope it helps everyone that was asking me "WTF??" in their reviews. Thanks for reading my entire story, and this is the first (more than two chapters) chapter story that I've completed, so please feel proud of me. Lol. Anyway…

Thanks again for taking time out of your life and reading this- I really appreciate it.