"I love you." Hermione held his hand, tight. He lay in their bed, Hermione sitting by his side, not leaving since he had taken ill three days ago. Running her free hand through his hair now streaked with silver tinges. He always did say grey was a sign of distinction.

He was cold and pale; coughing and sweating profusely. He was now 100 years old. And was still the headmaster of Hogwarts. He was always fit and healthy until he had taken a turn for the worse out of nowhere.

Hermione knew his time was coming to an end and her heart broke in her chest.

"You were always the best Father and Husband." She sobbed as she gripped his hand tighter.

He smiled. "No tears, please." His voice so soft and ghost-like she knew it would not belong.

Blinking rapidly she pushed back the tears that wanted to fall, just for him. They had a wonderful life together, two children, both who went on to do great things. Andrew became a Potions Master just like his Father, the youngest ever. Amelia went off to be an Auror, the top in her field.

"Let the children know I love them and always will," He managed to choke out. His eyelids getting heavier, he shut them just a touch.

"Always." She kissed his hand that was entwined with her own.

"Do not mourn me, Hermione, for we shall be together once more soon," His voice now a whisper, a shadow of its normalcy.

She placed a wet tear filled kiss upon his lips, of course, she would mourn him, she was in love with him, she had spent most of her life with the man, they had shared many an intimate moment together.

"It is time for me to embrace death in all its forms. I am tired, Hermione. I cannot go on."

She rested her head on his chest; weeping as his breathing shallowed and then ceased, it was at that moment she knew he had passed to a better place.

- HG -

Hermione lay on the spot her husband had 20 years prior. She was weak, cancer had taken hold of her and run rampant throughout her body, sore and tired she could not take it any longer. Her children by her side, holding her hands now so wrinkled and pale. "We love you, mum." Both of her children said in unison.

They had done her proud over the years, she was blessed with such great children, both banded together when their father had died and comforted her.

Andrew now the headmaster of Hogwarts like his father was prior, Amelia had taken up the post of DADA.

"So proud of the both of you. Will miss you so much." Her voice almost now incoherent, both children watched as their mother closed her eyes. They were thankful for such a wonderfully strong women as their mother. She had shown them nothing but love and compassion in their lives.

"It is time, my children." She whispered closing her eyes.

"Severus?" The man appeared before her, holding out a hand to her.

Gone were the wrinkles and the silver-streaked hair he looked healthy, younger.

Taking his hand he pulled her towards him, she felt renewed, invigorated...Healthy. She looked down at her hands, the skin soft and firm once more. Gone were the wrinkles and the calloused hard-working hands.

"Severus." She beamed, lunging towards him wrapping her arms around his shoulders; he drew her in, placing a zealous kiss upon her lips.

"I told you I would be waiting for you," He murmured, into her ear.

Holding her at arm's length he looked her over, "Just as beautiful as I remembered, now come." Taking her hand he led her down a short garden path. The path lined with roses, she followed it, reaching a small cottage. He led her in. The sitting room covered in pictures of them, their children and the Grand Children.

"How I missed you." He sat on a large white couch, pulling her down onto his lap.

"Where are we?"

"Heaven, Dear."

"Are Harry and Ron here?" They had both died not long after Severus.

He snorted, "It is heaven, what do you think?"

"Yes?" She asked, hopeful.

He nodded his head, even in heaven he could not get away from those two bloody Dunderheads.

"They live not far, they knew you were coming, Hermione and I have no doubt they will be around any second."

"I missed you.." She placed a chaste kiss on his lips. She too had embraced death in all it's forms and had been brought back to her one love.

A/N: Yay. That was fun to write and a little different to what I am used too. I wanted to get it over and done with so wrote the last two chapters on the same day. Hope you like it...

April 2018: Fixed up some minor spelling mistakes and missing letters.

Aliasmel