HOGWARTS

HarryPOV

Ginny and I are kneeling in Hermione's old room, packing up her things. Hannah Abbott is going to be the new Head Girl, and first, we need to clear Hermione's things from the room. Everything was just so Hermione - books stacked in alphabetical order on the shelves, clothes coded according to colour.

"She was so tidy. Remember how she'd follow Ron around that summer after the war, picking up after him? He'd get so annoyed."

"I remember. Even when we were hunting bloody Horcruxes, she'd be tidying up every spare minute, fussing round us. Made us laugh."

"I wish there was some way we could give her all this back. All her books - she loved these all so much."

"Ginny, I know it's hard. But she's a hero now. Mind you, she always was. She saved the world - two worlds, all the worlds. And everyone knows she was right now." Professor McGonagall interrupts us, and there's someone standing in the hallway behind her.

"There's somebody here to see you." The girl she ushers in is a complete stranger.

"I have brought a message for Harry Potter." She holds out her hand, in which lies Hermione's locket. "Hermione Granger asked me to give you this." Before we can say anything to the girl, she walks quietly away. Minerva McGonagall closes the door softly behind her, and I open the locket.

A six-inch high figure of Hermione stands in the locket. She stands smiling at us.

"Harry, the girl who just gave you this message was a resident of the Gap. I cannot explain - I had to promise. Nobody can ever know the true nature of the Gap. But she agreed to bring you this message. I did it, Harry. I made the necessary sacrifice, but I'll be OK. I'm going to be happy, Harry, and so are you. I'll never forget you. Maybe we'll see each other again, in what's waiting for us after we all die. Say goodbye to Ginny and Ron. Tell them I love them. And never forget that I love you too, and that I always shall." She waves at us cheerfully, and then vanishes. Ginny chokes on a sob.

"I miss her so much," she says softly.

"I know. So do I. but I believe in nothing as much as I believe in her. She said she'd be OK, and I know she will. I'd know if anything had happened." I put my arm around her, and she cradles her tiny little baby bump.

"We should call her Hermione."

"We should," I agree, putting my hand over hers. "And when she's old enough to understand, we can tell her about the Hermione who we named her for, and we can tell her how she was a hero and how she saved the world. And she be proud of her too."

"I just miss her so much. I just can't see how we're going to be without her. Ron's in pieces. He's lost without her, he can barely even look at pictures of her. I wanted him to help us, I thought it might help him come to terms with it. But he wouldn't. He still believes she'll find a way back."

"I wish that. But I saw - when I met her in the office, and she had Jasper with her - I saw the way she looked at him. She'll realise how she feels about him, how he feels about her, and they'll be happy together. She'll find a new family, but they'll never replace us, and we'll never find anyone to come close to her." She leans into my arms, and for a moment, we feel our baby kick, and we remember her.

FORKS, WA

HPOV

I'm out in the garden, and the sun, to make a nice change, is shining. They're all in the shade of one of the big, ancient oaks, with solid, massive trunks, and gnarled branches, but Carlisle has parked me in the sun, and it's nice and mild. I've got a light cardigan on, and I'm down to light dressings. My hands are totally free and I can walk much further without pain. My chest is still bad, and that's what is worrying Carlisle, as the rest of me is healing so rapidly. I'm not too concerned though - I know I'm alright, and there's always Essence of Dittany. Jasper leaves the others, who are lying in about in attitudes which frankly suggest they've all over-eaten. They all went hunting this morning, as I insisted I would be absolutely fine without them, and they seem to have made up for lost time. Jasper finally stirs himself to stand and come over to me. He breaks into glitter - honestly, after the first couple of times, that stuff is just quite odd, and more than a little off-putting - and bends over me to ask if I want anything.

"Could you just wheel me out of the sun, it's getting a bit too warm?"

"Sure. There you go."

"Thanks."

"Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"

"Jasper, stop fussing over Hermione like an old mother hen and come back over here. We want to finish our puzzle," Alice teases. This puzzle is huge. It's got 200,000 pieces, all tiny, and they ordered it online, specially made. They've put it out on the grass on a big board It's enough to provide them with a bit of a challenge, enough to keep them amused for a while. I smile at Jasper, and he joins the others on the grass.

"I'm fine, thank you. Can I help with your puzzle?" Emmett jumps up before Jasper can rejoin me, and pushes me a bit closer.

"Can I put you on the grass?"

"Hermione can be on the grass if she wants to be on the grass," Carlisle says, from where he and Esme are snuggled up together. There's been a bit of necking going on over there. Emmett lifts me very, very gently, and places me on the grass.

"Alright there?"

"Yes thanks."

"Alright, here's the box of puzzle pieces and here are some bowls. You can start sorting out sky and grass."

"How fun."

"Don't mock our puzzle," Emmett says, poking me in the cheek. I suppose he'd normally go for my ribs, but I'm ninety percent bandages there.

"I'm not mocking your puzzle, the puzzle is lovely. Here, why not just turn the pieces over, look, all the grey matches."

"Don't quit the day job, you are not the best comedienne in the world."

"You're so rude."

"According to your theory, I'm half God. I can be as rude as I want."

"Rosalie, am I going to regret telling him that?"

"Yes, yes you are."

"You're half God, Emmett, not actual God. I'm told, back on my world, there is a cult that actually worships me. To them, I am a God."

"Are you serious?" Edward asks.

"Absolutely. They're quite respected, and are reasonably sane, nothing too extreme. They're called The Cult of the Woman of the Gold."

"Nice. Ever visited?"

"No, but I happened to meet one of their members on a trip to America a few months ago. He was friendly, and nice - a little star-struck, but nice. I tried very hard to make it easy for him. He did invite me back to visit them, but I didn't have enough time, I had to go back to England. I think the basis of this - cult - is that they follow my example."

"Can't be a bad thing. You set a reasonable example."

"Just reasonable?"

"Well, you do have a thing for fire." We share a laugh at that.

"Well, I've got lots of sky and grass. What's this going to be?"

"Here's the box."

"It's the clearing. The clearing where you found me."

"It is. We can make one up for you and Jasper if you like, with a smaller number of bits."

"I'd like that."

"The next full moon is in a week," Jasper murmurs to me, looking at me.

"Yes. One more week," I say, putting a hand on his knee.

JPOV

Yes, just another week. And then I will be human, and she and I can be together, and spend our lives in our little cottage. It'll be wonderful. I kiss her gently, feel her smile under my lips. Yes, it will be wonderful.