A/N: Yeah so here is the last chapter. And then comes the epilogue. After that this story is done, finite!

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The winter breeze swiftly blew the window charms, bringing the young woman to sigh as the charms sweetly rang in her ears. Her mouth left a small sigh as silent tears fell onto her chest while she rocked herself on the rocking chair, clutching the pink bear closer to her heart.

That bear was supposed to be her daughter.

And she was supposed to be sleeping soundlessly as her mummy sang to her.

Angels watch over my baby,

Grant her a lifetime of your care

So that even when I cannot be with her

I'll know you will always be there.

Hermione smiled sadly as her eyes darted towards the clear night sky sheeted with stars. Her baby Lily was one of them. All she wanted was to sing the lullaby which her mother sang to her whenever Hermione felt lonely or insecure. She wanted Lily to know that her mummy was missing her a lot more than anyone could imagine. So all she did was softly continue singing while closing her eyes, and imagining her baby girl cooing softly in her arms.

Angels watch over my baby,

Grant her a lifetime of your love

So that even when my eyes are closed

I'll know that you watch over from above.

Harry stood at the door, dearly listening to his wife as she sang for their departed daughter. His eyes couldn't help but shed tears at the thoughts of Lily, who should've been breathing as her mother put her to bed. After burying the small doll sized body next to his parents and his sister, Harry didn't mind but stay there with his wife for hours, staring at their daughter's name which now lay engraved on the tombstone.

Hermione was not the same after that day. Harry could understand a mother's pain after losing her baby at birth. One thing he had always kept to himself was that his mother gave birth to a stillborn boy before his sister was born. He would always recall her off moods and depression as well as his father's as he tried to calm her down in every way possible.

As much as he was trying to do the same to Hermione, he couldn't.

Maybe because he was as broken as she was.

Harry's heart nearly bled as his wife started to sob while her voice never stopped singing lovingly to their baby Lily.

Angels watch over my baby,

Bless every eyelash and curl.

For there is no one on earth any dearer

to me than my little baby girl.

So painful.

Her voice sounded painful and he could understand.

Wiping his tears, Harry slowly walked to Hermione and kneeled down to face her teary eyes. It was dark, yet he could trace the puffiness of her eyes and nose and also her burning skin which was slowly growing hotter as she cried.

He wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her for an embrace. Harry was trying to get over his daughter's death, however, Hermione's sadness and grief made him fail to do so. Every night he would hold her while she would silently shed tears into his shoulder as she slept. It had been nearly two months, yet it seemed like they lost a part of their family merely some hours ago.

"Hermione," Harry quivered as Hermione's cries changed to stifled sobs. "Let's get you to bed okay?"

He felt his wife nod against his shoulder as she clung tighter to him, the teddy long forgotten in her lap. Harry kept the toy on the floor and swiftly lifted his wife and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Whenever Hermione did that, Harry felt intimate however now, he felt as if he was carrying a little child who just had a nightmare and its vivid images haunted her mind.

Once they reached their bedroom, Harry gently sat Hermione on the bed and lay her head down on her favourite pillow whilst lovingly petting her hair. Her dead eyes were wide open, not making any signs of closing for a dreamless sleep. Pulling the blanket to her chest, he placed a kiss on her forehead and slid behind her still body, placing an arm around her waist.

He felt Hermione snuggle closer to his warmth and taking his hand on her stomach as they lay silently, admiring the stars visible from the window on the night sky.

"I know why he did it."

Harry questioningly looked at Hermione but couldn't meet her eyes as she was facing the window.

"He's trying to punish me-"

"Who's trying to punish you?"

Hermione took a huge breath and continued.

"God is trying to punish me because I'm guilty for many things." She said angrily. "I- I have hurt so many people in my life, even you-"

"Hermione-"

"My parents, I offered to go to that market that day but both of them had an argument with me and they died in the blast-"

"Sweetheart-"

"My love for you was too weak unlike yours and I went and slept with my best friend because I was desperate-"

Harry tried to calm her down when Hermione started to sob softly.

"I'm sure that I have taken our Lily's life as God's punishment. I've taken many lives, I've killed my parents, our daughter and even-"

"Hermione," Harry held her tight and placed a kiss on her head. "Don't blame yourself darling. It's not your fault-"

"But Harry, you have no idea how guilty I feel about everything!"

"I can understand." He said squeezing her hand. "And you know you're all forgiven, at least by me. Look at me sweetie." He sighed as his wife turned to look at him. "It's not your fault okay. And as for your love for me, I know it's strong. You gave me a baby girl. Sadly she had to go away-"

"That's because I'm guilty-"

"Minnie, you aren't making sense!" Harry gently stopped her and kissed her softly. When he didn't feel her responding, he broke away and said "I love you alright and I don't blame you for anything."

"But-"

"Sweetheart, you need a nice sleep right now. Please."

Hermione sighed and snuggled into Harry's chest, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat against her cheek. It may not make any sense to Harry, but surely her guilt made sense to her.

Because she may have taken a life of another person dear to her.

The next morning, Harry woke up to the sound of cluttering from the kitchen. He was all alone in the bed and assumed that Hermione was making them breakfast; it was seven already. Yawning he got onto his feet and lazily made his way towards the bathroom. After a nice hot shower, he changed into his work clothes and made his way towards the kitchen so that his grumbling stomach could get an answer. What brought a smile to his face was Hermione, who was surprisingly behaving like an ideal house wife.

She had her hair tied in a messy bun and her night robe was tied around her slim figure. He smiled as she ran around the kitchen to check on the bacons and then started to pour his favourite tea into two cups. This was the first time in the past two months where his wife was making her breakfast. She had forgotten about her eating schedule after Lily's death and ignored all the news reporters who ached to get an interview with her and interrogate about their daughter's death.

"Morning Minnie." Harry wished her as made his way towards her and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Morning." Hermione replied with a small smile and handed his breakfast plate. "The tea is on the island."

Harry nodded and placed a kiss on her cheek which she silently accepted and sat on the kitchen island, sipping the refreshing beverage she brewed for him.

Hermione joined her husband within seconds with her own bowl of fresh fruit salad and started to quietly eat her breakfast.

For the very first time in months, there was an awkward silence between the couple.

Harry looked at his wife who idly continued to chew on the apple, her eyes trying their best to stay away from his. He could understand that things between them had been hard lately, however, Harry couldn't register why Hermione had been behaving funny and awkward.

"Hermione, I guess we need to take a holiday to get away things from our mind." Harry said, trying to earn his wife's attention. "We've been through a lot and we truly deserve a break-"

"What are you saying Harry?" Hermione asked him monotonously.

"I'm saying that we leave the country to get some fresh air." Harry explained. "You always wanted to see the snowy winter in Switzerland so," he paused and gave Hermione a small smile. "Why don't we spend our January over there?"

Hermione merely looked at him expressionlessly. She knew Harry was trying to take her mind off Lily and she appreciated his efforts to make her smile. Instead of replying, she answered him with a shrug.

"So you're okay with it?" Harry asked curiously when she didn't answer and managed to give him a smile. "Alright, so I'll tell Sirius that I won't be available for the next two weeks. I have a wife to take care of."

Hermione blushed slightly yet tiredly when she felt her hand being taken by her husband. She still loved it whenever Harry entwined their fingers making it feel more intimate than it always was.

"We need to get over our past. I hope you understand darling." Harry said softly and she nodded.

He sighed and got off the island and walked over to her side before giving Hermione's sitting form an embrace. Harry's heart fluttered when Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him back.

"Can you manage the journalists today or must I do it for you?" He asked her.

"I'll do it myself." She replied against his stomach.

Harry smiled to himself and placed a kiss on her head. "I love you." He said.

"Love you too." Hermione replied and looked at him with a bigger smile.

"Anyway, I'll get going." Harry said and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. "I'll see you."

Hermione nodded as Harry gave her body a squeeze and left the kitchen. Her mind went blank until she heard the door click close, announcing Harry's departure.

Her mind played flashbacks of whatever she and Harry had gone through together and brought nothing but guilt into her heart. He was doing so much for her to remain happy, starting with giving her some place for privacy. Harry had been nothing but truthful to her in her life while Hermione lied to him.

She had lied to him about everything.

Everything except about her love for him.

Hermione was so much in love with Harry that she sacrificed her father in law's life for him.

When she confessed that she didn't murder Gregory Walsh, she lied.

Harry came back later that evening, his pale face completely red due to the cold weather outside. It had started to snow and he wanted to take Hermione for a stroll by their favourite lake which probably had started to freeze with the chilly weather.

Hanging his coat by the door and taking off his socks, Harry straight away walked into the kitchen to help himself with a glass of warm water, expecting his wife to show up at the disturbance. When she didn't, he tensed up.

"Hermione?" He called out. "Sweetheart are you there?"

Still, he got no response.

"Minnie?" Harry called out again, this time he took his time to check the study and the living room before heading upstairs towards the nursery the two had painted for Lily. To his surprise, she wasn't there.

Where on earth are you?

Harry's heart started to pound in fear when he didn't find her presence in their bedroom. He then slowly crept inside the closed bathroom and frowned when he found it empty without a soul.

She must have gone out to take some fresh air, he thought and nodded to himself before taking a seat on the bed. He glanced at the frame on the nightstand and smiled. It was the first picture of theirs taken as husband in wife. Harry wished that it was coloured and not black and white as he saw their grinning faces looking ecstatic while their arms tightly held each other. He then noticed a piece of paper folded neatly to be fitted into an envelope. Probably Hermione had left a note to him.

Harry took the note gently opened it to find a fairly long letter written in Hermione's elegant, cursive handwriting. Wondering what consisted in the letter, he started to read.

Dearest Harry

I'm sorry if you didn't find me at home when you came back from work. I'm sure you must have been wondering where I was and what was I doing, I know you pretty well darling.

Harry, I want to make a confession to you. I love you and you deserve the entire truth about whatever happened in my life in the past two years. Just promise me that you won't stop loving me even after knowing the truth.

I killed my father in law Gregory Walsh.

No, I'm not lying and you don't need to be shocked. I'm sure you must be wondering that why on earth would I kill my dear one when I never even thought of hurting an insect when we were young. However love, this is the truth. I killed my father in law for my own reasons and I want you to know why. I just can't lie to you anymore, it hurts me too much. You love me and you deserve the entire truth.

Every lie of mine has always been attached to you Harry. Maybe it's a coincidence. However as I kept up with my lies, I knew it had to stop sometimes. I came into my senses when fate took away Elena and Lily away from our lives. I was being punished for trapping you in my web of lies and I regret it now.

You deserve someone better than me, someone who remains loyal to you throughout your life. I was the person with a weak heart, that's why I tried to give up on you so easily. Forgetting you then was hard and falling in love with you was a tough cookie for me.

If you want answers, you know where to find me. Just make sure that it isn't too late.

I will always love you.

Your wife

Hermione

No, she is lying was the first thought which came into Harry's mind as he finished reading the letter. His face was all petrified and his body went stiff as his fingers crumpled the paper which had a silly excuse of a letter.

I killed my father in law Gregory Walsh.

His Hermione wouldn't do that, she surely wouldn't. She was a caring, loving compassionate person. Why on earth would his innocent Hermione commit a crime?

Maybe Harry loved her too much that he refused to believe the letter.

He was blinded by her love.

However, he knew it was the truth. Whenever Hermione didn't have the courage to tell him something in person, she would write him a letter.

After two years, he got to know that it was Hermione all along and she had used him and his emotions for her own benefit.

Oh Harry was so much in rage right now.

In an instant Harry got on his feet and rushed downstairs to put on his shoes and grab his coat. He ran to the car and started the engine as fast as he could to find Hermione. He needed answers; the truth most likely. Harry still couldn't believe that he trusted Hermione with everything while she kept secrets from him.

Within fifteen minutes he reached his destination; the cemetery where all the Potters were buried. He then spotted a hunched coated figure, standing in front of Baby Lily's grave, probably crying silently.

Harry got out of the car and slowly made his way to the woman as innocent specks of snow started to cover the green grass. The moment he was close, she straightened her composure while her back kept facing him.

"Why Hermione?"

Harry's voice sounded gruff and angry when he felt his wife flinch slightly.

"Answer me truthfully. Why did you use me to get to my friend and murder him?"

Hermione turned around and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

It hurt her so much to see Harry like that.

"Harry," Hermione stuttered. "You could've come a bit earlier-"

"I don't care." Harry sneered. "I want explanations before I-" he paused and disgustedly looked at her. "Do you even love me?"

"I love you-"

"Don't lie-"

"I wouldn't lie to you in front of our daughter's grave." Hermione quivered. "Only she gives me the courage to tell you the truth."

"Then at least you won't lie today." He snapped at her. "Why?" He repeated.

Hermione sighed and wiped her tears before looking into his eyes. "You wouldn't believe me if I say-"

"The truth Hermione-"

"Have you ever thought why Gregory offered you a hand in friendship?"

Harry had no answer to her question.

"Remember he asked you to take up the Lestrange case and you were almost killed?"

"You are making no sense-"

"Remember the one against Draco's father? The shoot out? You made it alive thanks to your luck."

"Answer me-"

"He tried to kill you dammit!" Hermione screamed and then started to shed tears. "He tried to make it look like an accident!"

Harry threw her a dirty look and sneered "You lying bitch-"

"I knew Gregory better than you did!" Hermione retorted angrily. "Harry, he was a selfish conceited man who always thought about himself! He hated when anyone would come into his way. Greg wanted me and Jeremy to produce an heir for him while he cheated on his wife behind her back with a café waitress. The day he got to know about our past relationship and that I was still in love with you, he decided to befriend you and kill you!" She sobbed harder. "When- when I got to know about it, I-I couldn't let him hurt you. And- and you know that I love you so much that I'd kill anyone who'd try to harm you in any way. And that's what I did."

Harry paused and looked expressionlessly at his wife as tears invited themselves into his eyes. He knew she wouldn't lie to him in front of their daughter's dead body six feet under the ground.

His Hermione's love for him was never weak.

"Th-that day when Jeremy and I announced our divorce," Hermione continued. "After we left, I told Jeremy that I wanted some time alone. So he left me home and went away. Instead of going back, I took my way back to the hotel in a disguise and slowly made my way into the suite. That day before I left, I poisoned Greg's tea. And later, my plan worked and he was dead. Apparently Rebecca had left before she could witness his death. Then I stabbed him and slit his hand before meeting Draco and then giving you a call. Obviously my plan worked."

Harry sniffled as he saw her sob. He just wanted to take her into his arms.

He loved her as much as he hated her at the moment.

"I understand if you want to hand me over to the police-"

"You're a criminal-"

"I know but-"

All of a sudden Hermione started to cough rapidly and to Harry's horror, it was blood.

"Hermione," he said fearfully, taking her into his arms as she kept coughing and fell on her knees.

"I had a backup plan." She said between her coughs. "I poisoned myself just before you came-"

"Why?" Harry screamed at her and caressed her bloody face.

"You deserve someone better-"

"I deserve you!" He cried and kissed her forehead. "I love you Hermione, don't-"

"If you could've come a bit earlier I would've been yours." Hermione said tiredly as her eyes started to droop close. "You were late this time-"

"Don't do this to me Minnie! I forgive you." Harry sobbed. "I forgive you for everything! I love you!"

"I'm dying Harry-"

"I'll take you to doctor, I'll save you-"

"Please darling, let it be." Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. "I love you."

Harry sobbed harder and buried his head into her neck. "I love you too." He cried and kissed her forehead. "Please don't leave me. I love you, you promised that you won't."

However, Hermione never replied back an Harry was left crying over his wife as the snow innocently fell on them.

"You lied that you won't leave me!"

He was too late.

If Harry arrived seconds earlier, he could have stopped Hermione to take the poison.

However, tonight he failed himself.

Hermione's love was much stronger than his. She saved his life from his greatest enemy; his best friend.

She sacrificed her life for him so that he could find a better fish in the lake.

However Harry had his eyes only for one and she bade him goodbye.

Maybe it was his time to bid goodbye to this nightmare as well.

A/N: Were you expecting it to end like this? Because, this is the ending. This story is done! Finito!

The last words of this chapter suggest something. What do you think it is?