The scene in Little Hangleton was chaotic—and that was a nice way of saying things. The snow-covered yard of the manor that had once been home to Voldemort's muggle family members was strewn with debris from the trees and there were patches of the snow that looked as if they'd been scorched. "Put up your hood, you'll be less noticeable that way."

"What about you?" Harry wasn't going to let his favorite uncle walk into Voldemort's main headquarters without some protection.

"I'm going to put on mine as well. I may spend a lot of time around you and Draco, but I'd rather not subject myself to needless torture." The two of them were hidden behind a fallen tree, but they had no way to get inside without being seen. "There's a way to get in from the back, but we'll have to be quick about it."

"Quick is my middle name, dear uncle." Severus led Harry around the side of the house to the back.

"The old servants' staircase is just through that door." Severus pointed out a moldy wooded door that hung off its hinges. "One, two, three…run!" Harry bolted for the door. He stood tightly against the wall and waited for further instructions. "They'll have her in the main room…just down this corridor. If we can remain unnoticed until then, we'll have a tremendous advantage. Keep calm and act as if nothing unusual is going on."

"My, my…so very pretty and so very stupid." Harry heard Voldemort hiss as they came closer to the room where Hermione was—the same room where Lucius and the Death Eaters had tortured Harry in summer. "It's a shame you were so nasty to my dear friend Harry, or he might have come to save you. I will have fun sending him horrible images of your dead body."

Severus nodded to Harry. "Go ahead. I'll get your back; just do what you need to do."

Harry walked into the room, slowly threading his way into the center of the group. He threw off his hood. "Once again Voldemort, you underestimated the power that true love can have. Someone very wise, though easily swayed by her innate trust in authority figures, once said that evil wins battles, but not the war. Today, you aren't going to win either."

Hermione's eyes widened. She was covered in bruises and gashes from the various curses they'd thrown at her. She hadn't thought that Harry would come to her aid after how foolish she'd been in trusting a letter that Bellatrix Lestrange had coerced her parents into writing. Severus had thrown up a strong ward that would keep the Death Eaters back long enough for Harry and Hermione to use the spell that they'd worked so hard on. Hermione smiled, gathered enough strength to stand up, and grabbed Harry's hand.

"You two don't have enough power to kill me. Indeed, I'll even give you a free shot, just to prove it. I'm immortal now, thanks to Harry's blood. No one can kill me." Voldemort cackled. He saw no use for love, and wanted, desperately, to see them fail.

"Goodbye, Tom Marvlo Riddle. It's been a pleasure." The same gold light that had destroyed Dumbledore emerged from their wands and hit a shocked Voldemort in the chest. Everyone in the room with a Dark Mark fell to the ground, having met the same fate as their master.

"This time, he's not coming back." He turned toward her and grasped her hands. "I forgive you, Hermione. I never stopped loving you, even though it seemed as if you'd stopped loving me."

"Love always wins, Harry. I may have pushed it away, but I'm not going to do that again." There, in the middle of the now deceased Death Eaters, their lips locked in one of the most passionate kisses Severus had ever seen…and he'd seen plenty in his life, especially since Lily and Gawain were both hopeless romantics. She brushed aside his hair. "Your scar is fading, Harry."

He just grinned at her, as various members of the British Ministry for Magic swarmed in around them. Alastor Moody stomped over to the couple. "You'll surely be up for Orders of Merlin now. Did you use that spell that you've become so famous for?"

"Yes. My dad said that it's now legal in 76 countries, plus Puerto Rico. They've deemed it the best way of ridding the world of evil…though it takes two powerful people in love to cast it together."He locked eyes with Hermione. "Our services may be in high demand."

"I'll use that as your statement. I take it you didn't intend for all of his followers to die as well?"

Harry looked at the fallen sadly. "No. They made their decision to be evil…there's not much to be said about them."

"Aye. Sometimes the most necessary things are the hardest to take. I'll be in touch with you, personally, as we finish here. May I contact you at Hogwarts?" Severus, who was still in shock, nodded at the old Auror.

"Draco?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"We did it. Voldemort's gone, and even better than that, Hermione's coming back!"

"You didn't tell me you put Draco in our bond, Harry." Hermione "glared" at him.

Harry shrugged. "I had to talk to someone when you left."

"Oh, so now that she's back I'm relegated to "someone"."

"Come on, Draco. We still love you."

"Good, because you'll be stuck with me as a brother in a few weeks."

Hermione glared at him again. "You didn't tell me that when you talked to me every night when you thought I was asleep."

"We just found out today, 'Mione. You'll come for Christmas, won't you?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

A/n: Yay! Voldemort is gone, Harry and Hermione have reconciled, and all is right with the world.