Harry and Hermione looked at the contents of the trunk Anima the house-elf had in storage. Jane/Hermione recognized the items. Jamie/Harry noticed the glimmer in her eyes.

"We can end it all," said Jane/Hermione.

"Let's end it all, then," said Jamie/Harry.

"It must be done in such a way that no one questions our actions." Added Jane/Hermione.

"Do we have everything to make that scenario real?" asked Jamie/Harry.

"Yes, we do," said Jane/Hermione.

"You want to rant and not get these children's bodies into such a scheme," said Jamie/Harry.

"Fuck, Jamie, I wish I wasn't so obvious so that you could stop reading my gestures so easily," said Jane/Hermione.

"Keep saying that, maybe I'll try harder, or you will," said Jamie/Harry.

"As far as we know, these kids have gone through death and returned only to host our star-crossed souls, would it be fair to rewrite their path, only to fit our love into it?" asked Jane/Hermione.

"I know you're afraid, I'm scared too, but you know what's going to be the outcome if we don't change their path. Do you think your favourite girl would submit as easily to that sad life outcome, if you gave her the choice?" asked Jamie/Harry.

"It's not sad, it's just, unfulfilling, I mean she gets to be Minister, but she marries the clown who has to be drunk at their wedding. Oh man, the feeling of dread just permeated my throat when I learned it was so lame to be married to the orange clown moron Weasley. The only happiness was being a mother, being Minister of Magic, but it felt like such an empty ending… gah! It made me want to tear my eyes and my heart out. I felt she was betrayed, and then you, Harry, the most brilliant, selfless, generous being, gots paired with the fan girl, who also has the last name Weasley." Added Jane/Hermione with a shudder.

"You're joking, right, a cousin?" asked Jamie/Harry.

"Your kids hate you, you don't get treated for the PTSD and you sour so bad when you grow old. In the end, the author only wanted to write one book and was forced to write seven, and she didn't understand romance or healthy relationships and magic made less sense than a three dollar bill. But hey, everybody wanted their Hogwarts letter," cried Jane/Hermione.

"I think the Harry in me wants to dive head on into that trunk and avoid that moronic destiny. Now, you and I are going to help these kids. We as assassins have to do everything in our power to avoid dying or being married to cousin Ron for you and fan girl Ginny for me. No, no, no. I can't blame my kids for hating me, god, I must have been horny, drugged or blackmailed. Nope, not in this life, so help me god, Merlin, or whatever or whoever is out there!" said Harry in a panic.

"Ha-ha, ha, ha! Oh god, it's just so dumb," Hermione laughed a bit more, and then she sobered up.

Harry stepped in front of her held her face and said in a serious tone, "I don't want a perfect world, I want a world with you in my life, nothing else makes sense,"

"I love you," said Hermione.

"I love you too," replied Harry.

Hermione and Harry pulled each other in a hug. Hermione kissed his cheek and he did the same.

Then they heard someone behind, clearing his throat. Harry turned to face the intruder, while Hermione tried to hide her face in the crook of his neck.

"Man, your timing sucks!" said Harry to Sirius.

"I only heard the last part, and if it wasn't for the fact that you two are pre-teens, I would worry about unplanned pregnancies," said Sirius.

"Nope, I haven't become the Minister of Magic, so no kids until I have the post," said Hermione.

"I haven't founded the orphan's of war charity, kicked the last of the blood purists out of the Wizengamot and played Quidditch in a world cup on the home team. So yeah, no kids until then, you on the other hand, have the means, the woman (Lady Bones) in a chair of power looking at you like a piece of meat and grandad Arcturus blessing. Yet, for some reason, you're still thinking you're unworthy. What the hell is keeping you from jumping into that boat?" asked Harry to Sirius.

"Fuck, you're right, but, you are also taking too much time in this attic. Now, I understand your need for intimacy, but I'm your dad, and I'm going to intrude at every chance I get, to demonstrate I'm the one with the last word, get down from the attic where I can see where your hands are, Capiche?" retorted Sirius. "Go," insisted the Lord with a raised eyebrow to the cute couple.

"Hey, Hermione Jane, want to be my girlfriend?" asked Harry in a whisper.

Hermione smiled and nodded, as she answered in a sotto voice, "Yeah, I'll be your girl, and you will be my boy, Harry Jamie,"

When Harry stepped hand in hand with Hermione, Tonks turned to her grandfather and said, "Pay up, grandpa, the kids are together,"

"Well, no more betting against you, Dora," said Arcturus.

Harry and Hermione had to endure the teasing from Sirius, Tonks and Grandpa. However, they endured. They had been in tighter spots before.