Only One Love
by Bingblot

Rating: G
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 6
Genre: Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 6,039 words in 2 chapters
Published: 14 Mar 2007
Last updated: 26 Mar 2007

This is the story of the love of Harry Potter- the one true love of his life. One-shot.

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/7017/

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1. Only One Love

Disclaimer: JKR owns all things HP; I only borrow.

Author’s Note: This fic is an experiment of sorts, which I wrote after reading several historical biographies. My
attempt at writing a biography of Harry Potter.

Only One Love

An excerpt from The Life of the Boy Who Lived, by Kathryn Delancey, published in 2307, for the 200th anniversary of
Harry Potter’s death.

~*~

With the Second Voldemort War over, the wizarding world entered into what is now known as the Reconstruction period,
where the world rebuilt what had been destroyed and wizarding society entered into a period of as much lighthearted
entertainment as could be fit into each day.

Harry Potter, at just short of his eighteenth birthday, was the undisputed Most Eligible Bachelor of the wizarding
world, a title bestowed on him repeatedly by Witch Weekly until the year he married, along with the Most Charming Smile
award for many years after that.

With all this, it would not have been surprising if Harry had set out on the path of becoming quite a playboy but he did
not.

It is the rather unfortunate fact (from the point of view of a biographer) that Harry Potter’s personal life was quite
boring when compared to the excitement and adventures of the heroism for which he was justly famous.

He had had, as told earlier, brief, adolescent relationships with, first, Cho Chang, and then with Ginny Weasley, but
after his relationship with Ginny ended, it was more than a year before any girl’s name was paired with his. The last
year of the War left him with little time or energy to think about personal matters and so it wasn’t until the
Reconstruction period that he entered into his first adult relationship.

He had a brief affaire du coeur with the beautiful Marguerite d’Estillac, notable more for the attention the media gave
it than for its depth or longevity. They appeared together at all the public events Harry attended for the months of
their relationship, were seen holding hands and, on one occasion at least, Marguerite kissed Harry publicly.
(Characteristically, for Harry, his reaction was to move backwards and put her from him, gently but firmly, although he
softened the rejection with a smile and a kiss on her hand.)

The media, at least, was beside itself with excitement over this, Harry’s first mature romance, and was even more
thrilled that the couple was such a photogenic one. With Harry’s black hair and Marguerite’s blonde, the two made a
striking couple so it is hardly surprising that the media was enthusiastic in its reporting of the two. (It was also
exciting that Marguerite had been among the Beauxbatons students who came to Hogwarts for the Tri-wizard Tournament in
Harry’s fourth year, the youngest student who came, although there is no mention that Harry ever noticed her existence
then.)

However, this relationship lasted no more than six months and shortly afterwards, Marguerite d’Estillac returned to
France after an amicable parting with Harry.

How much Harry cared about Marguerite at the time is debatable, given his taciturnity about his personal life, but we
know now that whatever affection and attraction he may have felt for her, it was certainly nothing deeper than that.

It was more than six months before Harry got involved with another witch, this time the equally lovely Valeria Sterling,
who was a year behind Harry at Hogwarts and was noted for being the prettiest girl of her year in Ravenclaw. His
relationship with Valeria was of even less longevity than that with Marguerite and it is doubtful that it was any
deeper.

His relationship with Valeria mainly serves to highlight one thing that is now quite obvious to us with the benefit of
hindsight, that Harry, for one, was never in the least threatened by the intelligence of a woman. (Marguerite d’Estillac
had also been one of the brightest witches of her year at Beauxbatons.)

Both these relationships, brief as they are, are useful primarily in that they show several characteristics of Harry
that were to become almost legendary. First is his determination to keep his private life private—at which he was
remarkably successful, in spite of all the media’s attempts to pry. (This is unfortunate from the point of view of the
biographer but natural and even praise-worthy in him at the time.) Second is his kindness, in general, to women. It is
noteworthy that both Marguerite and Valeria parted from Harry on friendly terms and, indeed, both were guests at his
wedding. In spite of his dislike of public displays of affection, Harry’s behavior to all of the witches he ever
escorted to public events, indeed his behavior towards all women in general, was always perfectly courteous. He was, as
one witch termed it, “the perfect gentleman—too much so, in some ways.” Thirdly, as mentioned before, is that Harry was
more comfortable with women of intelligence than not. None of the witches Harry was ever associated with were ever
criticized for being silly or vapid.

Lastly, and most importantly and most famously, is the undeniable fact that Harry Potter, as he himself put it, knew
only one true love in his life: his best friend and future wife, Hermione Jane Granger.

In most biographies, it would be natural and traditional at this point to tell the personal history of the other half of
the couple, where they first met, any recorded first impressions, and the development of their relationship among other
things.

For Harry and Hermione, that’s hardly possible or necessary.

No story from Harry Potter’s long life, from the time he turned eleven, is at all complete without the mention of
Hermione. She—and Ron Weasley, to a somewhat lesser extent—are the two constants in Harry’s life from his first year at
Hogwarts to the day he died.

And because of Harry’s reticence about his personal life, we do not know any details about his relationship with
Hermione.

Aside from the scurrilous article written by Rita Skeeter during their fourth year, Hermione was never mentioned
together with Harry in a romantic fashion. They were very old, very close, very platonic best friends and nothing more.

Hermione had her brief relationship with Ron—a relationship so brief as to hardly merit mention except for the fact that
it put some strain on the friendship between the Trio for more than a month after the relationship ended.

After Ron, Hermione’s name was coupled even more briefly with that of Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw classmate of theirs, but
that relationship ended (to both Harry’s and Ron’s poorly-concealed relief) after just over two months.

During the next year and half, Hermione was almost conspicuously single. She went on a series of first dates, as we know
from brief mentions in Witch Weekly, but none of those dates lasted much beyond the first date.

Other than that, Hermione was apparently perfectly content and kept busy with her research and training at St. Mungo’s
and her friendship with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna Lovegood and a very few others.

We do not know when exactly Harry and Hermione’s relationship first changed from being purely platonic to becoming
romantic. We do not know when Harry’s feelings for Hermione deepened from friendship and affection into love. We do not
know when Hermione’s feelings for Harry changed.

We can only estimate, from the best of our knowledge, (a loose estimate, at best, separated as we are from the distance
of 200 years), that it was sometime around Harry’s 20th birthday, in the summer of 2000 that their relationship changed.

One can only wonder, now, whether the celebration of Harry’s birthday somehow turned into a more private celebration for
the two old friends—or whether it happened in some other way, at some otherwise-normal time, as an accident (a fortunate
accident, at least) or a mutual recognition of feeling.

What we do know for certain is that by the time Hermione’s 21st birthday happened, on 19 September 2000, Harry and
Hermione were a couple. They made a tacit acknowledgement of their new relationship by having a formal, intimate dinner
for two at the Avalon, the finest and most exclusive restaurant in London at the time, on the night of her birthday.

Hermione looked lovely in a gown of deep purple and it is not hard to imagine the young Harry staring admiringly at
Hermione throughout that evening. Indeed, in the photos taken from that evening, in all of them, Harry is quite
obviously keeping his eyes on her. His smile is a clear mixture of some pride and some passion and a lot of love. (It
was an expression that would become very familiar to everyone who was at all interested in the relationship over the
years.)

Harry and Hermione had their intimate dinner for two, reportedly holding hands through most of it. We may imagine the
comfort of their quiet conversation with all the ease of their long years of friendship and the new, added element of
romance and passion.

Harry was, for the first, last and only time in his life, passionately, deeply, in love.

It was a love that would become legendary in their own time, adding its own luster to Harry’s already brilliant
reputation and the fame of Hermione, which was nearly as great as his. And so began what would become the most famous
marriage in the history of wizarding Britain and one of the greatest love stories ever known.

In light of all this, it is particularly interesting to note that the predominant reaction of contemporaries to the news
that Harry and Hermione were a couple was surprise, if not downright shock. It had been considered that their
relationship was something like that between siblings, that they were too close as friends for it to become more,
especially with the example of Hermione’s ill-fated romance with Ron.

The only person who expressed no surprise, and indeed was unequivocally happy about the new development in Harry and
Hermione’s relationship was the person whose opinion, arguably, had the most weight: Ron Weasley. Ron’s only public
statement about his two best friends getting involved was to shrug with characteristic casualness and say, “It’s about
time it finally happened and I couldn’t be happier for them.”

More interestingly and providing more insight into the relationship, is what Valeria said when she was asked about it.
“Surprised? Yes, a little bit but not really. There was always some part of Harry that he never let me near, always some
part of him held back. The most important part of him, the center of his life and his interest, was always reserved for
Hermione and, in its own way, for Ron; whatever was left over, the periphery, if you will, of himself, was what he gave
to me and to everyone else, really. It was something I learned very early on and I imagine everyone else has had to
learn it too; that if you’re going to stay at all close to Harry, friends with Harry, you have to accept that Hermione
comes first. If you don’t, if you try to fight that fact, then you’ll lose. It was as simple as that, really. My
surprise is because their relationship, close as it was, was so completely platonic, I think it would have been hard to
change that. But I can honestly say that I’m very happy for Harry and Hermione.”

It is easy for us to say, with the benefit of hindsight, that it is clear that Harry and Hermione were meant for each
other, that theirs was truly a love for the ages. But in the interest of truth, not many of their contemporaries
expected that would happen.

There were several of the more mean-spirited and scandal-minded publications of the time, who ran editorials speculating
how long Harry would stay faithful to Hermione. There were stories printing rumors that Harry was sleeping with this
witch or that. Those stories were given little credence as they were published by the less-reputable magazines of the
wizarding world and were never substantiated with any evidence.

But one such scandalous story was not quite so easily forgotten.

This story was published a few years after they got married and it reported that Hermione had been seen in a close
embrace with an unknown man and was certainly having an affair. This story caused rather more of a stir than it might
otherwise have because it sent most of the wizarding world into an uproar of righteous indignation at the idea of
Hermione cheating on Harry, after all that he’d already gone through. In response to the article, she received several
Howlers and certain other packages filled with such unpleasant substances as Bubotuber pus (an interesting, if pitiable,
instance of history repeating itself as Hermione had endured the same treatment after the scurrilous article written by
Rita Skeeter in their 4th year.) It was, indeed, Harry Potter’s Secret Heartache all over again—only not-so-secret and
made much worse because Hermione was his wife now and he was so clearly devoted to her.

The story would not be worthy of so much mention except that it prompted the one interview Harry ever gave which was
solely regarding his personal life.

The interviewer was a little-known journalist at the time but who would become one of the best-known and most reputable
journalists in the wizarding world as a result of her interview with Harry. She was hand-picked by the advice of Luna
Lovegood, the editor of the Quibbler (who was, by now, married to Ron Weasley.) The interviewer’s name was Diane
Walters.

The interview was recorded and broadcast live over the wizarding television networks as well as on many wireless
networks and was, predictably, very brief.

Harry was interviewed alone—at his insistence, as we later discovered, Hermione had insisted on appearing with him but
had been over-ruled by Harry. He began by stating very simply that the story of Hermione’s infidelity was absolutely
false and the man whom Hermione had been seen embracing was, in fact, Hermione’s father. (Hermione’s father, it will be
remembered, was a Muggle dentist, which accounted for why the paper who first printed the story had not been able to
discover his identity as they never looked beyond the wizarding world—and had, probably, not tried very hard as the
scandal would sell better than the truth).

And then came the pivotal point of the interview. In what was clearly a previously-composed speech (Harry was not known
for his eloquence) but no less sincere for that, Harry said, gravely, “I am breaking my own rule of not speaking about
my personal life for one reason and one reason only and that is Hermione. An attack on her is an attack on me and I will
not sit by while it happens. Hermione is, without a doubt, the finest and the most honorable person I have ever had the
pleasure to know, as well as the cleverest one. I trust her implicitly; I love her. She is and always has been the voice
of my conscience.” He paused for a moment before meeting Diane’s eyes squarely and his voice as he finished was filled
with so much certainty it would have cowed even the most determined detractor of Hermione. “I will always love her.”

It is fortunate for us that one of the recording crew was a trifle over-zealous (or careless) and it is due to this that
we have the one glimpse into the private relationship of Harry and Hermione. It was a scene and a moment which would be
replayed many times, a scene over which girls swooned and older women smiled sentimentally.

Hermione had been waiting on the sidelines for Harry and was, naturally, the first person he turned to once the
interview was over and he was no longer speaking to the whole of wizarding Britain (or so he thought).

Harry looked up at her to see that there were tears glistening in her eyes—unusually for her, as Hermione was known for
not crying in public. (The only time she ever cried in public, as far as we know, was at the funeral of Albus Dumbledore
at the end of their sixth year. Not even at Harry’s funeral many years later, when she was so clearly devastated, did
she shed tears in public.) He stood up, giving her a slight, self-deprecating smile and asked softly, “What- was I so
terrible?”

Hermione shook her head slowly, a smile trembling on her lips. “When did you write that little speech you just gave?”

He shrugged. “A couple days ago. It wasn’t nearly as painful as I thought it would be either.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“Can’t a man have a few secrets?”

“Did you mean it?”

Now, Harry sobered and we were given a rare glimpse at Harry Potter, the lover, the private man, the one whom only
Hermione and a few very close friends got to see. “Every word.”

Hermione smiled, slowly, brightly, the sort of smile that could have made a beauty out of the plainest face (which
Hermione was not) and we saw what Harry probably always saw in her.

He lifted his hands to cup her face tenderly and then he kissed her, slowly, lingeringly, but with so much love and
tenderness it was clearly visible to even the most cynical viewer.

The recording ended there but from all accounts, Harry was the more confused and uncomfortable when they realized their
private moment had not been so private after all. Hermione, in spite of her vivid blush, recovered herself quicker and
managed to joke, as the story has it, “We’re pretty good for impromptu performers, aren’t we?”

It was the most the public would ever see of the private life of Harry Potter and the most he would ever say about
Hermione and his relationship with her.

Every biographer would wish that he had not been quite so reticent about his feelings and quite so determined to
preserve his privacy. But he was and so we are left with that one inadvertent glimpse we were given (that took place in
March of 2005) and the simple facts.

Harry married Hermione on 8 June 2001 in a ceremony that was remarkably small and simple, in defiance of the pomp and
ceremony which was expected due to their fame and status in the wizarding world. The guests numbered just over fifty
people, mostly close friends and family with only a few more distinguished guests who were invited purely to avoid
giving offense, such as the current Minister of Magic, Alistair Morrow.

Ron Weasley was the best man, as was expected, but in a move that rather surprised most of the guests, he also helped
give Hermione away. Hermione, a radiantly beautiful bride by all accounts, was escorted down the aisle and given away by
her father and her best friend of so many years.

Harry and Hermione wrote their own vows, which provide another glimpse into their relationship.

Harry was visibly moved and his voice shook at several points while speaking the words. “All my life, I’ve known only
one love. You’ve been beside me, helping me, from the beginning and we’ve faced everything together—and we always will.
I promise to love you, to protect you, to be faithful to you, to be your friend and your partner for the rest of our
lives. I love you.”

Hermione’s voice was soft and clear and she spoke her vows looking unwaveringly into his eyes. “You’ve been my best
friend and the most important person in my life for so many years now and I know you are the love of my life. I will
love you, help you, take care of you, and laugh with you for the rest of our lives. And whatever happens, I promise to
face it with you, together.”

And so they were married and, as we now know, they both kept the promises they had made on their wedding day, with
admirable constancy.

Harry’s personal life was settled and it might seem that he was destined to live out the rest of his days happily with
the wife he loved.

But, as we know, fate was not finished with Harry yet and all too soon, he would be called on, once again, to show the
courage for which he was famous.

~The End (of this fic, but not of the fictional biography this is from, or of Harry and Hermione’s lives together…)

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2. Journey's End

Disclaimer: HP still doesn’t belong to me, no money’s being made and I’m only borrowing JKR’s creation for fun and not
profit.

Author’s Note: So, I wasn’t intending to write any more of this imaginary biography of Harry Potter but, well, I
did—because so many people wanted more and because several of you wanted to know why Harry died at the young (for a
wizard) age of 126 years old.

Be warned, though, this is angsty and bitter-sweet and may require tissues. That said, enjoy!

Journey’s End

The Dark uprising of March 2107 was over, having received a mortal blow with the death of its leader, the so-called Lord
Mordaunt, and the capture of so many of his leading supporters, men like Sebastian Trask, William de Montaultcy and
Jasper Finch.

But the triumph over the Dark uprising of Evil March, as it came to be known, was subdued.

It was the first battle from which Harry Potter did not walk away himself.

In the past 110 years, in all the duels and all the conflicts in which Harry had fought, there had seemed to be some
strange power about him, protecting him. It had become part of the living legend of the Boy Who Lived, that in spite of
his injuries (and some of them were quite severe), he was still standing and he always managed to walk away from the
site of battle. This had been true of every confrontation with Dark wizards in which Harry had been involved from his
6th year at Hogwarts onwards.

(This includes the final battle of the Second Voldemort War because history has always remembered the one dramatic scene
where the smoke cleared and the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had survived looked up to see Harry, standing
very still over the crumpled heap of black robes that was all that remained of Tom Riddle. It will be remembered that he
stood like that for what was probably a good minute before, finally, he crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as he
stayed for many hours.)

He did not walk away from this battle.

His bruised, bloody and unconscious form was found and swiftly transported to the Intensive Care Unit of St. Mungo’s,
where he remained for many days.

Hermione kept a sleep-less, faithful vigil by his bedside—as she always had, in all the times whenever Harry was
injured. It is known that she refused any and all offers to watch over Harry while she got some rest, resisting the
entreaties and the orders of the Healers, Ron Weasley, and her children.

Her vigil was rewarded when Harry awoke four days later. It was 2 April 2107.

The story has it—and we have no reason to disbelieve the story, given how probable it is—that the first word Harry
spoke, the first sign he gave of his return to the land of the living, was the mumbled word, “Hermione.”

He slept then and did not fully awaken until some hours later, hours in which his three children and all his
grandchildren and great-grandchildren had been hastily summoned to St. Mungo’s to anxiously wait.

But Hermione’s ordeal was not over yet.

The prognosis of the Healers at St. Mungo’s and Harry’s personal Healer, Abegail Brantley, who had been the main Healer
to help the Potter family in all their health needs since the birth of their first child, Emily, in 2006, was not
optimistic.

Harry had been the target of too many curses in his time and now, finally, an unlucky combination of the curses he had
received in the Dark uprising had done its work. His body was weakening, his muscles and his organs beginning to
deteriorate.

He was dying.

This harsh truth was broken to Hermione and Ron first, separately from everyone else, by Abegail Brantley. Here, for the
first time, Hermione’s strength and her composure deserted her utterly from the force of the blow.

She gave one cry that rang in the ears of both Ron and Healer Brantley, haunting them (as they later admitted) and then
fainted, falling into merciful unconsciousness.

Nor did she awaken to her pain for several hours.

But it was when she regained consciousness that Hermione Potter showed her true mettle, the strength for which she was
to become known.

She never cried, that we know of at least, or bewailed the circumstances again.

Instead she set herself to comforting her family, talking to the Healers to find out details of Harry’s condition and
what the remainder of his life would be like, and arranging for Harry to be removed as soon as possible to the comfort
of their own home.

We can only imagine what this must have cost her, the agonies she must have suffered internally. We can also only
imagine the scene in which she told Harry the truth.

Neither she nor Harry ever spoke in public about the imminence of his death. Ron and all the rest of the Potter family
adhered to that policy and also preserved the silence.

So it was that the wizarding world at large did not find out the truth of Harry’s condition until after he had died.
What the public knew was only that Harry had been severely injured and that he would spend the rest of his convalescence
in the privacy of his own home, where visitors would be severely restricted to his family and a select group of close
friends.

We do not know any exact details of Harry’s last months at home.

His children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren moved in to the house and lived there. Their eldest daughter, Emily,
as a Professor of Charms at Hogwarts, had to continue teaching, but she returned to the home of her childhood every
weekend to complete the family party.

Ron, his wife Luna and their children and grandchildren (who had always considered Harry an uncle) visited nearly every
weekend as well.

We can imagine that it was not, at first, an entirely unpleasant time.

Harry was still quite active and was even seen flying in practice Quidditch matches with his grandchildren and the
Weasley grandchildren by some intrepid people who ventured close to the Potter house.

Harry must, indeed, have rather enjoyed the first few weeks after his return home when he was still active and able to
indulge in the company of all those he loved the most.

It may even have seemed like an extended family vacation at first.

But those halcyon times came to an end soon enough.

By the end of April, Harry was confined to his house, unable to walk far enough or long enough to venture outside.

The 8th of June 2107 was the 106th anniversary of Harry and Hermione’s marriage. It must have been the single most
poignant anniversary of their long and happy lives together.

Harry and Hermione spent that day alone in their bedroom, undisturbed, as we know from the short account of Harry’s last
days later published by their granddaughter, Anne. They received meals—although by that time Harry did not eat much and
Hermione hardly more than he did—on trays which were left at the door.

One can only speculate as to what those two life-long friends and lovers spoke of. But we know that it was not all
sadness for Anne, when she returned to pick up one of the meal trays, heard them laughing together over something.

It was proof—not that any was needed—of just how faithfully Hermione kept the vow she had made more than a century
earlier, to laugh with Harry for the rest of their lives. Even then, so close to the end, when they both knew it, they
found something to laugh over.

The end came six days later.

Ron was summoned before dawn to say goodbye to his best friend.

Early that morning, Emily, Andy and Sabrina were called to Harry’s bedside for a private, last conversation with their
devoted father.

Later still, his grandchildren and great-grandchildren joined them.

At the last, however, only Hermione remained—at Harry’s request.

His door was shut behind his grieving family and Harry and Hermione were left alone.

At just after 11 in the morning on 14 June 2107, Harry Potter closed his eyes for the last time.

He was just six weeks short of his 127th birthday.

Ron, Emily, Andy and Sabrina who remained lingering at the door, knew of it because of the one cry, “Harry!” which
Hermione gave, before she broke down into wild, despairing sobs.

We do not know what Harry’s last words were to his children. Neither Emily, Andy nor Sabrina ever talked about the last
time they saw their father. Indeed, all three of them were seen to get tears in their eyes when they spoke of that last
talk with their father for more than five years after Harry’s death. It is the best proof, if any were needed, of just
how close and how loving Harry’s relationship with his children had been.

His exact words to his grandchildren and great-grandchildren are not known; they were brief and the only words which
were spoken of afterwards were simply that he loved them all.

As for Harry’s final words to Hermione, again, we do not know. Hermione herself categorically refused to speak about it,
though she talked of Harry often, with an immediacy that made it seem as if he were very nearby even years after his
death. But she never revealed what Harry’s last words were, only answered enquires with a gentle response that her
memories were too personal—and, one imagines, too painful—to speak of.

In the end, however, all of Harry’s many friends and admirers must be glad of the fact that Harry died peacefully in his
own bed, surrounded by his family, and with the woman he’d loved so long and so faithfully by his side.

~*~

His funeral was held on 19th June and was the largest funeral in the history of the wizarding world, attended by
dignitaries from all over the world and broadcast on the wizarding television and wireless networks into private homes
worldwide, as well as in a large screen set up for the purpose in the Great Hall of Hogwarts and at various other places
throughout Great Britain for people to watch.

It was a day of mourning throughout all of Great Britain as thousands of witches and wizards of all ages cried for the
death of the Boy Who Lived.

The Minister of Magic at the time, Josiah Lovett, spoke of Harry as the hero who had saved the wizarding world from Dark
magic so many times and defeated evil more than any other person in wizarding history. He spoke movingly and feelingly
of Harry’s exemplary courage and devotion to the safety of the wizarding world.

And then came the surprise of the day.

No one had expected Hermione to speak. Everyone knew how devastated she was by Harry’s death; the sincerity and the
depth of her grief were clearly evident in the pallor of her skin and the shadows under her eyes. She looked as if she
had aged more than 20 years in the last few days. We know now that everyone from Ron to her children had urged her not
to speak but she insisted.

And so, when Minister Lovett sat down, she was the next person to speak.

She did not cry, though her voice shook audibly at several points in her short but heartfelt eulogy.

Her words provide, perhaps, the best eulogy and the truth of what he would most wish to be remembered for: “Harry Potter
was a great man. But what made him so great was not his courage and his many heroic deeds. What truly made Harry great
was not his bravery but his heart.”

There was a long silence after Hermione spoke, broken only by the quiet weeping of his grandchildren and
great-grandchildren.

Harry was buried per his request, at Hogwarts, not far from the tomb of his Mentor, Albus Dumbledore.

His tombstone was very simple, according to Hermione’s instructions of what his wishes had been, and provide a revealing
glimpse into Harry’s priorities. There is no mention anywhere of the title by which he was known his entire life, the
Boy Who Lived, or of his legendary courage or the many times he saved the wizarding world. The stone says very simply
that he was a Beloved Friend, Beloved Husband, Beloved Father and Grandfather.

Hermione survived Harry by more than 30 years.

For the first two months after Harry’s death, she remained in seclusion for the most part at their home, seeing only her
family and her very close friends. This seclusion was the only outward sign she gave of the depth of her grief.

After she emerged, she continued to live an active life, much as she had before, with continued energy in spite of the
searing grief which everyone knew she must feel over Harry that her strength of character became a byword in wizarding
culture. To this day, to “be like Hermione” or “pull a Hermione” is a phrase expressing the ability to go on living and
not to give in to what might seem like debilitating, all-consuming grief. It is hardly surprising that the charitable
foundation dedicated to raising funds to help the families of victims of Dark magic was named after her.

With the death of Harry, their love story became the basis of legends, enough so that Hermione was, to the day of her
own death, never referred to as being Harry Potter’s widow. She was always, simply, Harry Potter’s wife.

Hermione died on 5 November 2139 when she was 160 years old.

She was buried beside Harry with a tombstone that matched his.

Above their graves, their children and grandchildren had a plaque placed in honor of the great love story. On the plaque
is a simple drawing—drawn by their eldest grandchild, Helena—of two clasped hands. Beneath it is one line: Friendship
and bravery and above all, Love.

~*~

Now, the biographer’s task can come to an end with a brief word about the legacy of Harry Potter.

Harry’s legacy is two-fold.

He is, of course, remembered as being the Boy Who Lived, a hero, whose many brave deeds are still recounted and
celebrated in stories, myths, songs and poems.

But he is also remembered as being half of the greatest romance in wizarding history. When famous lovers are spoken of,
the names of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger Potter are always mentioned first.

Theirs was a love that saved the world, in many ways, and it is remembered for its strength and its depth.

One is reminded of the many, many indications which Harry gave in life of the paramount importance of Hermione and their
relationship.

Harry Potter, as he said, knew only one love in his lifetime and that is remembered.

One likes to think that somewhere, Harry and Hermione are aware of their most lasting legacy and that they are smiling.

~The End~ (for real, this time)

Author’s Note 2: If you want to know what Harry’s last words to Hermione were, I wrote out that scene too, in a short
ficlet, posted at my fic journal. You can read it here (http://avonlea-dreamer.livejournal.com/58898.html ) and, in case
any of you don’t know, my fic journal is where I post everything I write, ficlets and longer fics, before I post them
anywhere else. (And in the case of ficlets, I only post them on my fic journal.) Feel free to friend me or just keep an
eye out.
