A/N: We've reached the end, so thank you for all the love you've given my first Star Wars and crossover fic! If you'd like to follow Hermione and Obi-Wan's journey through the prequel trilogy, check out the sequel "The Witch and the Jedi"!

Obi-Wan would never forget the look on Qui-Gon Jinn's face when Hermione's patronus arrived in the middle of their training session. His master's eyebrows shot up and he stumbled as they abruptly paused their sparring when the silvery wisp shot through the opposite wall and came to a stop in between them before forming into an otter.

He'd been told what to expect from the messenger spell, but it was still disconcerting to hear Hermione's voice come from the otter's opened mouth.

Obi, we're at Hogwarts. This is it. Keep your promise. Qui-Gon, keep him distracted? I'll see you when it's over.

This had been the message he'd long been expecting and dreading. They'd had many conversations about different possibilities when at Shell Cottage and she'd kept him up to date during their later nightly visits. As much as it frustrated him, he knew he couldn't join her at this final battle. He couldn't block spell fire; he would just be a hindrance to her. Three days ago, as she, Harry and Ron finished their final preparations for their mission to a bank, she'd made him promise not to join her through their bond. He hadn't seen her since. It wasn't their longest separation, but it was the most nerve-wracking.

"She knew I was with you?" Qui-Gon asked as they watched the patronus dissipate.

Obi-Wan smirked. "She knew I'd be with you to keep myself grounded, Master. I told you, she's brilliant."

Qui-Gon's responding thoughtful hum was heavily tinged with amusement. "So her battle begins?" He nodded to himself. "You have a strong bonded one, Obi-Wan."

"She has a warrior's heart," he agreed, a wistful tone slipping into his voice. He knew she could take care of herself, but he couldn't help the nervous feeling that sank to the bottom of his stomach.

It was his turn to be surprised as another wisp of silver light entered the room, again forming into Hermione's otter.

Go visit Sirius. He's on Coruscant at the Jedi Temple, in Bay Seven. The Order knows to send word to him just in case. You can keep each other from doing something reckless.

Once the message ended this time, the otter swirled around him twice before dissolving, leaving him with a brief warm reminder of Hermione's love.

He shot his master a betrayed glare as Qui-Gon chuckled. "Brilliant indeed," the older Jedi agreed with a grin at his padawan's expense. "Shall we, then?"

Obi-Wan stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"I am not one to argue with one of the Force's chosen when she seeks to protect her mate," he said calmly with a knowing twinkle in his eyes as he stowed his lightsaber onto his belt. "We should not keep this Sirius waiting."

His Master and his soulmate still hadn't officially met and yet they still managed to team up against him. As he stashed his own weapon and followed Qui-Gon out of the room, he wasn't sure if he should be aggravated or proud.

Obi-Wan had long been impressed by his Master's ability to meditate so easily, but now he was straight up envious of that skill as Qui-Gon sat serenely across from him and Sirius Black. They'd found him where Hermione had said he'd be—or rather, Sirius had found them. He'd been almost unnoticeable under a spell called disillusionment when they'd approached, but it hadn't fooled the Jedi's Force sensitivity, especially since they were expressly looking for him.

The past few hours had been spent in a secluded spot in the Kybuck menagerie, where they were unlikely to be disturbed. Sirius and Qui-Gon had gotten along quite well as they swapped stories about their lives and different wizarding and Jedi knowledge. Obi-Wan contributed his opinion every so often, but otherwise he tried to distract himself from the constantly spiking pain and fear that was flowing from the other end of his soulbond by practicing his control over the Force by levitating a small rock.

Conversation had stuttered to a stop two hours ago when another patronus had appeared before the three men. Obi-Wan hadn't recognized the large animal with antlers that it became, but from the immediate stiffening of Sirius' posture, he did. The voice that the animal spoke with though was unmistakably Harry Potter's.

Thanks for everything, Sirius. I'm sorry.

Qui-Gon had seen the blatant increase in anxiety between his padawan and the wizard and had begun leading them in meditation. Surprisingly, Sirius Black had followed the guidance easily and most of the tension soon seeped out of him.

"Wasn't much else to do other than meditate while in a prison with soul-sucking demon guards for twelve years," Sirius informed them with a tight smile when Qui-Gon complimented him on his form.

Obi-Wan was at the point of shouting in frustration at his own current inability to follow his mentor's instructions when he noticed a golden light peeking through his closed eyelids. His eyes flew open wide and he jumped to his feet as a familiar form began to materialize behind Qui-Gon. He rushed over to Hermione and pulled her into his arms before the golden glow had even faded from either of them. She was safe and with him and nothing else in that moment mattered than her.

Hermione clung to him just as tightly, but he was still able to hear her elated murmur from where her cheek was pressed against his chest. "We won. Harry beat him."

He couldn't help the grin that crossed his face at that news and finally released her so he could draw back and fully look at her. "You're alright?"

Her wild curls were pulled back in a tight ponytail that left her vision unobscured, but it also allowed him to see the many scrapes that littered her face and a large bruise forming on her left jawline. Her sweater and trousers were covered in dust and torn in many places, but he didn't see any large wounds on her, just several clotted cuts. Her shoulders sank with exhaustion, and he suddenly wondered how long she'd been awake. Despite all this, her chocolate eyes shone brightly.

"Yes, I'm okay," she assured him as she squeezed his hand. She peered around him and finally caught sight of Sirius and Qui-Gon, the former who was clearly brimming with questions and the other who watched them with a sincere smile. "Do you mind if I…?"

He shook his head. "Of course not," he said, gesturing for her to go ahead and approach them.

She first went to Sirius, who embraced her in a hug so tight that Obi-Wan wondered if she was able to breathe. The man's gray eyes filled with tears as she told him Harry was fine, that he'd defeated Voldemort once and for all, that Remus had lost an eye but he and Tonks sent their love. More unfamiliar names tumbled out of her as she pulled out of Sirius' hug and they gripped each other's forearms for both emotional and physical support: Percy Weasley was dead and George lost a leg, Professor Snape was a good man in the end, Neville Longbottom killed the snake, and Harry had survived the killing curse—again—because he was Harry and "of course he'd gone and been a noble git."

She finally released him and reached into the back pocket of her pants, pulling out a set of folded papers that she handed to Sirius. "That's Edward Remus Lupin," she said happily as she pointed to the top one, "but we all call him Teddy. He has his mother's talents."

"Another powerful Black," Sirius replied softly as he stared at the image before looking back up at Hermione. "Thank you."

As he began to read the other two sheets she'd given to him, she placed a hand on his shoulder before turning and walking over to Qui-Gon. She stopped three or so feet in front of him and the two observed each other curiously for several heartbeats.

Hermione broke the silence. "It's nice to finally meet you, Master Jinn" she said, giving him a respectful bow. "I'm Hermione Granger."

His Master returned the bow with his own. "Qui-Gon is quite alright. You are a formidable witch, Hermione." His gaze flickered between this girl and his padawan. "It seems Magic and the Force have chosen well." Obi-Wan couldn't keep the smile off his face at his Master's official approval of his soulmate. "I believe the two of you deserve a moment alone. Sirius, would you care to join me?"

Stopping to press a quick familial kiss to the top of Hermione's head, Sirius and Qui-Gon walked off out of earshot, giving the two soulmates some privacy.

Obi-Wan moved to stand next to Hermione, gently laughing when she stood on her tiptoes to gently kiss his cheek. "What do you plan on doing next?" He asked, knowing that there was often more work to be done after a war than during one.

She appeared to understand what he was referencing. "Hogwarts is in ruins. There'll be a lot of rebuilding to do." She sighed. "We have to rebuild the Ministry as well and catch some of the Death Eaters that fled after Voldemort died."

He could clearly hear her internal conflict in her words. "You do not sound so certain."

"I have to help," she said, wringing her hands worriedly. "I can't just leave because the fighting's stopped."

"I don't understand. Why would you be leaving?"

She let out a breathy laugh as she reached up to fondly run her fingers through his hair. "I want to spend time with you, explore your universe. You've spent so much time in mine, and it's not fair that I'm never here with you in yours. We're a pair."

Obi-Wan knew he'd loved her for weeks, ever since he'd seen her at Malfoy Manor, but as he listened to her speak now, just after a great battle, he knew she loved him as well. She was his soulmate, his perfect other half, and as he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her, he swore to the Force and magic and any god that would listen that he would do anything for her.

Her arms wrapped around his waist and she let out the little gasp that he loved so much when his tongue ran across her lower lip and sought permission to deepen their kiss. It was much rougher and passionate than the few they had shared since their first on that beach, with the ocean and wind roaring around them. He poured his worry for her, his elation at her safety, his hopes and love and every other feeling currently scrambled by her touch into their kiss, trying to convey every thought he had without words. He knew that some things needed to be explicitly said though, and so reluctantly he pulled away.

"We have all the time in the world to explore my universe together, Mia," he promised with his entire being, "but I would not have you join me for long periods while you still need to help your friends—your family—rebuild." He gave her a content smile. "I will always wait for you."

She stared at him with wide eyes that began to tear up. "I love you, Obi," she whispered, bringing her hand up to wipe away the several tears that trailed down her cheeks. "Thank you." He comfortingly pressed his forehead against hers as she calmed herself. "You know… I'll only be busy rebuilding the school during the day," she finally said with a mischievous smirk. "My nights, though…"

Obi-Wan grinned at her suggestion. "I do believe your free nights just became filled, Mia."

"I hope so," she replied cheekily.

And in that galaxy far, far away, a Jedi knew he'd found his forever in this feisty witch with a warrior's heart.