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My angel,

I know this letter will not reach you, for I have already retrieved the gift you placed for me all those years ago in the wall of that room in which I had become convinced that I would perish. Still, I shall send it in the hopes that it somehow reaches you wherever you have gone.

I had hoped that my last letter, brief and scribbled that it was, would reach you in time to stop you, but I should have known better. Whether you received it or not, I know in my heart that no force in the magical world would have stopped you from fulfilling that final promise to me. In the end, and for as long as I knew you, you were every inch the man I suspected you to be. You somehow rescue me from beyond the reaches of time itself, and if that it not the mark of miraculous hero, then no man may ever be called one.

The wand in the wall was had been dessecated by the ravages of time, but it held true well enough to grant the one thing you wished it to. I am home and and I am safe.

And for whatever it is worth, I am yours.

Hermione Granger

Note: Okay, so let me first apologize for the long wait from the beginning to the end of this, but I have been considering, by popular demand, to write an alternate ending to this fic as an apology. A happier one.

So, please review. Tell me what you think about getting an added treat in the form of an alt ending. Thanks for sticking with me