"You understand what this means, don't you? You will be giving up a life in this world. You will be subject to fight more battles in distant worlds. You will have one year to change things."

The girl standing before them shifted slightly.

"No."

"No? No, you don't understand?"

"No. Ten years." She stared at them defiently.

"We can not give you ten years."

"Then at least give me until he has finished school. Enough time to make sure he's prepared for everything. Enough time to explain to him what I did, why I have to go."

There was a slight pause, the silence only broken by the beings whispering amongst themselves.

"We can give you that."

"I thank you for your kindness."

"What if he wishes to join you? Your bond is so strong, even now, and it will grow stronger when you go back. Do you expect him to let the only family he has just disappear?"

"If he wishes to join me, will you let him?"

"Perhaps."

"But he belongs in this world! After everything he has gone through he deserves to have a normal life! At least I remember what happened, I understand the sacrifce I'm making."

"Yes. He does belong here, but that doesn't mean he won't try to follow you."

"I understand. But what of me? What will I be able to bring with me? Can I assume that you will not be sending me off empty handed?"

"You are correct. We will ensure that you will have all you need. You will also have... companions... for lack of a better word."

"Companions? Who? Who will be coming with me?"

"Not who... but what."

"I... I don't understand."

"You will... in time. We see you carry two of the Hallows with you as well. Where is the third?"

"Harry has it still. It reminds him of his father. He tried to get rid of the other two, but they found their way back. So, I volunteered. He... I'm the only one he trusts with them."

"Yes. Your bond. We understand that. If he had given up the cloak, it would make things much easier for us. That he hasn't is the reason that if he wishes to join you he can."

"Because he still has the cloak?"

"Yes. If one person holds the Hallows they become the Masters of Death, but you two. What you went through brought you two closer than siblings. You cannot imagine life without him just like he cannot imagine it without you. It is a very strong love. Not a romantic love though, no not romantic, but very strong. Very strong indeed."

"So you're saying that Harry and I... we're the Masters of Death?"

"Hmm... yes. It is because you refuse to let each other go. You hold on to each other, orphans without their parents. It's not unacceptable. You may even find it to be a good thing. As for your companions... you will recognize them as they will recognize you. When you go back you must prepare for everything. Research all. Train yourself. Prepare for battle."

"You make it sound like I'm going to war."

"That is because you will be. Several in fact. We exist on all worlds, not just this one. However this is the only one with your kind of magic and therefore the only place we can be summoned."

"So I won't be able to contact you again?"

"No, but we will be able to contact you."

"Will I ever be able to come back?"

"Perhaps. We genuinely do not know. Eventually you may even be able to jump worlds on your own."

"So I might be able to come back."

"Yes."

"You mentioned other heirs. I thought Harry, and I were the only ones."

"There is more than one kind of heir. They will all come when we send you back. However it is up to you to convince yourself. "

"I understand."

"When your father left the clues for you to follow, he didn't expect you to go down this path."

"He may be my father, but he didn't raise me. He's nothing more than a sperm donor. I owe him nothing. I have the chance to fix things. End the war before it starts. Save lives. This may be something I don't have to do, but it's something I need to do."

"Well then, do you accept the terms?"

"I accept."

An unnatural wind picked up in the chamber. The Veil glowed a bright gold and blue before flashing a bright white light and disappearing, taking the girl with it.

"Good luck Hermione Granger, daughter of Slytherin."