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Last one, Hermione thought, relieved that her long hunt was almost at an end.
Eight years since the end of the war, and they were finally here…back at Malfoy Manor.
She placed a gentle hand upon her Auror partner’s shoulder. "Remember, your father's ghost has become a Revenant now,” she told Draco. “His breath paralyzes and his touch brings death. Stay out of range.”
He nodded, coldly silent and tense.
Tonight was his baptism of fire, too.
“You and I trick him into the wards,” she continued reciting the plan, “and Theo can treat him to a one-way trip back to Hell.”
“I’ll exorcise him out of existence,” Theo said, taking up position on her other side, a force of light equal to Draco’s darker nature. “Then we can all go home.”
“To a hot bath and a warm bed,” she recited the promise these two men, her unexpected and generous lovers, had given her time and again over the last year that they had been working—and living—together.
The three stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the ancient black gates.
“Ready?” Theo asked.
“Set,” Draco confirmed, wand at-the-ready.
Hermione straightened her shoulders. “Let’s go,” she said and led the charge forward.