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Hermione
The world changed by leaps and bounds as time moved through its merciless pace. Severus and I had five biological children, and they produced twelve grandchildren between them, thirty great grandchildren, eighteen great-great grandchildren, and Severus and I watched them all, from afar.
After the deaths of everyone we knew came to pass, we decided to withdraw from society, and surrender to the burden of time. Our love has never been stronger, and we decided after we passed our four thousand year mark that we would die together.
So it was, that in a simple cabin by the Adriatic Sea, that we prepared the Living Death potion. We both looked ancient, and far from our good looking selves, but I only saw my handsome, enigmatic potions master.
"Are you ready, my love?" I asked my husband.
He nodded his head, "Yes. I'm ready. I love you, lioness."
"I love you too, my Slytherin Prince. Always," I rasped, tearing up. He handed me my crystal glass, and we clicked our glasses together. We drained the glasses at the same time. The tasteless, odorless poison worked fast as it corroded the arteries first, then damaged the cells and internal organs. We collapsed on to our simple bed, and as we trembled in each other's arms, Severus was able to kiss me one last time to imprint his love upon me one last time, and I upon him. As the darkness of death descended upon us, I did not fear its coming, because I had my true love at long last, and in death as with life, so long as we were not parted, we could face anything, anything at all...
The End