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Chapter #3: Live free or die.

Harry and Hermione finally reached a room in the Burrow. They closed the door, and Hermione applied a silencing and locking charm to prevent anyone from entering, whether willingly or not. What they were about to talk about was serious, and they couldn’t afford an information leak.

“Harry… I’m going to be blunt,” Hermione started. “Voldemort needs to kill you,” Hermione told him with zero hesitation.

To say Harry was shocked to hear those words would be an understatement; he looked at her with a confused expression.

“You’re kidding, right?” He asked with a dumbfounded expression. He didn’t snap yet, but it was clear he was getting angry.

However, future Hermione didn’t say anything; she was taller than him, so, even if she tried to look at the ground to avoid looking at him, their eyes still met for a moment.

“You’re not kidding!” Harry couldn’t believe it.

Hermione thought he was going to explode and scream at her; she knows very well that Harry has trouble controlling his emotions. Still, she’s not going to easily give up on him; she wants to be with him during this process, so she decided to take a different approach.

“Harry…” She said with a calm tone as she sat next to him on the bed.

This caused the dark-haired wizard to look at her with a worried expression, and yet, this much contact coming from such a beautiful and older witch was making him feel interesting things. He tried to control himself, but it was undeniable that his best friend from the future was stunning.

“I know this sounds crazy, but… You’re going to die, and you’re going to survive,” Hermione told him with a weak smile.

She wasn’t lying, but at the same time, she didn’t want to underestimate the sacrifice he was going to make for the whole world. Now Harry was feeling more confused than before.

“What do you mean? Don’t tell me that you found a spell to survive the killing curse!” Harry couldn’t believe it.

Hermione could only giggle.

“We tried, trust me, but no…We couldn’t find a way to fully survive it. We made some progress, and we made a protection spell that works like a Muggle vest, the one used to protect yourself from bullets,” Hermione explained, and Harry nodded.

“Wow, that’s great!” Harry’s attitude surprised her.

Even in these circumstances, he was thinking of others and not of himself. Yes, this was the reason why she fell for him in the future, and then, just like everything she loves, he was taken from her.

“Yeah, but as I said, even if it serves as protection, it still kills you; it’s not an instant death; it could take minutes or even hours, but eventually, you’re going to die,” Hermione said weakly.

Harry nodded. Now he had more questions than he already had.

“So, what’s the plan, then? I get killed, but then I survive? That doesn’t make too much sense,” Harry sighed.

“Yes, it makes sense, if you take into account what you have inside your body,” Hermione touched his chest.

Harry looked at her with a perplexed expression, then she touched his scar, and he couldn’t help but gulp.

“Don’t tell me that… My scar is…” He couldn’t finish.

“Yes, Harry… There’s a fragment of Voldemort’s soul in your scar… It’s an accidental Horcrux, one Voldemort has no idea of its existence. It's thanks to this thing that the prophecy makes sense. He cannot die until all the pieces are killed, including the one in your forehead.” Hermione’s words made him shake with fear.

He didn’t want to believe it; he wanted to snap and tell her that she was crazy, he wanted to run, he didn’t want to die. However, now everything made sense, why he was so good with the dark arts, the connection they have, and he being a parseltongue speaker, when he, as far as he knows, has no genetic relation with Salazar Slytherin.

“It makes… Now everything makes fucking sense!” Harry said with an angry tone.

“Yes… It’s horrible, Harry, I know, but you’re going to survive,” she told him with a warm smile.

“How? No magic can bring you back to life, trust me, I tried to find a way to bring my parents back to life, but… I haven’t been successful,” he said in a weak tone.

“Yes, I know that very well because I was the one who helped with your research,” she nudged him on the shoulder.

They laughed, this was what he needed, someone who could be honest with him and not hide any secrets, that’s why he was so conflicted about Dumbledore, he was way too secretive with the important stuff, he was fearing about how the hell they were going to hunt for the horcruxes with practically zero information, luckily they have his friends from the future.

“So…How do I manage to survive then?” Asked the emerald-eyed man.

“It’s easy, when Voldemort kills you, he’s going to kill the piece of soul that belongs to him, and that’s why you’re going to be able to come back!” Hermione told him with a cheerful expression.

Harry remained stunned for a few moments, but then he started to laugh, which caused the older Hermione to look at him with a concerned expression. Harry's falling into insanity wasn’t part of their plan; maybe revealing themselves was a bad idea.

“Harry… Are you alright?” Asked Hermione with a raised brow. She was clearly concerned about her best friend.

“Yes, yes… It’s just that, the fact that he’s going to kill his own piece of soul, I can't help but think that the irony is funny, I'm sorry!” He admitted with a smile. “Well, it seems like the pros outweigh the cons about my supposed death. I think I’m ready, Hermione, you should take me with him so he could kill me already,” Harry was determined.

“No, wait, not yet,” Hermione’s tone was serious. “We need to first take care of the other pieces, and then we’ll do it,” Hermione declared with a determined tone.

His friend, the one who was mostly worried and insecure was now showing him what a true leader was, he couldn’t believe it, his future self was really lucky to have her by his side, she looked so pretty and strong, he hated his hormones, they were trying to make him feel attraction towards his best friend who was probably married to his other best friend in the distant future she comes from.

“You’re staring too much, Harry, do I have something weird on my face?” She asked with a smirk as she now stood in front of him.

Harry couldn’t help but gulp. She was so close, her huge tits were in front of him, and she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.

“Stop Hermione… I don’t think the Ron from the future would be so happy to know what his wife was doing with the younger version of his best friend,” Harry tried to look away.

Hermione just giggled, but then she did something unexpected: she kissed him. It was a soft but caring kiss, and Harry didn’t want it to end; however, sadly, it didn’t last for too long.

“Harry… I’m not married to Ron, in fact, you and I, we were more than friends and lovers, we were going to get married, but…” Hermione suddenly trailed off.

Harry didn’t need to hear more; he didn’t know what possessed him, but he kissed her on his own.