"Come back to me love. Do it for us. We will always find our way back to each other, no matter what. We've been through too much already to have them win. We will be together again," Hermione knelt on the ground with her hands on Harry's chest, Voldemort inhabiting his body fighting for control of will. She touches his cheek as those smoky eyes in that pale gaunt face looked at her through the Boy-Who-Lived. "I will always be here, waiting. We promised always."