Hermione woke gasping while feeling as if she could be suffocated by the red velvet sheets of her bed, sitting up in the bed as she still felt her twin's heat surrounding her. She had her Tom back, and she was going to do everything to stay with him this time. Twisting a now black wavy curl around her finger as if her muggle mother had never given her caramel curls, she tested her connection with her brother. Closing her eyes, she imagined what her magic looked like and it came to her in glimmering gold waves, spinning and dancing in darkness now with a silver that seemed to revolve around her magic that had not been there before she was reunited with her brother. She smiled as she heard the whispers of her brother's thoughts that would forever remain in her head, three words were louder than the others, and they only made her even more happier for she hadn't heard them from present day Tom in years.