"I forgive you." He says finally. "I will never return to Earth. I will never know if this reaches you. But I forgive you... You did murder someone that day. But... a new man was born out of it. I think I... I think I like him a lot more."

He adjusts the earrings he wears, now, "For all of my students, all of you -- every single one I've taught. I'm proud of you. You made me the man I am today, and I remember each and every one of you. You're going to do great things -- if you haven't already"

"Dr. Ryland Grace, signing off."

[End Recording]

Eva Stratt is in her 80s by the time this recording reaches their planet. She had been fighting to keep the connection up. She spouted many reasons, but everyone knew why. Just in case he was alive. Just in case he would return. Just in case. Just in case. Just in case.

He's not returning.

Let me know if you want this continued! (The plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone.)

Warnings: manipulative Ron, Ginny, and Molly, spoilers for the Harry Potter and Twilight series, alternate universe, and marriage contract/forced betrothal.

Of all the ways Hermione thought her time in Wizarding Britain would come to an end, she never expected this. Her world fell apart on a Tuesday. Mustering all her courage, she strode into Gringotts. Aside from the corners of her lips turning downward, she showed no reaction to Gringotts still being partially destroyed.

Nimbly stepping around the rather large hole in the floor, she strode purposefully up to the Head Teller's station. Sharptooth raised his aged head to see who dared approach and narrowed his eyes at the witch who bore one-third of the responsibility for Gringotts' destruction.

"You dare show yourself here?"

Hermione gave no reply, sinking to the floor and exposing her neck. "I have come to make reparations. Take as much gold as necessary out of my vault to cover the damage I created."

Sharptooth's eyes widened, and he hastily scribbled a note to his superiors before the witch could change her mind. He hopped down from his stool and commanded the witch to follow him into a side room.

There, she repeated her claim of making reparations. Sharptooth's boss, Longfang, and the leader of the clan, Bonebreaker, agreed to remove one-third of the total amount of Galleons from her vault. The two goblins left the room and returned minutes later, carrying a sheaf of documents that Hermione had never seen before.

"Recognise this?" Bonebreaker demanded, throwing it across the table so the witch could read it.

"No. When was that placed in my vault?"

Bonebreaker allowed himself to feel some respect for this witch. Other magicals would claim that the goblins had placed it there, but not this one.

"Following Voldemort's defeat, you are contracted to marry Ronald Weasley bef-" Bonebreaker's words died in his throat at the sound of buzzing.

"That's a plane. There's a muggle plane flying over Magical Britain." Hermione could scarcely believe what she was hearing.

The buzzing grew louder and more frequent. More planes joined their leader. Bonebreaker, Sharptooth, and Longfang stared at each other, and something passed between them. "Lock Gringotts down," Bonebreaker ordered, and Longfang scurried away to execute the order.

Sharptooth began chanting in his clan's tongue. "Gringotts thanks you for your honour," Bonebreaker said. "When the bank goes into lockdown, you will not survive if you stay here."

Sharptooth's chanting grew louder, and whisps of silver magic rose from the floor, speeding over to Hermione. Relief appeared on Bonebreaker's face, "The goddess Nyx approves."

"Go-goddess?"

"She will guide you to a place where you are safe from the influence of the witches and wizards who wish you harm." The silver whisps were climbing up the chair Hermione was sitting on. She forced herself to remain calm.

"Know this, child. The world you're walking into is different from this one on the surface, yet dig deep enough and you'll find many things are the same."

Hermione's mind went blank, and in the nick of time, she remembered the farewell that Bill uttered when they were leaving Shell Cottage to steal Hufflepuff's cup from Bellatrix's vault, "May your enemies weep when they see you on the battlefield."

Thanks! I’m currently writing the self-aware fic and one of my personal ones, but I want to do something with Yandere!Bell, so I’m going to write something short with my Bell, then add it too my growing list of fanfics. (I’m now working on 3 fanfics like the masochist that I am)

Wrote this post already, but I thought it through more. Also this is entirely NON-Romantic. After giving Will to the Redmont Ward, Halt went on a recon mission into the Mountains of Rain and Night never to return.

Gilan had already been recommended to be a potential Ranger's apprentice in EY so he still becomes a Ranger, just to Ferrel instead of Halt. Later, Gilan would become the Ranger to Redmont and apprenticed Will shortly after. Everything proceeds as normal until Burning Bridge, where Will and Horace are sent to Celtia with a retired ranger or knight. At what would be the book's climax, Will and Cassandra fail at burning the bridge. Cassandra manages to escape with Horace but Will is captured.

In short, yeah it was natural causes. They both lived long and happy lives.