"Bloody first years." mumbled Harry. He slipped on his glasses, shoved his wand into his pajama pocket and set off down the stairs to tell the first years to go to bed, it being two in the morning. "You bloody kids get to bed!" Harry ordered. "Didn't Hermione just tell you tha-"

"No. I'm serious, and be glad you weren't there for my usual “Why me?” speech." Harry said, rubbing his eyes from the edge of his bed. "Wow. I've always wanted to meet your dad. He always seemed like a little mimic of Fred and George, but with the Potter hair, not Weasley." Ron asked smiling. He asked in a lazy voice, still yawning, “Wha’z he like?”

“Don’t touch me…” Ginny muttered. Harry sighed from next to her and closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. He hissed, “Can’t we just talk this out? Why are you being so stubborn?” “Why are you, Harry James Potter?!” Ginny yelled, turning to him as tears began to fall from her eyes. This question made heads turn. People stared at the ex-couple with questioning eyes.

James stopped. He's screaming about Lily! He must be having a vision of the night we died, he thought to himself. "CEDRIC!! NO! Leave me alone!" Harry screamed once more. "SIRIUS!” Harry shriek one last time. He gave one loud scream, the loudest he had with all his courage, then he stopped. He stopped screaming, he stopped moving and fell into unconsciousness.

Harry moved so he was sitting up, and facing Ginny. "I'm afraid you won't be able to know how much I love you. I'm afraid I won’t be able to marry you, and spend the rest of my life you. I’m worried that the children I always imagined with you won’t become real and that I won’t be able to walk our daughter down the isle for that lucky man. I’m so worried about everything…”

"Slytherin in possession of the quaffle. Parkinson shoots through the hoop, but Ron Weasley saves it! Nice save Ron!" Luna's voice echoed across the field. "Ron tosses the quaffle to Ginny Weasley and she makes her way down the field." In the anger of Ron saving the quaffle, Crabbe aimed a coming bludger at Harry, and it hit him square in the stomach. Harry felt a pain in his stomach and was knocked off of his broom. Luna gasped, "Harry Potter has been hit by a bludger!"

"Well...Well I've known for along time, but I have always been too...scared...to tell you, that I...I love you, Hermione." Ron said. Hermione didn't know what to say. She loved him too, but she never thought he would love her back; she had always been too scared to tell him her true feelings. Hermione smiled and Ron knew that she loved him back. Ron leaned in and kissed her.

"YOU INSULTED LILY!! HOW DARE YOU?!?!?! SIRIUS, YOUR GONNA PAY!! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT HER!" Sirius screamed "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" around the room in circles, the pillows still bopping him on the head as he ran and his arms flailed. Harry and Ginny just laid there on the couch together chuckling. They had gotten used to this.

"James! What are you doing?" Harry whispered over to his father. "What do you think I’m doing, Harry!?! I never miss a chance to screw up Snivelly's life!" James said back. Sirius did a little laugh like the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard Of Oz and began to scream to the class, "Fly my pretties flyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"

Later that evening, and after many hours of snowball fights they were all gathered around the fire in the Common Room. It was very quiet. The snowball fight had made them forget about everything, but soon the meaning of next day came back to them, and they were all as nervous and scared as ever. "I...I'll be back later." Harry said, as he got up and made his way out of the Common Room and to the Room of Requirement once again.

"Oh no." Harry mumbled. He could see one last figure advancing on the castle, which Harry assumed was Voldemort. From inside the castle all of Hogwarts heard the Dark Mark being set, and the music slowly ceased and the people within the Hall came out of the castle to see what was happening.

They exited the forest and saw a battle taking place. Their eyes scanned the ground for a certain raven haired boy and they found him, screaming in pain as the Cruciatus curse hit him, square in the chest by Voldemort. One of the hooded figures screamed, "Harry!" But everyone was too busy with the battle to even take notice...

It had been two weeks since the Final Battle and Harry still hadn't awoken. Three people never left his side: his mother, father and Ginny. Harry just lay motionless in the hospital bed, and Ginny and Lily would sit on either side of him. James would just pace the room, his arms crossed, and a serious look spread about his face.

Harry slowly opened the gate and stepped into the garden and made his way up the stone path to the front porch of the house. He reached his hand out for the door knob and swung it forward. Harry tumbled into the room, now excited that he now had such a wonderful home, without the Dursley's and with his parents.

Smiling brightly, Harry looked around the room and his smile became wider by the second.