Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. But who has the power to defeat him, widely regarded as the most powerful and great wizard throughout the world? And what happens when he disappears after a grievous injury? Mostly romance, with a little bit of action and a few songfics.

Tears sprang to her eyes, “Harry Potter! You are not going to give up! We can heal this wound, come on.” Harry shook his head again, “No one can. Nothing can.”

“And it means that I’m gone too. I hope I have defeated him first. I’m barely eighteen; I have so much to live for." ... “But then again, I have so much to die for..."

“Where do you want me to start?”[said Harry] “The beginning,” said Lily calmly, “Halloween, seventeen years ago.” “Oh, okay. Ah.”

When we got back Dumbledore was murdered by-” “The identity is unimportant, Harry,” said Dumbledore himself, striding into view, his eyes twinkling.

She'd give anything if she could only see Harry one last time. She’d hold onto him with everything she had and never, ever, let go. (Songfic)

Acadia still had his hands in hers and Harry started feeling sick when the door flew open, bringing in a rush of cold air. There, waiting to be seated, was a red-haired, freckled, long-nosed, and tall young man holding hands with a bushy haired girl.

“I’m not going to kill you,” she hissed, her wand in Fred’s chest. “It sure looks like it,” choked George, who was being pinned against the wall by Crabbe.

“Every year,” said Ginny, “This snowy owl shows up with birthday gifts for the kids, plus me, Ron, and Hermoine. And Christmas gifts,”...“Someone just wants to send us gifts without taking credit for them.”... This time, she noticed, there was a note on it.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn’t see a small figure running towards him until it collided with his knees, making him fall over. “I’m sorry, really sorry sir!” said the child earnestly in a distinctive English accent. Harry didn’t respond. His mouth had fallen open. If he had any pictures of himself from when he was about seven (for the Dursley’s had never taken any), they would have been identical to this kid. He had messy black hair, bright green eyes, and round glasses. The only thing missing was the scar.

Damn it!, he thought, Dementors!. He reached outwards as he struggled to ignore the voices growing louder in his head. His hand connected with a small, limp wrist. Please be okay, Ginny, he thought.

“Why did you stop in front of the Shrieking Shack?” said Percy, still looking suspicious. “It holds a lot of memories,” Harry blurted out ... Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He turned and ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but his feet simply brought him to an old familiar place. Harry stopped when he had run headlong into the gates of Hogwarts.

Acadia nodded. Why was she holding hands with Blair? She was going out with James! But what about that cute guy that James had hidden from the Death Eaters? She was so confused as she made her way home in the cold snow.

As Hermoine bustled making him a plate, Ron occasionally shot Harry curious looks. Harry returned a shifty grin.

He was going to kiss Ginny. He was going to-"You’re shaking,” said Ginny matter-of-factly. She pulled back and bit her lip, looking down at her lap.

“I can’t do it- I can’t just walk up to them and blab. It would be too weird.” Harry heard footsteps and turned around to see Hermoine walking towards him. He gasped and tried to cover up the mirror. Too late. “Sirius!” gasped Hermoine.

Several hours later, Lily fell asleep in her mother’s arms as they sat around the fire reminiscing. Harry had been listening intently, remembering most of the incidents himself, but didn’t join into the conversation. No hints yet, he told himself.

Suddenly, the front door flew open with a bang. Harry was so surprised that he fell over in his chair, and then scrambled up to find the source of the disturbance. “Ginny!” he gasped, finding her on the threshold, her cheeks wet with tears, “What is it?” he asked, grabbing her around the waist to stop her from falling over.

“Let’s finalize the plans,” announced McGonagall shortly after sundown. The members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered around a single table at the middle of the room, where McGonagall had spread out the Marauder’s Map.

“You sound like that dratted Harry Potter,” she sneered. “That’s quite funny,” said Harry... “That I should sound like myself.”

“I’ve been so worried,” said Harry, squeezing his son even harder. “Where’s Lily?” he said, looking at George expectantly. “Er-” said George... “Well, um- I’ll just- I’ll just let you in,” he said...

“No! No!” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip. She ran the bracelet through her fingers slowly, fiddling with a hole near the phoenix’s heart. “No!”