DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Literally. Especially not Harry Potter.

This is a rewrite of a story I posted years ago. Please R&R!

Chapter 1: 26 Hours of Sleep

"I've had enough trouble for a lifetime." Harry said, looking at his two best friends. "I'm going to get some rest. What about the two of you?"

Professor McGonagall seemed to sneak up behind them and said, "After all you three have done I think some rest is a great idea. We have the seventh year boys dormitories ready for you three."

"Mate, I'm actually going to be with my family right now. I'll be to bed soon, but you go on ahead." He glanced at his two best friends' clasped hands and assumed he would be alone in getting some rest.

"Thank you, Professor. If anyone asks where I am please just tell them I am resting." Harry requested. Professor McGonagall nodded and made a quick retreat to let the aurors and guards know the whereabouts of the young heroes. Ron nodded, and Harry pulled him and Hermione in for a tight hug.

"I'll let the family know where you are, I'm sure Mum will be worried. Well…and Ginny. Should I send her up if she asks?" They all looked at Ron surprised, "I know he loves her, and I know she loves him. He deserves that after all these awful years he had." Hermione kissed Ron's cheek.

"You really think she still loves me?" Harry asked, hopeful.

"Of course she does, she always has, Harry. We will send her up when we see her." Hermione gave his hand a squeeze and guided Ron towards the Great Hall.

Harry slowly made his escape trying to avoid people by wearing his invisibility cloak until he reached the Gryffindor common room.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.

"Umm…I haven't exactly been here in a year. Is it possible to just let me in?" Harry begged.

"Oh my! Nevermind Mr. Potter! Come on in! The heroes from my own house!"

"Thank you." He made his way up the stairs and felt his stomach grumble.

Harry called for Kreacher. POP!

"Yes, Master Harry called?"

"Um..yes hi Kreacher, I was just wondering if you could bring me some sandwiches and pumpkin juice? Oh and maybe some fresh clothes so I can shower." Harry asked, with a yawn.

"Kreacher will bring clothes right away for Master, and he will prepare warm sandwiches for Master for after his shower."

"Thank you, Kreacher." Kreacher nodded and popped away.

Harry made his way into the bathroom and began to strip off his clothes. He winced at the feeling of his sore muscles and all of his wounds. He stood under the hot water for what seemed like hours but must've only been a few minutes. He quickly lathered up good and bit his lip while he cleaned his cuts, and burns. Once done he stood in front of the mirror in just a towel and observed his body. He was thin, but muscular, and he definitely had some new scars to add to the collection. Including what seems to be a purplish, and greenish bruise over another ghastly scar. Right where the killing curse hit him. He felt disgusted and didn't want to see it anymore, he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and dressed the rest of his body.

Harry immediately dug into the sandwiches and juice when he reentered the bed area. Within 10 minutes the whole plate was empty. Now being exhausted he climbed into his bed and fell straight asleep.

When he stirred again he could barely move his body. He ached all over, and couldn't tell how long he had been asleep. He opened his eyes to see sunlight peeking in through the curtains which means he had either been asleep for a whole day or a few hours. Harry noticed the other beds looked slept in, but they were empty so he assumed he had been asleep for quite some time. He heard someone take a deep breath and he snapped his head up to see who was in the room with him.

"Harry?" He recognized that voice immediately and noticed for the first time the beautiful red head in the chair next to his bed. He opened his mouth but realized how dry his throat was, and quickly gulped down the water she handed him.

"Ginny! How long have I been sleeping?"

"About 26 hours now. It's 9 am. We've been worried. I've been worried." She looked at him with such concern in her eyes and she brushed the hair from his eyes, tracing his jawline with her hand.

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?"

"Mum wouldn't let us, mate." Ron said softly, entering the room for the first time. "It's good to see you awake though."

Harry slowly sat up to sit on the edge of the bed, Ron grabbed his arm to help him up and it took both Ginny and him to steady Harry on his feet. They all gasped when they realized Harry had splotches of blood where some of his cleaned cuts had come open and bled.

"Harry, you really need to see Madam Pomfrey, she has been waiting for you." Hermione said.

"Right, let me just change my shirt." Without even thinking he pulled his shirt over his head, and once again they all gasped.

"Is that from…you know…the forest?" Ron asked, and when Harry nodded he said, "Bloody hell mate!" Ginny's eyes filled with tears, as did Hermione's but she realized the need for them to have some more privacy.

"Ron, why don't we go tell your mum that Harry is awake and then we will meet them in the Hospital Wing." Hermione suggested grabbing his hand. For once, Ron wasn't an ignorant prick.

"Yeah let's go. Ginny, you should take Harry to see Madam Pomfrey." Ginny only nodded, watching them go out the dormitory door. Ginny walked right up to Harry and looked him in the eyes, she placed her hand over his heart as if making sure he was really alive.

"Do you know how scared I was? I was ready to throw myself in front of a killing curse when I saw you dead." She whispered, tears running down her face. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

"I had to. Ginny, I had to." She nodded at him in understanding and let him go so he could put on a new shirt. "I will explain all of it to you, but not right now." She wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face in his chest, again. He put one finger below her chin to lift her face, so he could kiss her. He pressed his lips to hers and she eagerly begged for more. This was exactly what he needed. For the first time in almost 18 years he felt at peace. He pulled away.

"Ginny, where does this leave us?"

"Wherever you want it to leave us."

"Will you be my girlfriend, again?" Harry asked quietly.

"Of course, Harry!" She smiled for the first time since before the war. "Let's get you to Madam Pomfrey." She grabbed his hand and dragged him out.

"I am fine really.."

"Harry Potter! Come on, don't make me hex you!" Harry quickly changed his mind and joined her towards the hospital wing.