He lay there; awake, unable to sleep, in his warm bed, yet feeling so cold. It wasn't quite morning, but nor was it night. It was dark outside, nothing could be heard or seen, just the emptiness of the world outside of the room in which he inhabited for the last few weeks.

Once a boy, now a man, he has seen more horrific things than anyone has seen in their worst nightmares, even for the wizarding world. Nothing will ever change what happened to him, and what happened to the others that were there. He could not forgive himself for what happened, what he did, and what he didn't. So, day after day, he lies there, alone, unable to bring himself to talk to anyone, not even to the Weasleys, his second family, a home away from home.

The sun was coming up, yet he didn't even take notice that it ever went down. He didn't care about anything else. He just couldn't face the world. He was "The Chosen One", he was the one everyone believed could save them from You Know Who. He heard a knock at the door. He didn't reply. They knocked again, but he still did nothing. He heard the door open.

"I told you I didn't want to…"

"Harry Potter." A young female voice said. He turned around to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to. She was very pretty; she looked like an angel from Heaven. She wore a long, white dress and had beautiful long wavy brown hair. "This is not what I would have expected from you, but I guess…"

"Who the hell are you?" Harry cut in.

"Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me! Let me introduce myself. My name is Anastasia…"

"Who…what are you doing here?" He was now out of bed. A lot taller than he was two years ago, yet he felt no taller than a bean.

"Well, seeing as you've asked, and ever so kindly," there was a mocking tone in her voice, "I'm actually here to help you."

"With what?" He was confused and completely unaware of what was going on (well that make sense if he hasn't left the room for weeks!).

"With finishing what you started." Harry looked away, not saying anything. "Harry…" She spoke so gently, her voice so reassuring.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not going anywhere and I'm not finishing anything." He replied, still not looking at Anastasia.

"What! You're just going to give up? Harry this is not about you anymore, this is much bigger, we're talking about the lives of many others here. One life has already been lost; can you bear to see another innocent life be taken?"

"I'm sorry, but it's not my problem…anymore…" He looked at her, and for a split second, he thought he saw her shine. Shine with beauty, a light. He quickly looked away, scared that what he saw might not have been a hallucination.

"Well…I'm sorry you feel that way…" She moved closer to Harry, and sat next to him on the bed. "Harry…I know you think this is not your…"

"Harry?" Hermione looked into the room through the open door. Harry forgot it was open. She walked in and hugged him. "Were you just talking to someone?"

"Umm…yeah…her…" he turned to look at wear she was sitting, but she was no longer there.

"Who?"

"What…she was just here before…"

"You know what Harry; I think you need to get some fresh air. Come down stairs, we're going out today." He talked to him as if he was 3 year old, telling someone that a large bunny rabbit was on his bed.

"What no, I don't need fresh air. There really was someone here, I was talking to her!"

"Harry, there's no one here, you're probably just imaging. You have been in here for weeks you know…"

"I do know, and I know I was talking to her!" He was no angry. Why didn't Hermione, his best friend, not believe him? Why did she think he had gone insane?

"Okay…" she didn't sound convinced, "just come down Harry, everyone really misses you."

He looked away. "Fine"

She left the room and ran downstairs. Harry sat on his bed, trying to put together what just happened. Could he really have been imagining it?

"Harry" Harry turned around, startled. "Listen, you should probably-"

"What was that about? Where did you go, you made me look like a fool."

"You are." She said to herself.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, now I think you should tell the Weasleys that you're going."

"What? Where am I going?"

"With me Harry, we have to finish this, once and for all."

"We are not going to finish anything. I don't know who you are! I'm not going with you. This could all be a trap!"

"Well it's not!" Now she was looking angry. "Harry, are you just going to sit here and let Voldemort win? That's not what you're parents would have wanted to happen to the person that killed them!"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS LIKE THAT! YOU DIDN'T KNOW THEM!" He was almost in tears.

Anastasia moved closer to him and said in the gentlest voice. "I'm sorry Harry. But I know your parents. I know what they would have wanted…"

"You know them?"

"Umm…knew them…"

"Oh right…"

"So Harry…are we going to do this?"

He looked away for a moment, then back again. "Let me just get my wand."