Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters of J.K. Rowling's brilliant creation. I no...I no...it's very short...but it's a beginning!! So...Fabulous, baby, Fabulous...hopes yall like it!!
Prologue
"You did it Harry. All fighting has stopped. The war is over. There's no more dying and all of a sudden, four is not such a scary number. But no matter how wonderful this is, I will accept it as a trade off for losing you. I need you, the twins need you. There is peace at last and it is time for you to come home. It's your turn for happiness, we love you Harry."
A man lay unmoving, except for the gentle rising of his chest, in the hospital wing of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his emerald green eyes staring up at the ceiling lifeless and unblinking. Harry Potter, also known as the Boy-Who-Lived, was now an even greater hero than ever before.
As Harry lay there in his coma-like state, he reflected on what he had done, had everything he had done, been for all the right reasons? Had it all been worth it? To lose so many, so that he may live to lose more the next day? Every question had gone unanswered and they would be left unanswered for as long as he lived.
Magical healers were brought in from all over the globe; to find out what was wrong with him, but none could tell. All medical scans showed normal health, none could explain why Harry was in a comatose state. After many days of questions, all the healers could come up with was mental, physical, emotional and magical exhaustion. It was decided that he should be left alone to rest, until he was fully healed. They said that he would wake up on his own.
To some this sounded like good news, to those who knew Harry best, the wept, for they knew in their hearts that there might not be any return for him. Unknown to all that surround Harry, he was aware of all that went on, and try as he might he could not awaken from his state.
There were many tears shed over him, but only one person broke his heart. As she cried, all Harry fought to do was to take her in his arms and tell her that he loved her, with every fibre of his being, but alas he could not, and he remained still until finally a dream-filled sleep took him.
The last words he heard were that of a red-headed witch, gently whispered into his ear, "Harry, fight. Come back to me, I'll love you forever and a day. So fight for me Harry, I don't think I can do this alone." Then sobs escaped her and she fled.
A/N: Hey peoples...i know its really short and im really really really sorry, but it had to be done! I promise itll all make sense later and it should be a hoot, well at least im going to have a lot of fun with it hehe...any wayi would love it if you would review and tell me wat u thinks...it'll make all the difference...and if there's any errors...dont hesitate to point them out!! Loz