My Notes: Hi everyone, this one-shot has been in my head for a while, i hope it's not going to happen, but anythings possible. there is little chance that it will happen, I don't want to get people worried.

oh yeah, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, he is enmensly (sp?) cute and I wish I did own him, but I don't (sob) look now i've gone all emosonal, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!

anyway...

It was over, they had won!

Voldemort's body lay at Harry Potter's feet, the sword of Godric Gryffindor pushed through his black heart, blood blossomed from the wound.

The surrounding people cheered, they hugged there family and friends, tears running down they're faces, but Harry stood in shock, it was over, he was dead, Harry was a murder.

Ron, Hermione and Ginny came running through the crowd, all three hugged Harry tightly.

Hermione had injured many death eaters, outraged that they had dared to attack Hogwarts just when the ministry had deemed it safe.

Ron had organized the older students; his skills at chess had now been put into a real fight.

Ginny had fought, she and Neville had wounded Bellatrix Lestrange greatly, Neville had killed her, he had received a Avada kadabra in the back from Belitrix's husband. His dead body lay face down, a smile upon his face, glad he had avenged his parents.

Harry allowed himself to be taken to the hospital wing by Ginny. Madam Pomfrey upon hearing the news of victory had let out a sob and immediately began to help the bloody and bruised hero.

Harry had been feed a sleeping potion and was now in a deep sleep. His chest rising and falling, as Ginny watched him she wondered if he would take her back, the war was now over, Ron and Hermione were now together why couldn't she and Harry? She lay her head against his chest, although in a deep sleep Harry still gave a comfortable smile at the feeling.

Harry dream of nothingness, it wasn't scary infact it made you fell no emotion at all.

"Boy, get in here, you've been out all night, make breakfast, hurry up"

Harry awoke, he blinked and stretched. He was wearing ripped, old clothes. When looking down at himself he was small and skinny around the size of when he was ten, but why was he this size? He was now tall and slim, with a nice tan and muscles, not deathly skinny, pale and weak; this was his ten year old body. It all began to piece together; it had all been a dream.

His aunts voice knocked him out of his doze, he quickly scurried into the house and sighed as he set into his ten year old daily résumé, and began to make breakfast, once the full English breakfast was made he settled down into his chair and began to pick at his food, wishing that life could be fairer to him, the dream had just gotten good, Voldemort was now gone and he could now begin his life as a full grown wizard. He mentally shook himself, how could something that fantasy be real? Of course it was a dream. Dudley banged his stick against the table, the post box rattled as letters fell through onto the welcome mat.

"Get the post, Harry"

Harry got up, he really didn't feel like arguing with his uncle today and made his way down the hallway to the door, he picked up the letters and flicked through them, he quickly put the bill looking envelops at the bottom of the pile, there was a postcard, a heavy letter caught his eye, it was addressed in green ink.

Mr. H Potter,

The Cupboard-Under-The-Stairs,

Little Winging,

Surry

Ha, cool isn't it, I really hope this doesn't happen, but it's a posibleity...

please, if you haven't read it, read Harry Potter and the Cousin's Secret, it's my long term story.

untill next time...