(I would like to thank Dark Phoenix of Slytherin for her wonderful Beta work. If it wasn't for her help this story would be a piece of crud)
Harry and Ginny were talking in the Great Hall.
"Harry, would you like to take a walk?" Ginny asked.
"Sure love," Harry said with a tired smile.
It had been a long day. With the fight with Voldemort and all that accompanied it, Harry did have a stressful day. As Harry and Ginny walked through the Great Hall Harry took a look around. So many friends and loved ones had been hurt or killed since the war had begun. Tonks, Remus, Sirius, Fred and Dumbledore were ones that had hit closest to home. The two teens walked slowly out of the Entrance Hall into the crowd that was celebrating Voldemort's defeat.
People kept crowding around him, the teens wanting to shake Harry's hand or hug him in thanks for all that he had done. The crowd was getting on Harry's nerves and Ginny could see that Harry was close to the breaking point.
The new Minister, Kingsley Shaklebolt, saw the crowd was keeping Harry and Ginny from getting anywhere. As the crowd was kept back by a few well placed Stunners from Kingley's wand Harry and Ginny turned around and went back into the castle.
"Harry love, why don't you go up to the tower and get some rest?" Ginny said. She could see that Harry was about to collapse.
"Thanks Gin I think I will," Harry said. Ginny gave him a kiss and went over to her family, who was sitting at a table in the Great Hall.
Harry climbed up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower, went to his bed and fell on it. "Kreacher!" he yelled out to his house elf. Kreacher popped into the room.
"What may Kreacher do for Master Harry?" the little house elf said.
"Kreacher I don't want to be disturbed," Harry told his friend. "I'm going to take a nap for a while."
"Keacher will make sure nobody disturbs you Master," he said and popped out of the room. As Harry fell asleep he thought: Finally the nightmare is over.
Bang!
Harry woke up to the sound of thunder and got to his feet. "What the hell?" he said as he looked at himself in horror. He was in his 11 year old body! He looked around and saw he was in the lighthouse that he had been at when Hagrid had come to tell him he was a wizard. Well, Harry thought. If that was a dream then I'll never sleep again, he thought with a grimace.
There was a loud bang and the door of the lighthouse fell in and the biggest man Harry had ever seen bowed his head and came inside.
"Hi Hagrid," Harry said with a smile on his face. The dream was just beginning.