Harry walked up toward the dormitories alone, while his friends ventured off towards the great hall to each and talk with Ron's family. The minute Harry thought of them he sighed and thought of the Weasley's now dead son, Fred. Also when he thought of the Weasley's, Harry couldn't help but think about Ginny. He knew that he loved her, something that made him be much more protective of her than a normal boyfriend would have been. Harry loved everything about her, from the way she laughed to the faces she put on when mocking Fleur. He just hoped that Ginny felt the same way, seeing as she had had almost a year at Hogwarts without him and could very well have met someone else.

Harry approached the portrait hole and asked the Fat Lady if he could go in. she obliged happily, singing his praises as he walked through the door. Harry walked toward the boy's dormitory and crawled into his bed. He then fell into a deep sleep.

Harry dreamed of many things, some of his future, while others of his past. He dreamt of the people who had died and he dreamt of the people who survived.

Harry woke to the feeling of someone shaking him and other voices conversing over him. He slowly cracked open his eyes, seeing only blurred shapes due to his glasses being on the bedside table. He felt someone reach over and grab them off the table and push them onto his eyes. Harry looked around and saw the three people he had most wanted to see in the world.

In front of him, shaking him awake was Ron. He had his freckles lightly splotched across his face and his familiar red hair lay shaggily on top of his head. He had a confused look on his face as though he didn't understand what his sister and girlfriend were saying to each other. Next to him stood Hermione, her bushy brown hair never failing to be bushy. She looked cross, as though anything that Ginny was saying annoyed her greatly. Then, finally, next to her stood Ginny. She was shorter than the other two, yet her fiery spirit obviously had not ceased to exist after the battle. Her long red hair hung over one of her shoulder's, and her expression was one of distance and distress. It pained Harry to see her like that and wished he could fix whatever had caused that look to appear upon her face.

"Harry, mate, you awake?" Ron asked his oldest friend.

"Yeah I'm awake," Harry said as he slowly sat up on his bed. "What are you doing in here mate?"

"Well, you see, you've been out for two days and we thought it'd be best to wake you."

"Yeah, I get it. Thanks mate."

"Harry, how are you?" Hermione asked as she pulled up closer to her best friend.

"I'm fine 'mione, how are you?"

"Alright, just a little tired."

"That's good," Harry said as he gave her a hug.

"Hi Harry," Ginny said quietly.

"Hey Ginny," Harry replied.

"We'll just be going," Hermione said as she grabbed on by the arm and pulled him out of the dormitory.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked his ex-girlfriend.

"Alright, very shaken up though."

"Yeah, I know the feeling."

"Harry?" Ginny asked, "Why did you not want to see me, you know in the room of requirement? You looked as though you'd have rather seen Cho instead of me."

"I didn't want you there because I didn't think it was safe; I needed you safe Gin, you don't understand. You mean the world and more to me." Harry said as he began to stand off of his bed.

"You mean the world to me too, Harry." Ginny said as she walked toward him and caught his lips in a fiery embrace.