AUTHOR'S NOTE

This Story is meant for people who have read "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". It takes place soon after the book, before the part titled "Nineteen Years Later". I come nowhere near the writing of infamous J.K Rowling, but I am, an aspiring author. Also, this is merely my first M rated story. I hope you like it and I would love to see some criticizing feedback.

THE PATH TO BE CHOSEN

Chapter 1

Harry was standing there, in darkness, as if light had never once existed. Harry felt exhausted, and unreal, with crisp air on his breath. Suddenly, after rubbing his eyes, a light appeared in front of Harry. It got bigger, as Harry realised, it was a creature coming closer. It wasn't human but did in fact; take the form of a human. Silence filled the air until he heard the creature muttering a spell.

"Avada Kedavra!" the voice had yelled. A green light had cast towards Harry.

Moments later Harry had woken up. Sweat covered his body. He looked at his surroundings. He saw the window of his room in the Burrow and Ron in complete peace, sleeping and snoring quietly. This meant he was still having nightmares of Voldemort. Harry glanced at the clock above the rickety door. It was 4:53 in the morning. If his predictions were right, people would be waking within the hour and he would be smothered with attention because of his act of defeating Voldemort.

"Then what?" he thought. His mind travelled across his options. A picture of his future came into place. He saw himself, standing beside Ginny. A baby was in her arms, and a child, no older than six was at his side. He felt a ringing in his ears as he realised that he had no reason stopping him from being with Ginny. Voldemort was dead. The treat of Harry's death had diminished. He decided to talk to Ginny tonight since he assumed it would be the only time he could talk to her, since he had expected to be surrounded by people soon. Even if she wasn't awake, he felt drawn to her.

He got up and took hold of his invisibility cloak. He wrapped around him. He walked slowly down the hallway. "What if she didn't like me anymore?" He asked himself.

Ginny sat up in her bed. She had been thinking of Harry for hours on end. She was nervously imagining Harry with another woman. A fire lit in the pit of her stomach. She desperately needed him to remember their relationship. She fought a tear as she thought of the people who had died. She was sad and yet so proud to know they'd died fighting for happiness. Her mind went numb as she saw Harry walk into her room. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Harry walked up to her. He kissed her lips and rubbed her head.

"Oh, Ginny. I hope you remember us. I keep trying to forget that I was away from you for so long. I feel lost without you, as if a piece of my soul is gone. I love you." He confessed.

At the sound of these words, she opened her eyes.

"I love you too," she whispered. The words had slipped from her mouth. It felt so natural.

Harry felt a jolt of surprise. He kissed her as he laid onto her bed their lips not parting. They had kissed for what felt like hours and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.