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Author's Notes: This a Harry-Ginny story as of now. It may grow and change depending of where my mind takes me. I will try to update as soon as I can. I will love some reviews as they are what keeps me going, so please keep reviewing!

Summary: The story starts in a post-Voldemort period. It is a romantic fiction between Harry and Ginny. Initially starting with the idea on how Ginny feels as a world worshiping Harry Potter for defeating Voldemort, wants to see him and the only female of the Golden Trio, Hermione, as a couple.

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"What, what is this? Where am I? Is that, is that Voldemort? "

A gasp escaped his lips when he realized that the mutilated form standing in front of him was in fact Voldemort.

"But how is this possible?" said a bewildered Harry. "He has been dead for four years almost."

But now was not the time to think as a jet of pure green light was thrown his way. Harry jumped away just in time to avoid an Avada.

"No this cannot be true, Merlin not again!" was what Harry kept repeating as he kept dodging hexes that were being sent his way by a no-nose Voldemort. He searched for his wand in his pockets but couldn't find it. He was trying to run away from Riddle when he suddenly tripped on a rock and fell face down. The fall was so bad that he could taste blood which apparently was coming from his nose judging by the stinging sensation he was feeling there.

Harry was then surrounded by a laugh that sent shivers down his spine and in no way felt right to his ears. He tried to get up but found himself incapable of doing that. Suddenly he was facing the nose less Voldemort once again. Harry tried to push himself up but failed recurrently. Voldemort was now raising his wand with an Avada on his lips. Harry's eyes widened in horror as the curse left Voldemort's wand. Harry closed his eyes tightly in anticipation of the curse. And finally the green light struck him. He felt as if someone had poured a whole bucket of ice-chilled water on him. Each droplet stung Harry deep.

"But wait, am I supposed to still feel even after I am dead?" said Harry. Something didn't feel right to him. And slowly he could feel a new sensation, sensation of being wet. Gasping Harry opened his eyes and shot up from the bed like a rocket on fire.

"What, What on Earth was that?" said a panting Harry. That was just a dream, thank Merlin. He looked in the mirror next to his bed to find himself all drenched in sweat.

"But why such a vivid dream?" said Harry to himself as he decided to take a shower and begin his day in a now Voldemort free world.

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