Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, J.K Rowling does, that why she's rich and I'm not.

A Heart's Reawakening.

Chapter 1

Harry laid in pure misery, sweating profusely, tossing and turning furiously in his bed. The images of that night, that horrible night flashed furiously in his mind. He could see it, the scene unfold and like before he couldn't reach her in time to stop it. He screamed in pain into the night, "GINNY, GINNY, NO."

His eyes opened, he shot straight up in his bed while the scene still flashed before his eyes. He was breathing as if he'd just ran a marathon as he looked around into the darkness of his small bedroom here in his small flat in London.

He swung his legs off the bed and placed his head in his hands, trying to stop shaking and steady his breathing. These nightmares had become a nightly reality for Harry. Assaulting his mind with a cruel and merciless strength. Making him relive the single worst day he ever had the terrible misfortune of living through. More than once he had wished it would have been him, him that had died that night.

He got up and made his way to the living room of his small apartment and reached for a bottle of headache relief potion, which he had become very used to taking, as these nightly encounters had always left him with a nausea inducing migraine.

He downed the bottle in one and tried to clam his nerves. He knew he couldn't though, no matter how hard he tried his mind, like it always had would take him back, take him back to that time.

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7 Years Prior

Harry had just graduated from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was immensely pleased that he finished so well, having finished with top marks in most of his N.E.W.T's. It had been a year since he had ended the war by vanquishing his hated enemy, lord Voldemort. He was never happier, really he was never relieved. His life it seems had always been lived to achieve this end, now that he finally had his life back it was finally his own to live, without a constant mortal torment striving to erase his presence from the world.

His best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had also returned to Hogwarts with him and both had finished well. Hermione much more so but Ron did well enough, thanks in large part to Hermione's constant assistance. Which if he was being honest with himself also aided Harry a great deal.

Ron and Hermione had been together since the night of the final battle, where they finally admitted to each other the feelings they've stored for the other for so long. Harry was pleased for the most part, he wasn't overjoyed though. A piece of himself deep in his soul didn't like seeing them together but he for the life of him didn't know why.

He didn't linger long on the thought though as once the final battle had been fought and won his eye immediately fell on a certain Redheaded beauty who always set his soul a blaze with a painfully burning desire. It was more though, much more. For a while now, since his sixth year he had come to the realization that he in fact was in love with Ginny Wealey, the sister of his best friend and the only person who had ever looked in his eyes with nothing but tender compassion and abounding affection.

Harry had a gift for looking into people's eyes and reading what was behind them, with others he always saw things that made him feel uncomfortable. There was either pity, for the life he had been forced to lead. Questioning as to whether or not he could pull off a feat as unimaginable as defeating the most powerful dark wizard of all time. Or there was suspicion, as to whether he, Harry Potter deserved the recognition he had always received. Some of his best friends had been guilty of this one, Ron mostly so.

But not Ginny, she always told him with her eyes that in her heart she saw only what was best in him and for this simple peace she had fed his soul with Harry truly loved her.

He told her this the day before all of them would be returning to school. They were all staying at the burrow and as many times before Ron and Hermione had slipped away to find some quiet time to themselves. Leaving Harry and Ginny alone for the most part, Mrs. Weasley being busy with last minute preparations.

They both sat quietly on the steps outside the kitchen door, enjoying a warm summer breeze. Harry watched as the wind flowed through Ginny's fiery red hair, causing it to rise in a beautiful dance of amazing perfection. Harry just stared at her, his heart pumping harder than it had ever, much harder than when he had faced his enemy, that was easy, much easier than this he thought.

Harry hadn't revealed his feelings to her since the final battle. He was so afraid that after he had left her at the end of his sixth year she wouldn't be able to forgive, or see what was done was necessary for her safety.

But there was nothing for it, he was in love with her, and he knew if he didn't at least tell her so he'd always live with that regret, and he had so many he was already dealing with he really didn't need to add another to the mix.

"Ginny," he said quietly, trying to keep his voice steady, sounding casual but doing a piss poor job.

"Yes Harry," she answered quietly, locking her eyes firmly on his. He found it hard to look into their depths, it was like staring into the suns center.

"Well," he started but realizing now that he had plucked up the courage he really didn't know where to begin, "there's just so much I've wanted to say to you since that night, the night the war ended, I just haven't found the courage," he stated humbly.

"Harry," she said in a light tone, "You don't ever have to be afraid to be real with me, I can handle whatever it is, now please tell me what you've wanted to say."

"Well, first off I just wanted to apologize for leaving you, I only did it because I thought naively it would keep you safe, really it wasn't what I wanted, I never wanted to hurt you, I hope you can believe that," he said softly looking her in the eyes so she could read the truth of his statements.

"I'm not going to lie to you Harry it did hurt, a lot, I don't know why but I really thought it was because you didn't want to be with me anymore, I didn't think I was pretty enough, smart enough, good enough to have your heart," she said looking away, her tone speaking to the pain she felt.

He gently took her head and made her face him once again, "Ginny, how could you think that, your all of those things and more, your so smart, so good, and so beautiful that staring at you actually causes me physical pain, these eyes look at you and see such beauty, its as if nature carved each line, each curve with its masterful hand just to show the world what true beauty really is, to show off it's artistry to the world. You Ginny are natures masterpiece, a representation of the truth behind the word beauty," he said, finding his voice as he went, putting all of his heart, the true convictions of his soul into each and every word, letting her not only see but hear as well that from deep within himself he was speaking the truth.

Ginny just stared at him, not knowing what to say at first, never in her life had anyone described her in such terms, it made her heart dance inside her chest. She saw his eyes and knew, she knew he really felt these things, that they weren't just sweet nothings whispered callously, they were the truth as he felt them deep inside his being.

"Harry, No ones ever said anything like that to me, I don't know what to say," she replied, a wealth of tender affection flooding her eyes as her check flushed.

"It's the truth, I've just never had the nerve to say as much out loud, but ever since the end of the war I've seen things much clearer. I've seen how I want my life to be," he said firmly, taking her hand, causing her pulse to quicken.

"And how would you like your life to be Harry,' she asked softly.

"I want a life of peace, joy, and endless love and I want them with you, Ginny, I Love You, and not like a sister, I am truly and deeply from the depths of my heart in love with you, and I see now that that's a truth that will always be. No matter what happens, I will always love you," he said letting all the emotions that went with the sentiment flow through each word.

She again just stared blankly at him for a moment, he began to look away, fearing rejection was just around the bend. He was caught off guard though when he was tackled hard to the ground. He looked up to find her smiling from both ears while on top of him. He smiled back as she lowered her head and kissed him with such a deep passion that Harry's blood began to boil. He relished the feelings of her soft warm lips pressed firmly to his. It was the nectar of the gods, never in his life had he tasted anything so sweet, so alive, so right.

At last after they had nearly suffocated each with their lips they parted, she stared down at him and let her eyes tell him what her lips were about to, "I Love You too Harry Potter, with all my heart, and like you that will never change," she said, then she punched him rather hard in the arm.

"OW" he said smiling, rubbing his arm though not really feeling the pain through the euphoria that was now washing over his entire body at her response, "What was that for?"

"For leaving me, even if it was for noble reasons, never ever do it again," she said beaming down at him.

He looked up, returning it, "No my love, never again," he said smiling, pulling her into another long kiss full of the love and passion he felt for her.

The news of there newly coupled status washed through the burrow, eliciting heart felt joy from most, Mrs. Weasley being preeminent amongst them. Ron wasn't overly thrilled, fearing Harry would once again toy with his sisters emotions and toss her callously aside. He really didn't understand his best friend at all. His fears were assuaged after a heartfelt discussion with Harry, and a threat of dire pain from Ginny that if he tried to stand in their way.

He need not have worried though, Harry and Ginny's true and deep love was apparent to all who saw them together. They couldn't hide it, not that they wanted to. It poured out of them each and everyday, shining through them like a brilliant light held deep inside.

They were so blissfully happy as they both left school, both finding their careers. He and Ron both enrolled in the Auror training academy. Both found it extremely difficult and rather grueling, but by the skin of their teeth's they made it, Harry with top honors, being made Captain right after.

Hermione persuaded Ginny to join her at the prestigious Healer academy of Britain, also in itself quite a difficult calling. Ginny was hesitant at first not sure if that was what she really wanted, but since she hadn't manage to make it onto any of the Qudditich teams she tried out for she hesitantly accepted.

Once inside Ginny found she rather enjoyed it, very much so, it was like a calling she never knew she had. She like the idea that in a small part she could help ease the world's pain somewhat, and try to heal its wounds.

And she thought it good to know these things since Harry was choosing such a dangerous career. He was now her now fiancé, Harry having purposed it the moonlight on their final night at Hogwarts, to which she accepted before he could even finish the question. They consummated their union that night and Ginny found something she liked better than Qudditich.

They both made through their respective academies and settled into their careers, both finding it filled them with a certain pride, knowing they had true purposes in the world.

They were married six months later at a beautiful ceremony held at Potter manor, the house, well really the mansion his parents had left him. It was where they made their home and each were so delirious with true happiness it blinded them somewhat. Both thinking nothing could touch them as long as they were with the other. They were wrong, it seems that such beauty, such love, such truth isn't meant to last.

It was a quiet evening. A cool spring breeze rolled gently throughout the land, making all seem deceptively peaceful. The truth wasn't what it seemed.

Harry and Ginny walked arm in arm down the street, smiling, letting the breeze blow through them. They had just finished a nice celebratory dinner at a very nice upscale muggle restaurant. The occasion, Ginny just found out what she had suspected, that she was in fact three months pregnant with her and Harry's first child, a son they learned from the scans whom they had already decided to name James.

They were blissfully unaware of the masked man watching from a dark ally as they approached. Just as they made it to the ally he leapt from its shadowy depths, brandishing what Harry recognized from his training to be a 38. Snub nose special.

Harry froze, still holding Ginny tightly to him. The masked man had the gun aimed right for Ginny's heart and Harry knew he would never be able to reach his wand in his shoulder holster before the bastard got a shot off. He decided it best to comply. Harry reached slowly into his pocket and handed the man his wallet. He then demanded the emerald necklace that hung around Ginny neck, a gift from Harry, a Potter family heirloom.

The masked bandit rushed forward to seize it, Harry acted instinctively in a need to protect his wife and rushed forward and seized the mans wrist, Harry fought hard but the villainous son of a bitch managed to get a shot off, it tearing through the night, finding its way straight through Ginny's heart. She fell hard to the ground. Harry looked down at her as the man began to run, Harry drew his wand and stunned him from behind. He then knelt and felt for a pulse, finding none he knew the horrible truth, the bullet had ended her life. He cried in such pain that even the stars could hear his anguish. He looked over to the masked man who had taken his world away from him.

He was trying to rise, feeling dazed. In blind rage Harry rushed over and tackled him hard to the ground. He spun the man onto his back and at once began pounding the man violently with both hands. How long it lasted, Harry didn't know, he didn't register it until his hands were striking not a head any loner but just now a bloody pulp. In the terrible fury of his wrath he beat the man to death with his bare hands.

After he registered this fact he made his way quickly back to the form of his fallen wife, he knelt and held her lifeless form, bringing her head to his chest, kissing her head as tears of stark and cruel pain fell freely from his eyes. Once again he cried in utter agony into the night.

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Now here he was, brought back from these painful memories. 3 years had past since that tragic night and still Harry felt no relief from the pain he constantly carried deep inside of him. He visited it, each and every night. And each time he wondered the same thing, would his numb and limp organ that beat in his chest ever again learn how to feel, learn how to love.