Summary: Before Harry defeated Voldemort, he had to let go of someone who he held most dear to himself, someone who's story has previously gone unnoticed. Now that Voldemort is finally gone, can Harry finally win back the love of his life before she makes a huge mistake?

A/N: Ugh this took me forever to write but now its up so enjoy, y'all!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex, Dominik and Ana). They are a creation of JK Rowling (complete genius) and i'm simply borrowing them for the time being.

Chapter 1: Revelations

It was over and done. What he'd been working on his whole life, it was all finally complete. He closed his eyes and rested against his pillows smiled slowly, savoring this moment and trying to hold on to this feeling for as long as he could. He'd known that he'd be relieved, but this feeling was far beyond any relief. It was a mixture of jubilance, excitement, happiness, relief, and, remarkably, he was still at peace. It was probably like best emotion he'd ever felt.

It still felt a little unreal to Harry, that he was already a free man. The whole "Chosen One" affair had been like a death sentence, and now that he was free, he was a little innerved that he had the rest of his life ahead of him, and didn't know what to do with it.

He opened his eyes again. He took in the room, although it was nothing special or out of the ordinary. The room was the typical hospital room: impeccably clean, all white, with innumerable colorful flower arrangements lining the edge of the room giving off enough unbearably strong fragrance to knock out a decent sized horse.

He had been in St. Mungo's for a couple of weeks, suffering mostly from muscle atrophy. The healers had told him that that the Avada Kedavra curse that Voldemort had used on him, though it hadn't killed him and allowed him enough time to use the curse on Voldemort instead and finally finished him off, had caused some of his muscle tissue to deteriorate. They assured him that he was expected to make a full recovery and that he'd be out within another week.

He had gotten the biggest bouquet of all from Ron, Hermione, and Julia, who had said that they didn't think he'd mind what kind of flower they got — Harry not being too much of a flower aficionado — so to show their excitement and enthusiasm, they'd simply bought one of every flower in the store. It may not have been the most artistic arrangement, but he appreciated the thought nonetheless. He was much more interested in seeing Julia, who he hadn't been able to see during the war. She was a tiny little thing, but was still very pretty: she had blue, blue eyes, like the color of the sky on a hot summer's day, but had an unreal ring of electrifying sea foam green around the pupil, with soft, peach fuzz-like hair in the color of cinnamon. When she smiled, she lit up the whole room and Harry simply couldn't get enough of his goddaughter. Neither could Ron. Harry saw by the twinkle in Ron's eye that Julia was his princess.

Then Ginny brought him a bouquet, 7 roses in an assortment of colors: pale salmon, dark pink, and red. The colors, she explained, were each symbolic. The pale salmon symbolized friendship, which they had with each other, the dark pink symbolized thankfulness and admiration, which she had for him, and the red symbolized love, which Ginny insisted was the reason that Harry had defeated Voldemort. Even the number of the roses had a reason: 25 roses was supposed to be a congratulations, but Ginny was a little short on cash, so she'd bought 7 instead (25; two plus five equaled seven). Ginny was really blossoming. She'd started a new job at Hogwarts as an intern under Madam Pomfrey, and she was really looking grown up, wearing a suit (well, actually it was jeans with a blazer, but in her defense it looked very professional anyway). Also she had some exciting news: her and Dominik had just gotten engaged. Harry was ecstatic for the two of them, giving Ginny a big hug. Apparently no dates were being considered at the moment, it was simply set for "whenever," as Ginny put it.

Hagrid had brought him a large, rather dangerous looking carnivorous plant that had eaten a hole in the curtains as it sat upon the windowsill (aka, the farthest place away from him that Harry could manage to put it). It was extremely creepy: it displayed an usual amount of movement, often turning its mouth to the left and right, analyzing the air for traces of flies or other assorted flying insects, and it was a deep, sickly red color around the mouth and the rest was a hideous shade of green. During their visit, Hagrid had been able to play the part of the proud uncle whose nephew could do no wrong, patting Harry on the shoulder (more painful than it sounds when Hagrid does it, but Harry could feel the love) and beaming at him. He even burst into tears and started muttering how proud he was (Harry found that fairly entertaining). But he was still Hagrid: kind, shy, with childlike innocence. And Harry loved him for that.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley also came to visit. Harry was very pleased to see them because they were the closest thing to a mother and father Harry had ever really known. Not to mention that Mrs. Weasley brought Harry some piping hot onion soup and shepherd's pie. They were both all smiles as they informed Harry of all the goings-on in the Weasley clan, such as the fact that Fleur was now pregnant with her and Bill's second kid, Percy and Penelope were getting married next spring, and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was flourishing. They also presented him with a card from Fred and George. They said they weren't sure what it was but Fred and George had told them that it was something that had to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Harry thought it wise to hold off on opening that one, as it was probably something that would burst open and break something, only to find out later that it was a lifetime pass to buy anything at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They insisted (in their card) it was the least they could do for the bloke who stopped Voldemort.

The rest were from the rest of the Weasley clan (Percy and Penelope, whom Harry was very relieved to see sent their bouquet, instead of visiting and dropping it off, as well as Charlie, Bill and Fleur).

But strangely Harry heard nothing from Alex. Not that he had honestly expected her to come, not after everything that had happened, but against his better judgement he still wished and hoped and dreamed that she still cared about him.

As he sat there, he realized how much he missed Alex. He missed the way she would laugh and how she would smile. He missed the way she'd joke around and the way her eyes would light up when she was happy. He missed that sugary scent that she wore and how it didn't take courage for her to tell the truth, it was simply second nature. He missed the deep, soulful sayings she always seemed to come up with on a dime and how she'd kick his ass during one on one sessions of Quidditch. He missed how he could talk about anything and she'd listen and offer advice and never judge him. He missed her embrace and her kiss.

But he'd let her go. Wasn't that supposed to comfort him? He'd done what was best for her. Wasn't that what your supposed to do when you're in love? Weren't you supposed to think of them before yourself? Harry forced himself to think these things, even though they brought him no solace.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

"Harry?" came a familiar voice. Harry sighed. It wasn't the familiar voice he'd been hoping for.

"Come in," Harry said, trying to sound happy as Hermione walked in with Julia on her hip.

"Good morning," Hermione said, smiling cheerfully as she walked toward Harry's bedside. "Sorry, Ron had an early Auror training session and couldn't come but Julia was being fussy and I thought maybe she missed her godfather." Hermione handed Julia gracefully over to Harry and she cooed happily and her small, toothless mouth curved into a happy smile, and Harry tried to look happy even though he couldn't stop thinking about Alex.

"I brought you some actual food, not the utter crap they serve here," Hermione said, setting down her diaper bag and a plate covered up with plastic wrap on Harry's beside table. Then she reached for the plate, unwrapped it and placed it in front of Harry and took Julia. There were eggs, bacon, toast and sausages, and they were all steaming hot. Harry was pretty sure he was hungry and that this was really good, but he couldn't eat. Not when he knew Alex was out there, and probably in someone else's arms.

"Harry?" Hermione asked with gentle concern, noticing he hadn't done anything but poke aimlessly at his eggs. "Are you okay? You seem… preoccupied."

"It's nothing," Harry said, not looking up from his now mutilated omelet.

"You're still thinking about her, aren't you?" Hermione said after a moment. Harry slowly turned to look at her.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Yeah, I am." He let out a frustrated noise and leaned into the back of the bed. "What am I doing? I'm supposed to be happy that's she's probably found someone else! I'm supposed to be happy that I put her before myself!" Harry paused. "But I'm not."

"Harry, it's all great and fancy to be noble," Hermione said after a moment, "but sometimes you have to do what's best for yourself."

He sat there for a second, letting that one soak in. All his life it'd been for other people, he sure didn't kill Voldemort for his own gain. Giving up Alex was for her best interests. Maybe he needed to do something for himself.

Hermione was onto something.

At that moment there was another knock at the door. Harry looked up expectantly, hoping Alex would be there.

Harry's face fell slightly. It wasn't her. It was Dominik.

"Hey," he said.

"Harry," Hermione said, picking up Julia in her carrier and the diaper bag, "I'm going to go change her so I'll be in the bathroom, 'kay?"

Harry nodded and Dominik moved out of the doorway so Hermione could get through with Julia.

It seemed the comfort level dropped dangerously after Hermione left. Dominik shifted his weight from one foot to the other a couple times and looked around and Harry was uncomfortably aware of how awkward the silence was.

"Was that Julia?" Dominik asked, pointing toward the back of him with his thumb.

"Yeah, she's getting pretty big," Harry noted.

"She looks just the pair of them," Dominik said, smiling. Another awkward silence was creeping in.

"How's everything?" Harry asked.

"Pretty good," he said. "Ana's pretty pissed off right now. She caved and bought the twins a golden retriever puppy and it's not entirely housebroken and it barks into all hours of the night. I swear to god, that dog gets one flea and it's going to set her over the edge."

Harry chuckled. He had a mental image of Ana scrubbing dog pee off the carpet and yelling at the dog till she was red in the face.

"Sounds like Ana," Harry said. They passed a moment in silence, but this time it wasn't strained or uncomfortable, it was just two friends enjoying each other's company.

"Sorry I didn't send any flowers," Dominik said, looking at the numerous bouquets lining the room. "They seemed too… girly."

"No problem," Harry laughed. "The scent of these alone is killing me."

Dominik laughed.

"I hear you and Ginny are tying the knot," Harry said grinning. "Congratulations."

"Oh yeah," he said, a goofy, dreamy grin on his face. "We were out to dinner and I'd been carrying the ring around for a month and I suddenly just knew that it was the perfect time. I stopped her in mid-sentence and got down on one knee and asked her to marry me."

"Good for you mate," Harry said. The two of them passed another moment in comfortable silence, before Harry's curiosity got the better of him.

"How's Alex?"

Dominik's eyes immediately jumped up to look Harry in the eye.

"She's..." Dominik said, trying to say something.

"Something the matter?" Harry asked him.

"Actually, yeah," Dominik said, scratching the back of his head. "Listen, Harry, I promised I wouldn't tell you, but I think you deserve to know."

"To know…?" Harry asked slowly, confused. "I deserve to know what?"

"Before I tell you," Dominik said calmly, like a doctor giving a bad prognosis, "You have to promise not to freak out, because she means well—"

"Wait, who? Alex?" Harry said, interrupting him. "Is she okay? What's the matter?"

Dominik looked at him nervously and took a deep breath.

"She's pregnant."

"What?" Harry choked, as the shock and dread started to fill him up. "Who… who's the…"

"You."

A/N: Ooo, cliff-hanger! Joking, anyway hope y'all liked it.

I have the next chapter almost all ready but if you want more, you've gotta review. Of course you can review if you didn't like it too. I can take some criticism.

Okay, read and review PPL! Oh and i'd like to give a shout out to sum nox, my dear friend and primary editor and my other dear friend, who shall remain nameless because she doesn't have an account on this site, for editing this chapter. Much love to you both.

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mmb (mystrymoviebrunette)