It was July 31, a couple of months after the famous Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One, Vanquisher of the Dark Lord and any other title the public has given him against his wishes, has defeated Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, Dark Lord, Slytherin's Heir or Moldyshorts…or something like that. And Harry is currently celebrating his eighteenth birthday at the Burrow. Harry sighed. It was a day of celebration for the Wizarding World. After all, it is their hero's birthday. But Harry Potter knows that the war was in fact a tragedy. Too many people have died. He saw George, the usual laughter and mischief in his eyes replaced by grief. Fred was his twin, his partner, his other half. Without Fred, George was…incomplete, and not just because he lost an ear. He looked over to the corner where Andromeda Tonks is holding his peacefully sleeping godson, knowing that poor Teddy Lupin will grow up without parents. Harry vowed that unlike the Dursleys, he will treat the boy like a proper family and unlike Sirius, he will make sure that he is ever present in his godson's childhood. Thinking of Sirius left him hollow inside. It has been almost three years since his godfather died and he has only known him for a couple of years but the loss still hurt him. After all, Sirius was his father's best friend. He felt a lone tear slide down his cheek.

Everyone stopped talking when the Molly Weasley brought out the Harry's birthday cake. But no one came to blow the candles. No one came to make a wish. And that's when Ginny Weasley sprinted outside followed closely by Hermione and Ron. Ginny knew that Harry still hasn't forgotten the Final Battle and Ginny knew that he blames himself for those deaths. Stupid, noble prat. But then, he was her stupid, noble prat. They found Harry sitting by the pond, lost in thoughts. Knowing Harry, those were probably miserable thoughts. Stupid, noble, miserable prat.

Harry was crying openly by now. Being the one destined to defeat Voldemort left him no time to mourn his losses, but now, he mourned. He mourned for his parents, he mourned for the Marauders, except for one rat, he mourned for Tonks, he mourned for Dumbledore and surprisingly, Snape. He mourned for Tom Marvolo Riddle, not Lord Voldemort but the orphan who was shunned because of his abilities and left to face the world alone. Both of them found their first home at Hogwarts and he felt sympathy and pity towards him. This train of thought was cut off when someone embraced him from behind. He caught the scent of something flowery and he managed to croak out.

"Ginny."

Ginny heard Harry say her name and she looked at tear stained face and smiled.

"It's not your fault Harry. It never was."

Harry gave her a watery smile and stared at her. Harry is confused by his own emotions but he knew that he loved Ginny. He hugged Ginny tightly, and she shrieked in surprise.

Ron was about to interrupt them, possibly to tell them off for showing their affection in front of him but Hermione held him back.

"They need each other Ron, now more than ever."

Ron nodded and allowed Hermione to pull him back to the Burrow. The others are surely worrying and they had to reassure Mrs. Weasley before she called the Aurors to do a search. And Harry being who he is, the whole Wizarding World would probably help.

Harry and Ginny just sat there, finding comfort in each other when a bright flash of blue light came out of nowhere. The next thing Harry knew, he was standing in a wide open area and he could see nothing but…whiteness. He jumped in surprise when he heard a low voice from behind him.

"Welcome, Harry Potter."

Harry turned to see a hooded figure. His cloak is a brilliant blue which reminded him of Albus Dumbledore's eyes. He shoved his hand into his pocket to draw his wand but his wand wasn't there. He stared at the figure.

"Who are you?" The figure chuckled.

"That is not important, child. What is important is your defeat of Lord Voldemort."

Harry was still staring at the figure, which took his silence as a signal to continue.

"Your deed has saved thousands of lives. But yet, you are drowning in misery and despair. Might I ask why?"

Harry thought about it for a second.

"The price was too high." He said shortly, apparently still suspicious of the stranger.

"I see. So, if someone offered you the chance to change everything, you would?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock as the implications of that's question hit him.

"Sweet Merlin, can you do that?" he asked. The figure chuckled.

"Yes, yes I can. But before I do, I must tell you that I am not sweet. Possibly salty if I'm sweating but not sweet. Good luck, Harry Potter."

The figure snapped his fingers, there was another flash of blue light and everything became black.

BOOM! There was a loud noise like a cannon and Harry bolted straight up.

"What the?" he looked around to find Ginny but she was nowhere in sight. He found himself in a rundown wooden shack and by the looks of it, it was raining outside. He was extremely surprised to see Uncle Vernon enter the room with a shotgun in his hands.

"Who's there? I'm warning you, I'm armed!" he bellowed at the door.

"Uncle Vernon? What are you doing here?" As far as Harry knew, he left the Dursleys when he was seventeen. Uncle Vernon was about to respond when the door flew from its hinges. And there, trying to squeeze through the doorway was Rubeus Hagrid. Harry remembered his "dream" and his eyes widened.

"Bloody hell…"