A/N: After much deliberation, I decided to write an epilogue for the fic in which Harry does NOT die! It's an addition, really, the story runs fine with or without this chapter:)

Harry blinked. There was white everywhere and it was surprisingly quiet.

I must be in heaven, he thought, I've really died and gone to heaven this time. Harry had a sudden vision of himself growing angel wings, flapping about playing on a harp, and was rather disgusted.

"Oh Harry, you've come to! "

A voice came floating in from far away and Ginny's face appeared above him. His visions of turning into an angel disappeared as suddenly as they had come and were replaced by the desire to reach up and kiss her on the lips.

"Ginny? why are you here? Did he shoot you too? " Harry appeared to be concerned, but deep inside, he thought of spending eternity with her brightened his mood considerably.

"I think you've got a concussion. Strange, they didn't detect that just now. Lie down, Harry and don't move while I go get the Healers." Ginny gave him a pat on the head and pulled the covers up around him before disappearing out of his field of vision altogether.

Moments later, Ginny reappeared with a doctor beside her. A doctor who looked suspiciously like... the bearded bartender.

"You!" Harry spluttered.

"Bartending's only me part time job, m'boy! I'm usually a Healer at St. Mungo's."

"Right, and you're going to tell me you're actually Hagrid with a medical degree."

" You're almost right there, m'boy. Hagrid's me first cousin twice removed!" The bearded bartender smiled widely at Harry.

Harry gaped in amazement. He never knew Hagrid had a Healer cousin. In fact, despite having known Hagrid for close to twenty years now, he hadn't ever heard of Hagrid having ANY cousins at all.

"Don't open and close your mouth like a goldfish, m'boy, the Nargles will get in there! And yer don't want Nargles in yer, not when we've got yer all nicely patched up!" said Hagrid 's Healer cousin, giving Harry's hair a gentle ruffle.

"I don't think he's got a concussion, Miss Weasley, he's just a tad confused now. Why don't we get Mister Dumbledore to make things a lil' clearer to him, and I daresay he'll be right as rain! " The Healer propped Harry up on a stack of fluffy pillows and left the room, returning with a large gilt framed portrait of Dumbledore, which he placed in Harry's arms.

"Hello, Harry." Dumbledore looked as if he hadn't aged a single day since they last met. In fact, with a large purple and gold hat perched jauntily on his head and purple highlights in his beard, he looked a century younger.

"Professor? Why are you dressed like that? "

"Dead people have to keep up with the times too, Harry! I can't have people looking at my portrait and saying what an old fashioned codger I am! I know your head's probably overflowing with questions, but don't worry, I'm not going to let them go unanswered. Feel free to yell at me any time you want, but try not to wake up the other patients. Our old friend Gilderoy Lockhart's just next door, you might want to pay him a visit when you've got your bandages off."

"Yell at you? I…I wouldn't do that, Professor! You're the Headmaster after all…."

Dumbledore twirled his purple streaked beard thoughtfully as he seemed to ponder Harry's response. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.

" Firstly, the one thing you must be dying to know - Where's Voldemort? He's been captured by the Muggle police, they are extremely efficient, even without Floo and Apparition, I must say. Unfortunately, I was just informed minutes ago that's he's been released on bail, so his whereabouts remain unknown for now."

Dumbledore took a swig of wine from the glass that had somehow appeared in his hand, before continuing.

"Secondly, you must want to know why Hagrid's cousin has been befriending you all these years. The reason behind that is because I made him do that. Surely you didn't think I was going to let you wander off into the Muggle world all by yourself, Harry? You were a grown up, but an impulsive and hot-headed one. I couldn't possible allow you, the Chosen One, to go off wreaking havoc amongst the Muggles! So I sent Hagrid's cousin off to look after you and make sure you were doing alright…"

"You SPIED on me?! Stalker! " Harry yelled. Why did everyone want to follow him wherever he went?

" Temper, Harry, temper. You just got four ribs repaired and a new liver put in, you don't want to be shouting around like that. Goodness, you were always fond of yelling and shouting back in Hogwarts, I can't believe you're still the same now. I still remember that time when you broke all the instruments in my office in a fit of rage. Oh, those were the days! " Dumbledore chuckled merrily to himself, oblivious to Harry's thunderous expression.

Harry had never felt so cheated all his life. He thought he'd successfully cut off all ties with wizards and magic, but Dumbledore had been keeping an eye on him all along. He couldn't even escape the scrutiny of a dead man! Harry felt like digging a hole in the ground and leaping into it and disappearing forever.

"You…how can you do this to me? All I wanted was a new life!" Harry howled in misery as he resisted the sudden urge to punch his fist through the portrait. Why was everyone so intent on following him everywhere?

"Come back to the wizarding world, Harry. If you can't beat us, why not join us?" Ginny said quietly from his bedside, "Look, I even got you a new wand."

Sure enough, there on her outstretched hand, was a new wand, almost identical to his old one.

"Eleven inches, holly, dragon heartstring core."

Harry picked up the wand cautiously, and was suddenly reminded of his experience in Ollivander's wand shop all those years ago. Sure enough, he felt that familiar tingling sensation as he closed his fingers around the wand, and something told him that this wand had been made for him.

"Do you want me to?" Looking into Ginny's eyes, now warm and reassuring, Harry realised that he had already made the decision long before he asked that question. He gazed at her, taking in every detail of her face while he could, waiting for the answer.

"I love you."

Dumbledore's portrait tumbled backwards and fell face down onto the floor as Harry pulled Ginny into his arms. There was no turning back now. Everything was going to change, but everything was going to be fine.

"I love you too."

-END-

A/N 2: In case anyone was wondering, Harry's new wand is the same as his old wand, but it has a dragon heartstring core like Ginny's, instead of the phoenix feather one.