(A/N) It was hard writing this one! I'm reading this book and its in first person, present text. And, obviously, I write in third person and in past tense. So I kept switching back and forth between! It was soo hard!

The IV machine beeped loudly in the room, and outside the sun shown brightly as spring turned to summer. The private room had a great view that sweapt over Conneticuit's busy Hartford, and the trees moved sweetly in the warm air. For what seems like for ever, Harry Potter has been lying in the same cream bed in a coma, and finally, for the first time in a long time, he moves.

With a low groan the room comes into focus, but through teary eyed blinks. What Harry has been dreaming of slips from his mind and is gone for ever, now all he can do is wonder how he got there. It had been months since his last memory, Harry could remember flying backwards from Rory, away from the green light, but then nothing. Harry's body didn't ache, but he had suspected it to, so he wondered how long it has had to recover. He turned his head and took in the sleeping form in a chair beside him.

Her chest moved with her steady, sleeping breaths, and though her blue eyes were shut Harry knew it was his sister. Harry pushed himself up off the bed, and sat up stright. He pushed his finger through his bed hair and smiled at the way his muscles contracted, he felt alive again.

"You're awake!" Rory breathed beside him. Her blue eyes were wide as they observed him, she reached out and rested her hand on his bandaged one.

"Where am I?" asked Harry.

"You're in a hospital," Rory answered. "When we fought Voldemort the sheer force of it exhausted both of us, and you slipped into a coma."

"Is... is he dead?" Harry asked quietly, his heart stopped and sprung to his throat.

"Voldemort is no more, the war is over Harry!" Rory said with a proud face, her eyes twinkled as she looked down at Harry.

"You said the magic exghausted us... were you in a coma?" Harry asked her as his brain whirred into motion, what had been going on since the war? Did anyone die? Was anyone hurt?

"I could tell you, but we need more time." Rory answered mysteriously. She stood up, and deflected any more questions as she reached for her phone. "I'm going to call Ginny, she'll be overjoyed."

"Ginny's ok?" Harry asked happily, and a beaming smile broke across his lips.

"She's fine, living with her parents, and missing you terribly." Rory explained. "She hasn't spoken with you in three months! She'll be overjoyed."

"Three months!" Harry choked. "That's impossible."

"Its not, Harry. The magic exhausted us," The mention of magic seemed to make Rory flinch but she continued like she hadn't reacted. "Your body needed a long time to repair."

Ginny probably answered the phone because Rory suddenly turned around and started shouting down the phone. "Harry's awake! He is awake! I knew you would be!"

Harry just didn't believe it, it had all seemed so ridiculous. He couldn't have missed out on all that time! It was impossible, so much had probably happened. What happened to Draco and Luna? Were all the death eaters captured? Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

He looked over to Rory and saw her talking excitedly into the phone, her back turned and her attention on the conversation. Harry slipped silently out of his covers, and as Rory continued ingorantly, Harry slipped off his blue drawstring pants and matching shirt. He grabbed a pair of black jeans and a red shirt that had been laid on a chest of drawers for him, and then he slipped them on.

Taking his wand from the bed side table, Harry pointed it at the sky. He had to go somewhere, and collect some people that he knew no one else had. For it was he who had sworn to fetch them, and only he would. He stretched out his limbs that felt cramped but eager after having been out of use for so long. And as Rory continued to talk, Harry quietly whispered the name of his destination.

"Dragonfly Inn," he said and he spun out into nothingness.

The birds chirped in the clear blue sky, and Harry felt at peace as they sang a sweet tune above his head. Slowly, he walked across the green grass as it swayed in the soft wind. In the distance Harry could hear the neighing of horses followed by a childish scream that tinkled to a laugh.

"Ron!" Someone called. Harry walked through the trees that surrounded him, picking an apple off a branch as he went. He emerged from the apple orchid to see the homely Dragonfly Inn, the sun shone down on it, making the Inn seem almost heavenly. There was a small table set up under the shade of a distant tree, and in a small bassinet a small bundle of blankets moved around. A woman had her back to Harry as she set out some food out on to the white table.

"Ron, hurry up," she called again, and Harry smiled as he leaned against a tree and bit into the sweet crisp apple. She turned to the bassinet and lifted a baby out, and as it wiggled in her hold it squealed happily.

She looked so much adult then Harry rememberred her, her hair was longer now, and its bushy quality had turned to wavy. She turned so Harry could see her profile, and he saw her familiar pert nose and brown wide eyes. The baby she held had bright red hair on top of its head, and it refused to stay still as she tried to lull it into rest.

From the direction she stared, a man emerged into the light. His hair looked as if it was on fire as he jumped off the horse and landed on the grass. If Harry wasn't so happy to see his old friend, he would laugh at how cheesy it all was.

"There you are!" She said, and Harry could recognise her happy tone. "I was starting to get worried you'd never come home."

"I don't know what Jackson is going on about," the man replied as he tied the horse's reins to the branch of a tree. "Her ankle is fine."

The man looked even taller, and his blue eyes smile as he walked up to her and the baby, and he planted a soft kiss on her forhead before turning to the baby in her arms.

"Hey champ!" the red headed man beamed. "How's my big boy today!"

"He's just full of beans," the woman said as she unloaded the bouncing baby to him.

"Just all those Weasley genes," The man said happily as he raised the giggling baby into the air.

Harry pushed off from the tree and slowly walked toward them, out from the shade of the tree into the hot sunshine. The man was spinning the baby around, but when he faced Harry, he stopped dead.

"Is that you, mate?" Ron Weasley asked in a booming laugh. Harry gave a nod as Hermione turned around to face him. "I can't believe it, Hermione!" Ron said turning to his fiance, Hermione Granger, who was staring at Harry through watery eyes.

She ran to him, throwing down the napkins she was folding to the ground, and wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist. He heard her tears of joy as she burrowed her face as he hugged her tightly. Ron waited patiently in the shade until Hermione finally lowered herself from Harry, wiping her tears from her brown eyes. She grabbed his hand firmly and pulled him towards Ron who hadn't stopped smiling from ear to ear.

"Its been 8 months since we last saw you, Harry!" Hermione said as she brought him to Ron.

Hermione took the baby from Ron's arms and Harry stood and observed his friend, and before either of them could think, their arms were wrapped around each other in a hug. Harry felt tears in his eyes as they drew away from each other.

"Come and sit," Hermione said, as she sat on her seat, the baby bounding in her arms. "Sookie makes too much food for us, she's such a sweetie." Harry and Ron obeyed, and sat down.

"I don't think you've been introduced!" Ron said as he looked proudly to his son. "This is out little boy, Johnathon Weasley, but John for short."

The little baby boy hopped around in his mother's arms, his arms reaching over to Harry.

"Looks like someone wants to say hi," Hermione laughed as she handed John to Harry. John cocked his head as he observed Harry, and Harry saw Hermione's brown eyes but Ron's trademark red hair, and the small boy had both his parents freckles.

Harry struggled to hold the baby, and as Hermione dished out the food, Ron began to ask Harry questions that he didn't have answers too.

"Is the war over?" Ron asked Harry, and Hermione paused mid serve.

Harry gave a nod and Hermione wiped a happy tear from her cheek. "Voldemort is dead, Rory and I killed him."

"Is eveyone ok?" Ron asked him and Harry looked down at John.

"Rory's ok, and so is Ginny," Harry answered quietly.

"What happened to everyone else?" gasped Hermione.

"I was in a coma for three months," Harry answered. "I came here the moment I awoke." He looked up at his two friends, their eyes were wide and the only sound that filoled the air was the wind blowing through the apple trees.

"So you don't know..." Hermione muttered and Harry looked back down, disgraced. "If anything ok."

"Its going to be," Harry said gravely. "I promise you that."