Here it is...the last chapter...hope I wrote it how I want because at midnight I am going to come up with something amazing and this is already published...but here it goes. Perhaps one day I will finish Upon a Winter Morning in the future as well, but who knows!

Harry tried to open his eyes at the chaos happening around him, but his eyelids had become horribly heavy, and any light he could see pierced painfully. After a few minutes, he was becoming more aware of what he heard, and shame hit his heart immediately. Even through his fog, Harry could feel his body suspended in someone's arms who he knew to be familiar. The touch of the other was comforting, but tense. The last person Harry knew nothing of.

"Hurry, please," Arthur shouted. "He needs help!"

Harry felt himself be dropped onto a stretcher and grimaced over more painful voices clamoring. The soft hand gave him a squeeze, and then it was gone.

"Ginny…" he whispered, but he could not say anything else. She was not there. Harry tried to find her, but a firm grip straightened him back. He almost panicked, but as soon as a flare up of heat and nausea crossed his body in a wave, Harry knew instantly all would disappear. And it had.

There were dreams of himself at the age of 12, running through the grass at The Burrow with Ron. The pair of them were so happy, free, and the wizarding world had still amazed him as he saw Mrs. Weasley's tea kettle through the window pouring a cup a tea all by itself. What ached Harry the most in the dream, was the innocence he still had. Although burdened by the Dursley's and the previous school year, he was relatively whole, and the world had forgotten about evil in that moment. The discomfort of his current reality drew a tense darkness within his dream. The laughing turned into moans.

"Harry," came a soft voice. "You're just dreaming, wake up." Hands rubbed his chest gently, and he calmed down.

"I'll get the Mediwitch," someone with a deep voice said.

Harry opened his eyes, squinting tiredly, and he could see Ginny sitting beside the bed, beautiful as ever. They were alone in the room, and he immediately realized that he had done something extremely stupid.

"I didn't mean-"

She cut him off. "It doesn't matter. It happened." He could see tears filling her angry eyes. "It hurts, what you did. Don't you understand that?"

Harry himself felt the tightening of this throat. "I said that wasn't my plan. I was desperate, terrified, panicked, everything. I couldn't handle it." She wasn't saying a word, and he grabbed her hand. "I did not want to kill myself. I planned on numbing myself until I felt nothing."

Ginny did not pull her hand away, and he was thankful. She tried to speak but had to clear her voice. "What was all that stuff? There were so many bags with drugs in them, and we could not help the Mediwitches by telling them what you took. I was afraid we were going to lose you again."

Before Harry could speak, Arthur, Ron and Hermione walked inside the room, followed by a very responsive nurse.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter! Do you have any pain? Feel any nausea? Nose bleeds?"

Harry responded, miserably at the sight of everyone he knew. "My stomach burns and some nausea. Sort of dizzy."

"I will brew a potion right away, sit tight." The woman came to check his vitals with a wave and rushed off with the results. She left the room very quiet and uncomfortable. Harry didn't want to look at anyone.

Ginny started. "So, Harry says that wasn't his intent, he was just attempting to numb his emotions."

Ron snorted, appearing very hurt. Hermione hushed him.

"So, who found me?" he asked.

"Kreacher did," Arthur responded quietly. "He found you seizing on the floor and raced to get help. By the time we got to the room, you were already gone."

"I was speaking to my Mum," Harry said flatly. Everyone appeared confused. "I was speaking to her, and I felt someone hit my chest."

Hermione nodded. "I was with Ginny and before either of us could get to you, Mr. Weasley was already trying to bring you back."

Harry lowered his eyes in shame. The whole conversation was horribly awkward. "I was begging my Mum to take me with her. I was done trying, and I just wanted nothing else but to be free of it all. I wished to be with everyone who had died. She wouldn't let me."

Harry could see Ron tense his body and glare even harder, but Hermione wiped away a tear and nodded. "We understand, Harry. About everything that happened the other day."

He then realized how long he had been out. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "I took your phone. Sara ended up calling and we told each other everything that had happened. I'm so sorry about Mr. Birch!"

Harry's chest seized with panic. "You TOLD her?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SAY? YOU'RE ON HOLIDAY?"

The sudden lash from Ron forced Harry suppress the hot tears lining his eyes. He glared back.

"Ron, enough!" Arthur hushed.

Hermione ignored them. "Look, Harry, Sara wanted me to tell you that Danny was found."

"Is he okay?" His insides squirmed, thinking of how he already lost his therapist.

Hermione smiled. "Just fine. He had attempted to find work outside of London and his phone fell into the metro track. Smashed to pieces. That's all! He's got a new one now."

Harry sighed in relief, almost laughing. "Oh, he really is going to get it."

"But we are sorry about Birch, Harry," said Ginny, reaching for his hand. "It's truly awful. He was such a support for you."

Harry could feel the depression sink back in, and the tears he forced away were now back. "Damn it!" he thought in his head, embarrassed. "I can't replace him, no one can. But I think I depended on him too much, and when he was gone-so was my hope. But it's different now…"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Is it now?"

Harry ignored him. "When I was talking to my Mum, she said that all the help I ever wanted was with friends. I can say that for awhile I have failed to do that, and I think it is time to do it."

Arthur smiled. "Well, first things first-you are moving back into our home until Molly sees fit. You are attending everything you need, and doing whatever you need to do in order to not have something like this happen again. Yes?"

Arthur received a nod from Harry.

Ginny had a pained expression. "You know Mum was out of her mind. St. Mungos refuses to let her visit. I'd say you're in for it when you get out."

"She will love me, then hate me, won't she?"

Just then, the same Mediwitch scurried in, handing over a very blue liquid. "You will be let out as soon as you feel the effects of the potion. I will lead you down to the exit."

Ginny squeezed his hand excitedly, and he was happy to see her eyes dance with joy. He went back to the memory of his dream...and for a moment, he felt that freedom again. Perhaps all too soon he will be running through The Burrow, pain free and alive. In all of life's hardships, Harry truly began to understand that family was not just the misery of the Dursley's or retired in death. It was staring him in the face for years. It was if a switch flicked inside his head...it all made sense. He came to terms with all Mr. Birch had taught him. For once in a long while, he was ready to move on with those he loved by his side, as they always had been. Harry thought of his Mother, as beautiful and pure as he had always imagined her to be. One day he would return to her-But not now.

Harry caught a glance at himself in the mirror against the wall, where his eyes rested on the lightning bolt scar on his forehead- The scar that had labeled him for his entire life. The memory of Birch speaking about scars came to mind immediately, and that was one he could never find a new memory for. With almost a smile, Harry said to himself, "Just Harry", and finally set it to rest.