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Harry awoke dully to someone shining a bright light onto him.

"There's no way in bloody hell!" said an oddly familiar voice, but Harry was to groggy with sleep and he had received no food the previous day that his brain seemed unable to think properly.

"Hurry! Let's pick him up! He doesn't look very good..." said another person anxiously out of the dark and Harry was dimly aware of someone lifting him up onto something that felt like a cool sheet hung in mid – air.

Even though Harry's mind was telling him to question these intruders his body couldn't react and he felt strangely at ease.

"Well, Chelsea, if you were locked up in a dungeon by a bunch of wigged out Death Eater's for two years I doubt you'd look any better... Me... I'm just glad and - I admit it – surprised he's alive...just wait -" said one person shakily.

Harry could only here a mere echo of his voice, but it was so familiar... So oddly familiar.

"Right Ron..." said someone to his left. "Oh no, we better hurry him to St. Mungo's! I think he's starting to drift!"

And they were right all Harry could see now was a swirl of mixed colors dancing around him like falling leaves and then the whirling stopped and he saw no more.

"Mmm..." Harry mumbled faintly opening his eyes to the soft white light filtering into the room.

He now was fully awake and he felt better - A lot better and he was sitting in what appeared to be a hospital bed.

The walls were a light blue and he had a window with a table by it, on top sat a bunch of flowers.

He felt the night stand for his glasses and found they were there by a half – full glass of water.

Am I in St. Mungo's? Harry wondered after putting on his glasses. Who- what happened?

He was very confused and startled as if he was in a weird dream-like world.

Then the door opened and what appeared to be a female Healer with a clean, white uniform came in, a pleasant smile on her face and her blond hair up in a tight bun.

"Ah! Mr. Potter, I see you're up!" she announced happily. "Gave the Aurors quite a scare passing out like that but no worries, you're fine!"

Aurors?

There was a faint and somehow nervous knock on the door and the witch hurried over and answered it.

Harry could hear a bit of what they were saying...

"Oh no, he's just woke up Mr. Weasley, I'm not sure if he's up to any visitors right now." the Healer said.

Mr. Weasley! Ron!

"Ron!" Harry shouted with panic piercing his voice. He's been kept from his friends for two years and he was not waiting any longer cause someone thought he 'wasn't up to it'.

The witch looked worriedly back at Harry and let in the last Weasley boy with a grim expression.

Harry looked Ron over.

He had gotten very tall, but he still had his mane of red hair, though it was tastefully shaggy now.

His expression was anxious and excited all at once and he wore the same stupid, lopsided grin he always had as he moved closer to Harry.

But something was different he had a certain confidence that wasn't there before.

Harry wasn't sure what to say. It all felt so surreal, but he knew he wasn't dreaming, no, he couldn't be.

It was just to good to be true.

"Harry." Ron whispered happily giving him a reassuring grin.

"Ron, you don't know how great it is to see you again!" Harry spoke with a bit of a shaky voice, it had been so long since he last spoke; With the Death Eaters it had always been silence or beatings.

Ron's grin faded and he bowed his head deep in thought, placing his face in his hands.

"Wha - what's wrong?" Harry asked in alarm.

Ron looked up and Harry saw tears shining on his face.

"It's just – everyone thought you were dead Harry, until last night," Ron replied with a grimace. "You simply showed up at Hogwart's, defeated Voldemort, and the Lucius came and dissaperated with you."

"But I was fine, I was okay." Harry explained hastily to him.

"Yes, but no one could be sure, all the Aurors said that there was no way they'd let you live, but I wouldn't accept it," Ron said staring him hard in the face. "Then after a year passed I lost hope we lost hope."

"I lost hope in ever seeing you and everyone again to." Harry admitted, swallowing a hard lump in his throat.

Ron looked sympathetically at him. "Then I saw you lying in that room, it was the most terrible, but amazing thing I've ever seen in my life -" he said.

"Wait! You were one of the Aurors who rescued me?" Harry asked, stunned.

"Yes, after you disappeared I vowed myself I'd do anything I could to find anything about you." Ron whispered unable to meet Harry's gaze.

Harry looked down to, amazed. Ron never gave up on him even when he lost hope.

"Thanks Ron." Harry said reaching over and patting his best friend on the back.

Ron looked up and smiled warmly.

"Great to have you back Harry." He said getting up and hugging Harry like a brother.

"Where's every one else?" Harry asked, butterflies in his stomach he was so nervous and excited to see every one else, including Ginny.

"Hermione should be stopping by as soon as lunch gets over at school and the rest of the family should be around in another half hour." Ron said looking anxious.

"Where's Hermione working?" Harry asked curiously.

"Hogwarts, Muggle studies." Ron beamed and Harry let out a chuckle.

"So are you two ya know?" Harry asked trying to imply his question.

Ron smiled.

"Yeah, we are. We share an apartment not to far from here." He answered smiling widely.

"Always knew you would." Harry admitted, smiling at his best mate.

"Yeah," said Ron. "She's amazing."

Harry smiled, but a question was burning inside his heart.

Ginny. How's Ginny? What's she doing? Is she okay? Has she forgotten about me?

He swallowed hard.

"How's Ginny?" Harry asked nervously.

Ron paled slightly and gave Harry a slight frown that sank Harry's heart enormously.

"Harry, I don't know if I'm the person to tell you," Ron explained. "I think you should talk to Ginny first."

Harry frowned and had to fight back tears of disappointment.

"But she's fine?" he asked with an air of worry.

"Yes, she's fine." Ron assured him.

Just then the door opened and the Mr. And Mrs. Weasley stepped into the room.

Next We find out what Fred and George have been up to, we see Hermione's new and improved look, and we find out what Ginny's been doing.