Chapter 4: Coming Back

Er-hello. Didn't mean to intrude." said Harry, looking confused.

Ron just stood where he was in pure horror. All he kept thinking was 'How is this possible?'

Hermione decided to break the silence. "Welcome back, Harry."

Hermione walked up to Harry and hugged him.

Harry hugged her back. Harry felt that he wasn't really hugging Hermione, it felt as if he was hugging a piece of furniture or something.

When they pulled apart, Harry saw a tear fall down from Hermione's cheek.

"Hermione, there's no need to cry. I'm back now, everything's okay. I killed Voldemort." said Harry.

"Harry, we know Voldemort is dead." Hermione told him.

Harry laughed. "I guess the news is traveling fast, huh?"

Finally, Ron decided to speak. "Harry, we've known about You-Know-Who being dead for a long time."

"What are you talking about, I just killed him! How is it possible that you've known for a long time? And how did you know without me telling you?" Harry asked, beginning to think that something was wrong.

Hermione gasped. "Ron, he doesn't know."

"What do you mean I don't know? What do I not know?" Harry asked, thinking that he was pretty sure that something was really wrong.

Hermione touched Harry's shoulder in a comforting way. "Harry, you should sit down."

"NO I WILL NOT SIT DOWN UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" Harry shouted at the top of the voice.

Suddenly, the door to the room where they were standing in opened. On the other side out of the door was Mrs. Weasley.

As soon as she opened the door and saw Harry, she screamed. Now Harry was really concerned. Mrs. Weasley would never scream at the sight of Harry.

"Harry is that you, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked him. She had her hand over her mouth.

Harry nodded. "Yes Mrs. Weasley, its me."

"Oh dear." said Mrs. Weasley, sounding concerned.

"Mum, he just came about ten minutes before you walked in." said Ron.

Mrs. Weasley still had her hand over her mouth when she whispered, "Get your father. He'll know what to do."

Ron apparated out of the room, and to the Ministry of Magic.

Harry looked at Hermione and Mrs. Weasley. And then said, sounding scared, "Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, what's going on?"

"Just wait a few more minutes, dear- until Arthur arrives." said Mrs. Weasley.

It was only about one minute or so later when Ron, Mr. Weasley, and Rufus Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic arrived at The Burrow.

Both Mr. Weasley and Scrimgeour gasped at the sight of Harry. Then Mr. Weasley said to Mrs. Weasley, "Is that really him, Molly?"

Molly nodded.

Harry had had enough, he stormed out of the room and walked to Ginny's bedroom. He demanded answers and he knew Ginny would give them to him.

When he arrived at Ginny's door, he knocked.

Ginny's voice from the other side of the door said, "Go away."

Harry didn't listen to her. He opened her door slowly.

Ginny was sitting on her bed. Her face was in her pillow. She said into the pillow, "I told you to go away, why don't you listen to me?"

She got her face out of the pillow. She saw Harry standing there. Her jaw dropped. She knew she must have been dreaming. It was not possible that Harry was standing in her bedroom.

She got off her bed and walked over to Harry. She walked up to him and touched his face. She couldn't believe that she was touching Harry. This only happened in her dreams.

Ginny removed her hand from Harry's face. She was crying.

"How is this possible," she asked him, "You're dead."

Harry's facial expression changed very much. "What are you talking about, Ginny?"

Ginny whispered to Harry, "Harry, you've been dead, well technically missing for the past two years."

Harry gasped. He felt as if he could faint. Two years? TWO YEARS? Those two words kept ringing through Harry's mind. He felt as if he could faint.

Ginny said to Harry, "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry didn't say anything. He just stood where he was.

Ginny gasped. "No Harry, please tell me you're okay," She started shaking Harry, "Harry, I can't lose you again!"

Tears were falling down her face as if it was a waterfall.

Once Harry saw that Ginny was crying, he snapped back to his regular self. "Ginny, please don't cry."

Ginny was so happy to hear Harry speaking again.

She hugged him. As they pulled apart from the hug, Harry kissed her. It was a passionate kiss. Ginny never imagined that she would be kissing Harry again. It was so nice. She was back with the love of her life. But then suddenly in mid-kiss she stopped. She had just remembered that she was engaged to Dean Thomas.

She pulled away from Harry and walked over to her bed and sat down. Nothing was fair to her at the moment. Harry was back, but she was engaged to Dean.

Harry walked over to Ginny and sat down next to her. "Why did you stop kissing me?"

Ginny sighed. "Harry, so many things have changed in the past two years. It's so hard to explain."

"I have all the time in the world for you to explain to me."

So, Ginny slowly began to tell Harry everything. Starting with not knowing about whether he or Voldemort had been dead for a few months. And then she told him about his funeral. And then finally, she ended with her engagement to Dean Thomas.

After Ginny was done, Harry just sat where he was, staring into space. All he kept thinking was two things. Number one, Where the hell have I been the past two years? Number two, Ginny's engaged to Dean Thomas.

"Harry, if you don't ever want to speak to me again because I'm engaged to Dean Thomas, I completely understand. But please don't be mad at Dean. He was very hesitant about us dating again in the first place. He wasn't sure if I was over you or not, but I was. Harry, I needed to move on. And I do not regret doing it." Ginny told Harry.

Harry got off Ginny's bed. "So you're saying that you don't love me anymore?" Harry asked Ginny.

"I did not say that." said Ginny.

"How could you so easily move on with my death? If you had died, I would have waited years until I found someone. And even then, I would have never been able to find your replacement. Because I could never replace you." said Harry.

Ginny started crying again. She hated how often she cried. "Harry, I did not replace you. I got over you. There's a difference."

"No, there's not Ginny." he replied, and then left her bedroom and shut her door.

He was so angry. Everything was so different. He began to wish he had never come back. Part of him wished that he still missing, or dead.