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Harry's POV

I woke up in a cold room with candles lining the stone walls. It was empty except for three chairs in a semi-circle around the cot I was laying in. 'Creepy.' I thought. I heard a door open a looked around to see a woman I recognized immediately as Amelia Bones.

"Ah, I see you are awake. Please drink this, it's Veriteserum." she handed me a vile with clear liquid in it, and when I drank it, my mind became oddly fuzzy, and all of the other thoughts in my head were immediately cleared.

"Can you hear me?" she questioned.

"Yes." I heard myself answering in a strange voice that didn't sound at all like my own.

She nodded, "O.K., then, I'm going to send three other people to question you." I nodded.

She left the room and I could hear voices outside and once more the door opened and three people that I vaguely recognized walked in and sat down in the chairs.

One of the girls with bushy brown hair started firing random questions at me immediately. When she was done, she sat back against in her chair with a slightly disappointed look across her face. The boy with red hair stood up so he was standing

in-front of me, looked at me and said, "If you really are Harry, this will be an easy question for you, state the prophesy word-for-word that said that you have to be the one who kills You-Know-Who."

I cleared my throat and recited:

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Ron just sat back down in his chair, "Well I'm convinced."

It was the other girls turn. She stood up and sat beside me on the bed. She looked at me with eyes filled with determination and hope and her question was so soft I barely heard it.

"When and where did you propose to me?"

The other girl gasped and the boy sat so stiff he looked like he would never move again. I just looked at her and said in that voice that I was sure wasn't mine, "On your birthday, March 18, in a Greek muggle restaurant down the road from my old apartment."

The smile that lit up her face was so large it looked like she hadn't smiled in years. There was delight dancing in her eyes and she looked like someone had just announced that from now on, every day was going to be Christmas.

The other girl tapped her on the shoulder and asked her questions but I didn't hear them, I was too busy staring at the red-haired girl. 'She looks so familiar." I thought, concentrating hard, but nothing came to mind. I gave up and started looking at the other people in the room. The Veriteserum was started to wear off and my mind was becoming less fuzzy. I looked at the brown-haired girl and immediately I recognized her.

"Hermione?" I whispered. She looked like she was about to cry, but she nodded and I tried my hardest to stand up. I was still so weak from all the traveling I had done but I managed to push my self of the bed after a while. I pulled her into a hug. The Veriteserum had fully worn off, and was now talking normally.

She pulled back and stepped out of the way so I could see Ron when I walked towards him he just looked like he didn't know what to do, so he settled on awkwardly holding out his hand for me to shake. I grinned to myself, same old Ron. I reach out and grabbed his hand but instead of shaking it I pulled him into me so I could hug him properly.

"You haven't seen me in four years and you want me to shake your hand? I'm your best mate!" Ron pulled away looking like his face would crack in half if he smiled any wider. Even though his eyes were glinting with happiness, there was also a disgusted look in them.

"You stink!"

'Well, it could've been worse,' I thought wryly to myself, 'he could've told me that I had a huge glob of snot dripping down my face, or something gross like that.'

"Hello to you to." I said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "You try to go four years with out a shower and see how you smell afterwards!" Ron just grinned toothily at me.

I noticed Hermione looking over my shoulder at someone or something that was there. Her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed Ron's sleeve and dragged him out of the room. Literally. When they were out of the room Hermione abruptly snapped the door closed, leaving me standing there with a surprised look on my face.

Before I could stop my self, I said in another sarcastic voice, "Well that was a nice good bye." I had been trying to rid myself of the habit of talking to myself. I had been locked in this God forsaken room for what seemed like hours on end, and every time I started talking to my self, I would hear mutters from out side the door. They were probably people listening in to see if it was really Harry Potter locked in side this room. I tried to stop talking so people wouldn't think I was some kind of crazy lunatic.

I heard a small giggle from behind me and spun my head around to see none other than Ginny Weasley standing there. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered, with her auburn hair tied back and her chocolate brown eyes containing irrepressible happiness, but I could also detect a small glint of fear in eyes, and I have absolutely no idea why.

"Ginny." I said quietly, turning my body the rest of the way around to face me and immediately she started interrogating me. Some of the questions she asked I could hardly answer, seeing as I didn't know the answer to them. When she wanted me to explain what happened when Voldemort's Death Eaters captured me, she started tearing up terribly. And started almost sobbing when I showed my scars from the endless torture he made me endure. She also made me realize my stupidity when she told that instead of just living of rotten berries, I could've just conjured up some food with my newly found wand.

I had been slowly advancing on her the entire time I was talking and when I was finished, I found myself only about a foot away from her.

She looked up at me and said quietly, "I missed you."

"I missed you to." I murmured in response. I found myself blissfully happy for the next few minutes. Everything was as I remembered it. The way her arms wrapped securely around my neck, and the way she had that unique flowery smell wafting through the air around her.

And then, of course, Ron walked in.

"Hey, can we come in yet?" He looked around and when he saw us, he immediately turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him. We quickly, but reluctantly, pulled apart.

"You know what's weird and a little rude," said Ginny glaring at the door as she stepped back from me, "when ever he asks if he can come into a room, he's already half way into it."

"Well, there's Ron for you. He definitely hasn't changed since the last time I saw him." I replied with a grin.

We heard Ron and Hermione talking outside the door and a few seconds later, the door opened again and Hermione's head poked through the open space. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when she saw us. We heard Ron say quietly to Hermione's back from outside the door, "Is it safe to go in yet?"

Hermione just rolled her eyes and walked the rest of the way into the room, "It was never dangerous in the first place."

Ron reluctantly followed Hermione in to the room with a slightly disgusted look on his face and flopped down on the bed.

Hermione just rolled her eyes again and said, "well, the rest of the Weasleys will want to be seeing Harry, but I doubt they will enjoy the reunion as much as Ginny did."

A small blush crept into Ginny's face and the disgusted look on Ron's grew worse. "We can drop Harry and Ginny off at the Burrow and then we can go home." Hermione continued to Ron.

"Wait a minute!" I cut in quickly before Hermione could continue, "Did you just say to Ron 'then we can go home'? Does that mean that you two finally got married?"

This time it was Ron who answered, "Yep." He said proudly from his spot on the bed. "For about 2 and a half years now, mate." He continued with a bit of a sad note in his voice.

I put on a half-smile, "Congratulations, you guys." I was kind of disappointed though, if there was one thing I wanted to see, it would have definitely been my two best friends- who both seemed to have liked each other for years but had never admitted to it- getting married.

"Well, we better get going." Said Hermione, pulling Ron up from the bed and out the door. We distinctly heard him complain, "Why is it that whenever I leave this room, you're always the one pulling me and it's never with my own free will?"

I smiled at Ginny and followed her and the others out the door.

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