I'm finally continuing it. I'll decide on if I go further depending on the amount of feedback I recieve.

Chapter 4: Unbelievable

Upon seeing the kids, everyone in the room hurriedly wiped their tears and put a very strained smile on their face. Everyone, except Remus. He was so depressed that he didn't even mind letting his old students see him cry for his friends' son. When Hermione and Ginny saw Remus they both rushed to his side to try and find out what was wrong. Ron, however, stood and just eyed everyone else in the room suspiciously.

"What happened?" asked Ron after a long pause. Everyone looked at each other until Molly couldn't take it anymore.

"IT'S HARRY! HE'S DEAD!" she blurted out. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked thunderstruck. They just stared straight ahead of them. It seemed as though everyone in the room had disappeared. They wouldn't acknowledge anyone.

Sparkling tears began to fall down Ginny's cheek as she remembered all the times that she had the chance to make her move on Harry. She had always loved him. Ever since she saw him at the Kings Cross. With his Emerald Green eyes, his messy back hair, and his smile that lights up the whole room. And now, Ginny would never get to tell him how she felt. She was too late.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Her Harry was gone! The Harry she had felt was her brother was gone. No more adventures, no more laughs…and no more Harry. All of this was too much for her. Hermione burst into hysterics as she looked back on all the times she had told Harry that he needed to work and not have fun; all the times that she had put him down.

Ron…well, he was in a mental battle with himself. Half of him wanted to admit that Harry was dead and just burst into tears, but a stronger part told him that Harry was alive and that he needed to stay strong and find him.

"He's not dead…" Ron said abruptly. The others in the room looked down and silently cried. "HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S ALIVE SO WHY ARE YOU ALL CRYING? HARRY, MYBEST FRIEND, IS NOT DEAD!" Ron yelled. With that, Ron stomped off to the room he used to share with his best mate…Harry.

Back at the old house which occupied Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter's corpse was being carried into Voldemort's main room; the one he sits in when he tortures his innocent victims. There was an unusual happiness in the seemingly haunted house. Everyone felt that everything would go back to normal once the idiot boy was dead. They now believed that they had won the everlasting war. Little did they now that young Harry was slowly awakening as they celebrated their so-called victory.

The Order Of Phoenix had a great advantage. They knew what was in the prophecy. Unfortunately for Lord Voldemort, the prophecy states that Harry must be killed by the Dark Lord and only by the Dark Lord or, of course, vise versa. In this situation, Harry was hit by a stray curse that did not come from the wand of Lord Voldemort. In fact, it came from the wand of none other then Lucius Malfoy. Therefore, young Harry was in a type of trance that gave everyone the impression that he was dead. In Harry's mind, he was battling with himself on whether to wake up or to stay in the trance. He knew that there was something going on and if he woke up, he knew that he would probably be murdered, but if he waited until whatever was happening to be over then he'd be okay.

Voldemort looked around the room at his Death Eaters who had assembled in their usual circle. Harry was in the center of everyone. Voldemort allowed a smile to creep up the side of his mouth; he was truly happy, and Harry felt it.

"We are going to win this war. Something tells me that the only thing stopping us was Potter. Now that he's gone we have a clear path to victory. Potter was an asset to Dumbledore and now…we can watch Dumbledore crumble before us," Voldemort said this every slowly for he wanted it to make a big impacted on his 'slaves'.

Harry was trying very hard to listen to his surroundings. He heard something about him, Harry, being out of the way of something and he heard something about Dumbledore crumbling. He hoped beyond hope that that was not true. Harry continued to listen; he heard something about Voldemort sending him, Harry, to Dumbledore. That gave Harry hope. If he could stay immobile until Voldemort sent him away then he'll be safe.

What seemed like hours later, Harry felt a jerk and the dusty, wood floor below him was soon replaced by a not so clean tile. Harry then heard a lot of commotion. Someone's arms wrapped around him and began to squeeze. Harry felt their tears so he knew that he must have left Voldemort's layer.

At Grimmald Place, Remus, Hermione, Ginny, and the rest of the Order were mourning in the kitchen after Ron had left. They were all trying to tell themselves that Harry was in a better place but it wasn't working for any of them least of all Remus. Darkness was beginning to consume him as the worst of the situation continued to sink in. 'I'll never see Harry, Sirius, James, or Lily again… Why am I so cursed when it comes to the people I love? Everyone around me dies! Now I know exactly how Harry must have felt…I should have noticed how distressed he was earlier, he needed me and I wasn't there for him. And now, he's gone…' Remus mused.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a body appeared on the floor right next to Remus. It was a teenager with messy, black hair. HARRY! Everyone in the room scrambled over to him in a big hurry but Remus got there first. He hugged Harry as he cried for his life. Remus was prying that Harry would wake from his endless slumber.

Ginny watched as Remus cried over Harry's body, sadness continued to overcome her. Tears trickled down everyone's face…everyone's…except for Ginny's. Something inside Ginny was telling her that something weird was going on.

Ginny's weird feeling was confirmed once she saw Harry's eyes flicker open. Ginny just stared at him as he gasped for breath…She was in shock. Everyone in the room went silent except for Remus who was still sobbing over Harry. He must not have realized that his best friends' son was alive and hopefully well.

Remus felt Harry's chest begin to inflate and deflate. Remus stopped…he looked up at Harry's face to see a smile on his face. This force Remus to cry even harder for now he believed himself to be going crazy with his terrible loss. Dumbledore realized this and went to Remus' side.

"Remus…Harry's alive. Everything is going to be okay…You didn't loose him…He's right here," Dumbledore reassured him with that usual twinkle in his eyes.

"It's okay, Remus! We're okay," Harry said with much difficulty. His chest hurt from the fall. He was aching all over. Harry's muscles wanted to scream in agony thanks to that Avada Kedevra.

Remus seemed to be at loss of words. But in his eyes, Harry knew that believed him.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Asked Dumbledore as he eyed Harry. Harry stared up into those light blue eyes; he really didn't want to talk about it but he knew that this is going to be exactly like the graveyard situation. Dumbledore'll press the subject until Harry is force to tell the recent events in full detail.

Harry looked around at everyone in the room, sighed, and then prepared for a long explanation. Right as he opened his mouth to begin, he noticed that his best mate was missing from the room.

"Where's Ron? I only want to tell this story once so I need everyone to be here," Said Harry. Ginny left the dingy room right away to go and get Ron. There was a moment of silence as Ginny went up the stairs. During this time, Harry traveled through his thoughts. All of a sudden, he realized what a huge mistake he was about to make. By explaining what happened, he'll be revealing the contents of the prophecy. He frantically began searching for an explanation that didn't portray what's in the prophecy. At last, he came up with something along the lines of, "I'm immune to the curse unless it's from Voldemort because all others aren't strong enough." Later, however, he'll tell Dumbledore what really went on.