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When Harry woke up, he found himself laying in a large bed with blankets that seemed to swallow him whole. After locating his glasses and putting them on, he inspected the room taking immediate notice of the pale wood that seemed to make up everything in it.

Getting out of the bed, Harry looked down, confused as to why he was currently clad in his bare skin. Looking around for his clothes, Harry spotted a small pile of green robes. Picking them up, he realized that they were meant for him, and he proceeded to put them on, with the thoughts that someone had removed his clothing without his knowledge.

Looking into a mirror, Harry inspected himself. The pants lain out for him were a light brown, the shirt a light, leafy green. His robes were really nice, and would pass for dress robs easily. They were the purest of emerald, with a darker green inlay of vines running over them. The inlay was constantly moving, giving the illusion that the vine was growing.

After making sure that everything looked alright, Harry opened the door leading out of the room, and preceded to explore this new place.

Soon, he found himself out in a square courtyard. There were four magnificent trees in each of the corners, and a huge fountain stood in the middle. There were four angels, wings outstretched, their hands raised up as they all supported a brilliant sapphire. Water poured from their mouths and from hidden points in their wings.

"Wow," whispered Harry, afraid that is he spoke much louder that he would break the purity of this place.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" said a familiar voice from behind him.

Whipping around, Harry came face to face with the same lady from the pensieve room.

"Who are you?" asked Harry, nervously.

"I did not tell you my name. I am Lyana, and you are here to fulfill your destiny and to accept your genetic inheritance."

"The Avatar thing?" asked Harry, confused.

"Yes Harry. You are the last of a race of nearly all-powerful beings. But your growth is stunted, we need to break apart the blocks on your magic. I will need to train you for a decade."

"A decade," yelped Harry. "You don't understand, I've got to get back so I can defeat Voldemort."

"Yes, but without help, he will kill you, and he and Morgan Le Fay and her son Mordred will take over," replied Lyana, patiently. "Do not despair, in this realm time runs differently. For every decade spent here, a year passes in the mortal realm. And I shall make it to were you will not age past one year. Everything will be fine, let us break our fast then we shall make your schedules."

(Ten years later, One year earth time)

Over the past ten years in Avalon, he learned the name of the place soon from Lyana, Harry had trained hard with Lyana, breaking down his old barriers and expanding his magic to its unlimited potential. Over this decade, Harry had learned Transfiguration, Charms, Magical Creatures, Potions, History of both the magical and non magical worlds, Ancient Runes, Arithmacy, Divination, Defense Against Dark Arts, and Herbology, as well as physical combat, dueling, wand making, Chemistry, Biology, Physics, all forms of math, he learned every language ever spoken, spell creation, and his favorite Bio-magic.

With the buffer on his growth, Harry hadn't aged ten years, but his appearance was still different. His raven black hair was now just longer than shoulder length and seemed to fall into place perfectly at all times of the day. Due to the constant magic use, and his affinity to the various elements, his hair now had streaks of emerald, silver and red. He had grown to 6'1''and had the build of a swimmer. He had ditched his glasses long ago and with alterations to his genetic structure through the use of Bio-magic, he had perfect vision and could see magic perfectly. He no longer used a wand and could control magic in any form, along with any element.

On the exact day of the ten years, Lyana came to Harry in his bedroom.

"Harry, today you must go back to the mortal realm"

"Today?" asked Harry.

"Yes, you have learned all I can possibly teach you, you now hold your own destiny in your hands. Know this, if eternity's unending passage grows weary on your mind, you always have a home here," kissing him gently on the forehead, Lyana sent him back from hence he came.

After the white light cleared, Harry found himself standing in the Weasely's front yard.

"Well, this is going to go over great." Motionlessly, Harry conjured a mirror and looked himself over, making sure he wasn't too imposing.

He was wearing nut brown pants, a dark gold shirt with leaves of bright gold and green stamped in, with the same robe he wore the first day in Avalon.

Grinning, Harry banished the mirror, and effortlessly cast an invisibility spell on himself, hoping to surprise his friends.

Without even a soft pop, Harry Apparated into the living room, looking around for any sign of life. When he walked into the kitchen, he was greeted by the sight of the whole family, plus a few. Hermione was over, and she had a wedding band on her finger. It seemed as if Ron had finally plucked up the courage. Charlie was sitting with a cute girl in his lap, an engagement ring on her finger. Remus and Tonks were there, both sporting wedding bands. When his eyes came to rest on Ginny, his heart did a flip, no ring, no boyfriend, it seemed as if she were free.

"So Bill, when are we going to meet the new lucky lady?" asked Mrs. Weasely.

"Yes, Bill, when?" piped up Fred.

"Who would be dumb enough to go out with you?" George asked, to be answered by laughter as Bill threw a role at him.

As the family interacted, Harry realized how lonely he had been for the last ten years, especially when he looked at Ginny. Oh Gods how stupid he felt when he didn't realize how much he liked her. And over the past year, she had become more beautiful, if that were possible. Her freckles were all gone and her body had formed perfectly.

With tears running down his face at te wonderful sight of the family, and of the strong pangs of loneliness, Harry turned to go back into the living room, but tripped over a stool.

"Son of a b..." started Harry, but he was cut off at the sight of every single person with their wand drawn, pointing at him.

"Who's there? I'm warning you, make yourself visible or we start firing," stated Mr.Weasely.

"You would really curse me?" asked Harry as he stood up and removed the cloaking spell.

"Who are you? You seem familiar," said Ginny quietly, trying to puzzle out who he was.

"You really forgot me that fast!" exclaimed Harry. "I know its been a year, but that seems kind of fast to forget someone."

"What are you talking about, we don't know you!" growled Remus.

"You too, Remus? You were my favorite teacher," responded Harry.

"Wait, it couldn't be. Harry, is that you?" exclaimed Ginny.

"Well, who do you think I am, the Easter bunny?" retorted Harry.

"Don't listen to him, he looks nothing like Harry. There's no scar, and he's much too good looking," said Hermione. "Ginny, we all know you want Harry to be back, but he isn't coming back."

"Recovered pretty fast, didn't you?" asked Harry coldly. "What was Morgan giving you? Money, power, knowledge?"

"Who's Morgan. And for that matter who are you, and don't tell us Harry Potter." said Fred.

"Morgan Le Fay, commonly known as Albus Dumbledore. And if I weren't Harry, how would I know that you got a thousand Galleons for your joke shop from the Triwizard Champion money? Or that you offered to send Ginny back a toilet seat when she was ten, and tried to when I was in the Hospital Wing?"

"OH GOD," choked Fred.

"Harry!" yelled George as he ran forward, hugging Harry fiercely.

"He isn't Harry!" yelled Hermione. "Harry's dead, get over it!"

"Hey, Hermione. SHUT UP!" yelled Fred and George together.

By that time, everyone had lowered their wands and were asking there way over to Harry, Mrs. Weasely leading the way.

After an intense session of hugging an crying, Harry was forced to tell where he had been, to which he answered training at Avalon. He was then admired by Mrs. Weasely over his new look and a general good time was had by all but two.

The first was Hermione, who was distraught at the sudden appearance of Harry. She was nervous because of his effects on the Weaselys.

The other was Ginny, for a completely different reason. Here was the guy whom she had been dreaming about for most of her life, especially since she first met him. Here was the guy that had broken her heart when he disappeared a year ago, whom she had been fervently praying for a swift return. Here he was, and he didn't even notice her.

After everyone had gone to bed, Harry was sitting on the couch in the living room, thinking back on the reunion when a soft noise sounded on the stairs.

"Hey Ginny, come sit down," said Harry when he sensed who it was.

"How'd you know it was me?" she asked.

"I sensed it. New perception with new magic. Anyway, what s wrong, you seemed quiet earlier."

"Do you like me?" she blurted out.

Looking over, Harry saw her blush scarlet. Taking his hand, Harry grasped her chin firmly between his fingers.

"Ginny, while I was in Avalon, I thought about you non-stop. In Avalon, ten years is a year here, so really I've been away from you longer than you have. Ginny, I know that I love you," said Harry, his eyes filled with unfiltered love.

"Really?" whispered Ginny.

Smiling, Harry nodded before leaning forward to catch her lips in a gentle kiss. Soon their kiss grew until they were hopelessly making out on the couch, Ginny laying on top of Harry.

After a while, Ginny stopped and sleep claimed her, still lying on Harry's chest.

"Good night, my love," said Harry as he conjured a blanket that wrapped around them both.

The last thing he saw as he fell asleep, was Ginny's innocent face.

Hope everyone had a very merry Christmas.

R&R