A/n: Well here's a quick update for you guys, since I felt really guilty about never finishing my fics. Thanks to anyone still reading, or is starting to read! (Yes you Not So Sour Lemons :) )

The First Attempt:

Part one

I – I'm alive! Harry thought. He moved his fingers cautiously, and then he tried curling his toes. Slowly he opened his eyes, and light poured into them. When his eyes were fully opened, he felt disoriented. He looked around the room, filled with empty beds and white sheets. Then he looked down and saw a red-headed girl sleeping beside him. He looked at his hands; they weren't the same rough and worn-out hands he had. Did it work?

He ran his fingers through the girl's hair and caressed her cheek gently. It was definitely her, without a doubt.

"Ginny," he whispered.

She woke up from her sleep, and a smile crept on her face. "Damn you're a deep sleeper. I though you'd never wake up."

"What happened?" Harry sat up. He felt perfectly fine.

"We were all in the common room, I was chatting with Dean while you were with Ron, making jokes about graduation, and Hermione was writing up her speech. Then out of nowhere your nose started bleeding and you were shaking." Ginny told him. Fear was written all over her face. "It was the scariest thing Harry. You were cold all over, I thought you were dying."

Harry pulled her close and kissed her. It was a kiss that he had longed for for many, many years. "I promise everything will be okay."

Ginny squeezed his hand. "Good. I don't want anything like that to happen to you ever again."

"Let's go, I'm starving," Harry suggested.

"Are you feeling better though? Madame Pomfrey went away for a bit, but she trusted you to me," Ginny said worriedly.

"I feel excellent, like nothing ever happened," Harry assured her. He stood up and put on his shoes, the whole time not releasing Ginny's hand.

"Alright then, if you're sure you are," Ginny raised her eyebrow. She knew there was no point arguing with Harry.

They reached the Great Hall filled with students. Harry was so happy; he couldn't wait to change everything. For once everything was going right in his life. Then he looked at Ginny again.

"What's wrong?" Ginny looked back at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I dunno, you just seem kinda different," She explained.

"How so?"

"I don't know, I can't put my finger on it," Ginny answered. "Oh there's Ron and Hermione."

"Oi Harry! You feeling alright?" Ron asked as he engulfed a bowl of soup.

"Yeah I feel great, never better," Harry replied.

"What happened anyway? Were you getting visions?" Hermione asked in a paranoid tone.

"No, nothing like that. I don't know I guess I was just… really stressed out?" It sounded more like a question than an explanation.

The rest of the day, Harry felt at peace. He was so joyful, not even Draco Malfoy's snotty remarks bothered him. Snape's class was surprisingly bearable, he only got 5 marks taken off for losing his quill. Next thing he knew, it was dinner time.

"Hey Ginny, I just have to go to the bathroom. I'll meet you at the common room?" Harry told her.

"Sure," Ginny nodded and continued her conversation with Luna and Neville.

Harry made his way to the owlery with a letter to the Ministry that he had written in charms class clutched tightly in his hand. He attached the letter to one of the school owls, since Hedwig was out hunting for the night. He smiled, knowing that he was doing the right thing. Ginny won't die, the Weasleys will remain a family, Hermione won't lose her magic, Ron won't be murdered… everything will be perfect.

"Dingbat," Harry told the Fat lady.

"My, my Harry, you seem so happy today! I've never seen you so cheerful," The Fat lady commented.

As Harry entered the common room, he found Ginny with a group of people. He walked up to her casually, and she looked up when she saw him.

"How was your bathroom adventure?" She teased.

"Wonderful," He smiled. "Oh by the way, do you see a really ugly bag made of feathers lying around somewhere?"

"Oh that disgusting thing? Yeah it's in your room. Who gave that to you anyway? Obviously someone with terrible taste," Ginny said.

"Okay good," Harry sighed. "Do you wanna take a walk outside or something?"

"Actually I was planning to go to the library and get some studying done… but I'd rather go outside," Ginny nodded.

Harry took her hand and led her outside. They talked about various things, laughing and smiling at each other the whole night. Without knowing it, it was 11:30 at night, and they both knew they were going to be extremely tired tomorrow.

"Let's just stay here, I mean there's no point going back inside and getting caught," Ginny thought.

"That's true, I think you're right," Harry agreed. It was a beautiful night, so peaceful and relaxing.

"Do you ever wonder where we'll be in the future?" Ginny thought.

"Ginny, this might sound out of character of me, but I just wanted to say…"

Ginny looked at Harry quizzically.

"I never want to lose you. I've lost you once, and trust me, it's the worst feeling in the world," He told her.

"What are you talking about?" She gave him a puzzled expression.

"I can't explain it, but I promise you I'll take care of you and I'll never let anything happen to you," Harry kissed her gently. "Do you trust me on that?"

"I guess so," Ginny answered, feeling confused.

Suddenly, Harry felt his insides hurting again. What's going on? His head was spinning. He grabbed Ginny's arm.

"Harry what's wrong? Harry?"

Harry felt a gush of warm liquid erupting from his nostrils.

"Oh my God, Harry! HELP! Somebody help us!"

Harry felt his stomach turn inside and out, his intestines being stretched, his throat drying up.

"HARRY? Stay with me, please, don't pass out, come on Harry…"

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Harry placed his hands on his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. Where was he? He was back at Grimauld place? What had happened? He was in his room by himself. His room looked different; it was clean. He grabbed a towel from his dresser and covered his nose. He felt disoriented, but he had to find out what was going on. He left his room and heard voices talking excitedly in the kitchen.

"This is the safest place," a man's voice argued.

"They are going to find us soon enough!" A woman's voice panicked. "We've been using this as a hideout for too long, and it won't be long before they find a way to us. And when they do, everything will go to waste."

"Where do you suggest we go then?" Another man demanded.

"I don't know… somewhere far away…" The woman sighed.

Harry grabbed the banister and guided himself down the spiraling stairs. Eventually a woman saw him and her eyes widened. "Harry's up."

Everyone else looked at him. The woman with red hair hurried to help him down the stairs.

"Are you feeling better?" She asked.

"I'll be fine," he answered. "Ginny, what's going on?"

"He's delirious," the woman sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you Harry, I'm not Ginny. I'm Wendy. Wendy McAllister."

"Give him a break Wendy, he can't help it," A man with a brown mustache told her.

"Where's Ginny?" He questioned.

"Harry, Ginny and Hermione have been held hostage for about three days now," Wendy informed him.

"BY WHO?" Harry removed the towel from his nose and threw it on the floor.

"You-know-who's followers," A petite blonde woman said softly. "Ron and the others have been looking for them as soon as they found out. They haven't returned."

"Followers? Ron?" Harry was extremely confused. He sat himself against the wall. "How long have I been knocked out for?"

"When you found out that Ginny was taken, you went ballistic," Wendy told him. "You were in such rage… then you suddenly had a seizure and you blacked out."

"Why didn't you wake me? I should be out there looking for her!" He said angrily.

"Harry, you've been so stressed. We thought this could give you a chance to recover and regain your strength." The blonde woman told him.

"I can't believe this…" Harry mumbled. "How old am I now?"

Everyone looked at him curiously. "You're twenty five years old," Wendy told him.

Harry felt everything was falling apart. He went back to abandon his mission, and in doing so, allowing Voldemort's followers to come back. Sure Ginny's not dead, but now she's held a prisoner, probably suffering.

"I promised her nothing will happen to her. I promised her I would never lose her," Harry muttered. "Now look where she is. I promised Hermione she would have a better life. Yeah this is better alright."

"Harry, don't blame yourself man," A curly-haired boy said sympathetically.

"We're trying our best to find them, and we're all feeling pretty down right now, so don't think you're the only one who's suffering," someone else said.

"Come on, I'll take you to your room. You need more rest," Wendy helped Harry up and led him back upstairs. "We need to talk…"