A/N: This story was going to be a one shot but I have an "eager piglette of a fan" wink, wink waiting for more so I decided to continue. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and to my betas Madi and Valerie. More reviews are always appreciated.

Author's Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I don't want to get in trouble. I just want to have some fun and take a shot at what Harry Potter 7 might be like. Please don't hurt me:)

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Harry wandered through the yard until he found what he was looking for:

James and Lily Potter

Harry sank to his knees and began to cry. He wasn't sure how long he was on the ground, but a sudden gust of ice cold wind woke him immediately. He rose his head cautiously, even though he knew the horrors that awaited him. His mind was plunged into darkness as though the plug had been pulled. Then the projector of memories started rolling and Harry's mind started reeling. The green light, his mother screaming, the veil, and Sirius falling backwards all flashed through his mind. Draco trembling with his wand out, Snape jumping from the shadows…

Harry had already drawn his wand, but he came up blank for happy memories. All that came to mind was Dumbledore's funeral and the fact that his dead parents were lying six feet beneath him.

And then, suddenly, Ron's beaming face appeared in his mind, Ron's utter "cluelessness" that normal people are asleep at four AM and Hermione's snappy comebacks came to mind. She always knew how to handle Ron and his stupidity. Then came Ginny's face. The mental slideshow skidded to a halt. Ginny. Ginny Weasley. Harry wasn't sure whether this qualified as a happy memory or a sad one. It was true that he had had a great time with her but it was also true that he could never get close to her because of Voldemort.

After all, if Voldemort even had the slightest notion that Ginny and Harry had something between them, he would try to use her again, like he did in her first year. That would hurt him even more than could be imagined. That was Voldemort's intent and Harry could not let Him have the satisfaction he was seeking.

Even so, Harry decided to hone in on Ginny's face. He thought of the first time they kissed. When he had taken her in his arms and kissed her. How long he had wanted to do that.

Expecto Patronum!

The silver stag seemed to erupt from his wand and the ground beneath him. The dementors were hardly four feet away and Harry was getting extraordinarily light-headed. He made a grab for the emergency chocolate he now kept in his pocket, thanks to Lupin. Shoving the chocolate in his mouth, Harry bellowed again,

Expecto Patronum!

However, shortly after that, Harry passed out. The last thing he saw was an old man wandering out of his house. A dementor swooped down over the man and gave him the first dementor's kiss Harry had ever seen. Then, everything went dark.

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Harry's eyes flickered open to the view of a white, sterile, ceiling. He gave a groan and flopped onto his side.

"Harry!" Hermione screech when she saw movement. The sound was nearly deafening, especially to Harry, who had had total silence for several hours. "Harry James Potter! When are you going to learn how to control yourself? Whenever you get mad at something, namely your uncle, you run from it. If you had stood up to him, you never would have run into those dementors. When we apparated to your house this morning and found out you weren't there…."

At that moment, Hermione got so hysterical that she was pacing and her rant had turned into an inaudible mumble so Ron attempted to take over for her.

"So, we apparated into your room after we sent Pig ahead to warn you. When we arrived, you weren't there so we went downstairs to see if you were watching the big box with those moving pictures or something like that."

"Do you really think my fat lard of an uncle would allow me to watch the telly?" Harry retorted.

"That was exactly what Hermione said, but I insisted that we take a look anyway. Your aunt spotted us coming down the stairs and let out a blood-curdling scream. Vernon came running out of the kitchen… well he had more of a waddle about him, but it was a fast one at that. Mr. Dursley came into the hall where we stood and started turning purple.

"He started… bellowing, for lack of better word, but he got really quiet when he mentioned 'magic.' It was all I could do to keep a straight face because he was so obviously scared of the word. Hermione tried to explain to him why we were there, but he said you had run away last night.

"Your bags are already at the Burrow, but it took us ages to find you. Hermione kept apparating to every place she could think of: Diagon Alley, the Ministry of Magic…. Finally we decided to check out the Knight Bus to see if you had passed through. We asked the new, cranky man if he'd seen you. He told us a boy with messy black hair got off at Godric's Hollow.

"We saw you on the ground as soon as we got off the bus. Hermione rushed over and performed a very complex side-long apparition to get you here."

"That would explain the crushing feeling I felt earlier," Harry mumbled, rubbing his temples.

Hermione had calmed down by that time and explained Harry's current situation.

"The mediwitches have looked you over and decided nothing is really wrong. They were about to move you to recovery and discharge, but you woke up before they got the chance," Hermione leaned down and hugged Harry. "I am so glad you are alright." And then, on a different note, "Never, ever do that again! Do you hear me? You scared me so badly!"

Just then, the mediwitch came in to transfer Harry. He insisted he was well enough to walk, but, much like Madam Pomfrey, the nurse insisted on bed rest.

When Harry got to his room though, he was shocked at what greeted him. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George were sitting in chairs, waiting for him. But, best of all, Ginny was standing at the foot of the bed with a worried expression on her face. She leapt up as soon as she saw Harry and she flung herself into his arms. It felt so good to be in her presence that he quickly forgot the pounding in his head.

After a lengthy embrace, Harry let go and began questioning the rest of the Weasleys on the reason they had all come.

"We came to explain the importance of staying at your aunt and uncle's for two more days. Now, we haven't heard your story on why you ran away, but You-Know-Who is out there and his goal is to kill you," Mr. Weasley explained in a kindly voice.

"When Ron popped back in to tell me you had left, I almost had a heart attack. What were you thinking?" Mrs. Weasley took her shot at Harry.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Ginny whispered into Harry's neck where here head was nestled. "I was really worried about you."

Harry assured her that he was fine and then turned to the twins.

"And why are you here? Not to be rude or anything…."

"Well, we thought you could use some jokes,"

"To entertain you at St. Mungo's,"

"While you recover from your fall,"

"And prevent concussion from boredom."

"Have fun, Harry!" Fred and George concluded in unison. With that, they both disapparated from the room.

Mrs. Weasley returned to Harry's bedside. "Harry, we have to take you back to the Dursleys for two days, but we will pick you up on July 31st to take you to the Ministry. Please don't leave their house again. It isn't safe Harry. Do you hear me? Not safe!" Mrs. Weasley then flung herself on top of Harry in a tearful embrace. She could not hold back her tears of concern. Ginny was only barely able to leap out of the way.

"Molly, dear, I do believe you are strangling the boy," Mr. Weasley jumped in before Harry lost access to air completely.

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Harry spent the remainder of his sixteenth year sitting in his bedroom. Harry contemplated, in depth, what life was going to be like between him and Voldemort once Harry could no longer call number 4 Privet Drive home. Dumbledore had warned him that Privet Drive's protective spell would be broken when he turned seventeen. Harry wanted to live with Ron but he also did not want to put his friend in danger.

Then Neville returned to his mind. Recently, Harry had been wondering how life would have been different if it was Neville, that Voldemort had attacked, and not Harry. Harry's mind flooded with guilt as it had so often before.

"Why did it have to be me? If Neville had been chosen by Voldemort then it would have been better for everyone. what am i thinking? Well, it might have actually been better for his family. After all, his parents are incurable loonies and he lives with his gran. If they had all died, they could all still be together. Provided there is a heaven and people really go there when they die. My parents would still be alive and I would be rid of these horrible people. These awful Dursleys." Harry thought dejectedly. He didn't want to be thinking these things but he couldn't help it. These thoughts had been running through his head for weeks.

"However, if Neville had been killed to fulfill the prophecy, Voldemort wouldn't have lost power and more people might be dead. On second thought, though, Voldemort would not be out for revenge, having not disappeared for 14 years, he would not be trying to make up for lost time."

Harry soon got a headache from trying to think about the logic of Voldemort's deranged mind and fell asleep.

That night, Harry had a very strange, horrid dream. It seemed to be a slideshow of all his encounters with the Dark Lord. Harry awoke, sweating, with his scar burning but it seemed that he had slept for quite a while because when he looked at the clock, it appeared to read 10:30 AM.

Harry spent the next day and a half thinking disturbing thoughts along the lines of his previous ones. However, that was only until 2:00 when Harry vaguely heard Mr. Weasley's voice float up from the sitting room.

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A/N: I hope everyone liked it! Sorry the update took so long. I had some editing issues. :) Please read and review. I will need some ideas if this story is going to go anywhere. PLEASE REVIEW!