Author's Note: Thanks to all those who reviewed and ginnygin for being my beta... here's the next chap ( will list a name of all reviewers at the end of the story...) This chap now is the edited version!

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Chapter Two

Harry Potter was having a wonderful dream. Someone was whispering his name, in that soothing and gentle voice he had longed to hear for two years. In his mind he could even smell the scent of sunshine and wild flowers with a hint of vanilla that he always associated with "his Ginny". Yet for some reason he couldn't see her face, his fingers itched to run through her long red locks. He still remembered the softness of it. He tried to concentrate on the voice. His burrows furrowed, as he felt a cool breeze on his face. He heard his name being called in a soft whisper.

"Wake up Harry, Harry wake up" The words became clearer. Harry blinked as the morning light hit his face, there was someone hovering over him. He reached for his glasses and put them on and gasped at the sight before him, stunned to see his imagination come into reality. It was her, though in some ways it wasn't. She had an aura of light that surrounded her frame, yet she was as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. She was smiling at him, and it was one of the best things Harry had laid his eyes upon. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. His eyes drank her in, taking in every detail. He reached up to trace her cheeks with his fingers and he was surprised to feel the softness of her skin.

"Is this real?" he finally asked. She giggled softly into his hand, as he traced her lips. She then held it with both of her own, and placed a gentle kiss on his palm.

"As real as it gets, Harry" she whispered.

Harry's mind filled with a million of questions but all his heart cared about was that she was here sitting right next to him, she was back. In a second's time he was sitting up and engulfing her in his arms, his eyes closed taking in the sweet smell of her hair. "You're back… you're back" he kept whispering in her ears.

He felt her sigh against him. "I had to" she said moving apart gently, and taking his hands into her smaller ones. Then looking into his emerald orbs she continued with a slightly shaken voice.

"I couldn't watch you suffer, and neither could they." At his questioning glance she nodded her head to say no.

"I will tell you everything Harry, but right now all you need to know is that you are the only one who can see me and hear me Harry. So unless you want people to think you have finally cracked up it would be a good thing to keep your mouth shut in front of them." she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Harry just watched her quietly with a smile tugging his lips.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked feigning anger, and crossing her arms together. At her words he reached out and pulled her to him and sat her down on his lap.

"You are mine, my special angel" he said holding her close, with her back snuggled in front of him. She relaxed in his touch and smiled. "That's right Mr. Potter... I am Harry's Angel."

That morning Harry Potter was a recipient of many strange glances, especially from the first years who were terrified to see him actually smiling. There was a bounce to his step, and for once Harry Potter actually looked his true age. His handsome features which were hidden behind the brooding mask were out in the light.

Professor McGonagall nearly fell out of her chair when Harry greeted her with "Lovely morning, isn't it? And you do look so lovely Professor" he had added his eyes gleaming with mischief for the first time in awhile.

"Mr. Potter!" she had started to ask him about his sudden change of behaviour, but was silenced by the look Dumbledore gave her, which quite clearly said "let the boy be happy" So she nodded curtly and smiled back at the young professor.

"Good Morning to you too, Mr. Potter" she finally replied.

Harry was having the best day of his career yet. Ginny had decided to accompany him for the rest of the day. During breakfast, which he had generally avoided in the recent years, she had sat on the table and made him eat a bit of everything. She simply pointed at the food and threatened him to eat it with a fist in the air. He complied just happy to see her there. She didn't eat anything herself, and though Harry suspected the reason he didn't raise any questions about it. She was here and that was all that mattered, at least for now.

He knew the teachers were surprised at his new behaviour. He nearly laughed out loud when he saw McGonagall reacting to his greeting but he couldn't help it. Ginny had always made him happy when they were together, and that never changed and he didn't care what anyone thought.

"Alright there, Harry?" Dumbledore asked as he got up to prepare for his first lesson, for third years. His blue eyes looked genuinely happy at the boy's change.

"Never better, Sir." he said and nodding curtly he walked out of the great hall. As soon as he was out he checked to see for wandering students in the hall. Noticing none he reached out for Ginny's hand. He needed to have the reassurance that she was still there for real and he wasn't dreaming up the whole thing.

She smiled at him. "Trying to shake of the Snape imitation by smiling like a maniac, are you Mr. Potter." she asked mischievously.

"Why Mrs. Potter, I had no idea you wanted me to act like that grease ball!" he replied cheekily and they both shared a quiet laugh.

During class his students were all surprised to see a happy professor and to receive so many points that they never had before.

Something was going on with Harry Potter, and a lot of people wanted to find out what exactly had brightened his mood.

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