A/N Hello!! Thanks to reviewers:

SierraPotter: Indeed there is a lot of drama lol! Please read on…

Kingmunkey: Awww wow a new reviewer!! I love new reviewers hehe!! Anyway… Thank you so much for taking the time to read the first story AND this one hehe its very nice of you! And I do like twists, so get ready, well, I guess you've gathered that lol! And I know, I'm terrified about the last book, I don't want it to end and if Harry dies I'll cry for days lol! Anyway thanks for reviewing!

Coudle: Hey I haven't heard from you in a while! Thanks for saying the last chapter was well written, I like it when people reassure me hehe!! And I promise this chapter isn't as sad. :)

…It Might Come True

"I love you Ron."

Harry heard the voice that he knew so well lying next to him; he couldn't bear to wake its source up and remind her that her husband was dead.

He heard her start and question in a shocked voice, "Harry?"

He sighed and turned to face her, "Sorry Hermione."

There was a short pause as realisation dawned in Hermione's mind.

"Oh Harry!" She cried.

"Where have you been?!" Ginny rounded on him as soon as he walked through their bedroom door an hour later. "I've been worried sick!"

"Not now Ginny," Harry tried to shrug her off as he walked into the bathroom, but one second after he locked the door it flew open again and Ginny walked in.

"No – now!" She demanded.

Harry couldn't take all her shouts, all he wanted to do was be alone. For five minutes! The last hour he had spent at Hermione's was agony; she had cried and cried, more than last night – but Harry hadn't shed a tear. And he knew that was why he was feeling so bad. He wanted to be alone to cry, to shout, to throw things… Just to feel a tiny bit better.

"Well?" Ginny prompted him, "Where have you been?!"

"Where do you think I've been?" He replied sarcastically, knowing it should be obvious.

But all too suddenly, Ginny's angry eyes shrank into the same terrified and worried ones as yesterday, and Harry knew what she was thinking he'd been doing.

"Get out," He said in his best calm voice.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking… I know you wouldn't do that again…" Ginny stuttered quickly.

"Get out!" He shouted again.

Ginny turned quickly and ran out of the room, closing the door behind her. Harry span on the spot and punched the closest thing to him, just to let out some anger.

The glass in the mirror shattered everywhere and his hand bled very quickly.

"Harry!" Ginny came running back into the room at the sound of smashing glass. "Oh, Harry!"

She held her wand above the cuts to heal them as quickly as possible but Harry shoved her away.

"I don't want to talk to you," He whispered.

Ginny stood for a moment, staring sadly at him, "Harry…"

"Will you leave me alone please?" Harry whispered as calmly as he could.

Ginny started to cry and walked slowly out of the room.

Once the door had again closed, Harry sighed and grasped his hand with his other to try and stop the pain. He pulled his left hand away and it too was covered in blood. He didn't know healing spells that well, so he clicked his fingers and twirled on the spot to leave the room.

Harry had knocked on the front door of Hermione's house a few times, but there was no answer, perhaps she was asleep? Harry thought it better to go and check that she was ok if she was even there, so he unlocked the front door and walked in to the hall. As soon as he entered he could hear Hermione's trembling voice talking to her son, James.

Harry walked towards the room her voice was coming from and stopped when at the door. He saw her crouching on the floor at her son's height. He was older than Liam, so taller and probably more understanding. He knew what Hermione was going to say.

"James, your dad… He's gone… He won't come back…"

"He will come back! He will!" Harry could tell that James and Hermione had been having this conversation for quite a while, and James was refusing to believe it. "You wait and see! He'll come back!"

And with that James ran towards the door, not even acknowledging Harry, and ran out of the room.

Hermione didn't look at Harry, just exasperatedly got up and sat on the sofa. She had obviously seen him before now, however, as she said, "He won't believe me…"

"He… He will in time…" Harry said, walking into the living room.

"Will he? I don't know what I… Harry your hand!" Hermione had finally looked at him and seen the dripping blood that was falling on her wooden floor. She jumped up and took her wand from the table at the other end of the room and started to heal his hand. "What did you do?" She asked.

"Why wasn't your wand in your belt?" Harry asked angrily, ignoring her question.

"What? Oh, I was sat down and it was digging into my stomach, so I took it out," Hermione answered carelessly.

"You're so stupid!" Harry shouted, pulling away from her, her eyes widened in shock, "You'd think that after your husband died yesterday you'd keep it with you!"

Hermione's eyes filled up with water and she turned around to face the window.

Harry sighed and walked up to her, "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit on edge."

"I can't tell," She replied in a teary voice.

"I just want you to be safe," He said, turning her round and hugging her, "I don't want to loose you too."

Hermione sniffed and wiped away her tears. "I know… Now, what did you do to your hand?" She asked, starting to heal it again.

Harry was shocked by the abrupt change in conversation and looked at his half-healed hand, "Oh," He said, "I didn't punch Ginny. Got the mirror instead."

"Harry!"

"Don't worry I didn't aim for her either, I was just mad. She was asking where I was all last night," Harry explained, sitting down.

"Well wasn't that obvious?" Hermione asked.

"I thought so, but she thought I was off killing people…" He paused, "Like I used to when someone died…"

Hermione didn't reply straight away, she seemed to be thinking about what to say next.

"Well," She started, "You've changed now, she shouldn't even have thought it."

"She doesn't trust me anymore. I'm afraid she won't leave me alone with Liam," Harry confided.

"I'm sure that's not true… Does Liam know yet?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not sure, don't think so…" Harry replied sadly.

"Well, you should be the one to tell him," Hermione told him.

"But, Ginny's Ron's sister, she should tell Liam," Harry argued.

Hermione shook her head and said knowingly, "Ginny won't hold it together while she's saying it, and it's going to be hard enough for Liam to understand anyway without his mother blubbering. I know you won't cry when you say it. And you'll state the obvious. You'll just say…" She took a deep breath and looked directly in front of her at the floor while saying "Ron's dead…"

Harry looked at her then, really looked at her. Her expression was tired and sick-looking; almost ragged. Her eyes stayed fixed at the point that she told about Ron's death, like she was trying to convince it, and herself. He just wanted to hold her and take her back in time. He wanted to make her tell Ron not to go to work that day, stay in with her and practice stunning and defensive spells. But he knew he couldn't turn back time. And he also dreaded the thought that if he could, both of his best friends would now be gone forever.

"How do you know I won't cry?" Harry asked, trying to pull Hermione out of her world where, Harry guessed, Ron was probably kissing her.

"Because I know you haven't already," Hermione answered, turning to look at him.

Harry was quite stunned by this comment and yet he didn't know why. It was true that he hadn't yet cried, but how did Hermione guess that? He could have cried before he went to her the night before, and even when he got back to the Hog's Head that morning – he could have just been being strong for Hermione.

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes and Hermione carried on healing Harry's hand. And after she had done this she said, "You need to be with Ginny now."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Go and make up with her. She needs you more than I do," Hermione attempted another smile.

"No!" Harry protested, "I mean, what about you?"

Hermione took another deep breath but still looked at him as she answered, "I need to learn to be on my own with James now. I can't learn that if you're in the wrong place all the time Harry."

"The wrong place…" Harry couldn't help feeling as though he was being rejected by a first girlfriend.

"What I mean is," Hermione rushed, "Ginny is Ron's sister; she's known him for far longer than I could have dreamt to have been with him, and she feels love for him that I'll never understand, because it's different to mine. She needs you Harry, go and be with her."

Harry nodded at Hermione's wise words and hugged her. Then, less than five minutes later, he was sitting on a bed hugging his wife, the way it should be.

One week later Harry, Ginny and Liam moved back into their house, against the ministry's wishes, and much to Harry's amusement. He, with the help of Ginny, had decided that it would be funny to see the ministry get angry with him, and yet watch them have to put up with it if they wanted to keep Harry on their side.

Ron's funeral had been four days after his death; and it was remarkable. Harry never knew that his best friend knew so many people. It made him laugh and remember Ron and Hermione's wedding; they said it would be small, not a lot of people, and there were more people than there were at Harry and Ginny's wedding!

Since then, however, there had been more attacks on people – thankfully on people that Harry didn't know – and a few had died, a few had been sent to St Mungo's for treatment, and one or two came out unscathed. But Harry had admitted to Ginny thinking that those who came out unharmed in any way were faking it just to get the publicity. And that really made him angry; there he was, trying as hard as he could not to be seen by a reporter for at least a few hours, when there were people out there lying to be in a newspaper.

For a good example, the one he was reading at the moment – it shocked him quite a lot to see it. Apparently Seamus Finnegan had fought off Malfoy and three other Death Eaters single handed. But when Harry thought about it, it didn't surprise him. Seamus had always wanted to do one better than Harry secretly. And he said it happened the say after Ron's funeral – which he went to.

Finally, after twenty minutes of reading the Daily Prophet, Harry put it down on his bedside table and lazily got out of bed. When putting some clothes on he saw an owl flying towards his bedroom window; and another owl flying towards the kitchen window where Ginny was downstairs. They were owls that Harry had never seen before, so slowly, he pulled his wand out from his belt and stood waiting, poised and ready should anything happen.

Finally the bird flew into Harry's room and landed with a slight thump on Ginny's dresser table. Hedwig gave a nasty hoot from the other side of the room which was always a sign to Harry that a particular bird was not wanted by her.

Harry hastily pulled the letter that the owl was carrying from its beak and opened it. While he read, the owl seemed to stare at him in a trained-to-do-so fashion.

Potter,

I was glad to hear that my revenge on you has started successfully with the Weasels death. I hope you didn't get too upset about it, as there are worse to come.

I'll have you know that the reason I didn't kill Granger was because I believe her to be of little help to you, she's no threat to me, so why bother? But then again, she is a good friend to you isn't she, Potter? I may have to re-think my plans on how to upset you… Yes, I think Granger will be a tick off the list. And then, I'll get your whore of a wife, followed, lastly, by that brat you call a son. I'm going to do to him exactly what you did to my son, Potter.

But first, like I said, mud-bloods are my top priority…

Harry screwed up the paper and sprinted towards the door of the room, ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where Ginny and Liam stood, quite normally.

"Ginny!" He shouted as he ran up to them, "Liam."

"Harry what is it?" Ginny asked quickly.

"Who was that letter from?" He asked, pointing to the parchment in her hand.

"Hermione, she said she's coming to stay here for a while, apparently she just got a bit of a scare about something…" Ginny answered.

"I think I know what it was," Harry handed her the letter and watched her read. Once she had finished he said, "Do you think she got one too?"

Ginny's face had gone white and she swallowed while she nodded.

"I'll go to her house to make sure she's ok," Harry said, but just has he poised his fingers to disapparate, Hermione appeared in front of him, clutching James's hand in hers.

"Harry!" She said loudly, letting go of James's hand and leaping on Harry, "I got a letter from Malfoy… He… It…!"

"I know, don't worry, I got one too," Harry explained, not letting her go.

"Oh Harry," Hermione cried exasperatedly, "He said he was going to come and kill me! I was terrified, I didn't know what else to do!"

Hermione's arms didn't leave Harry's neck and shoulder region until Ginny pulled Harry away.

"You need to report this," Ginny said stiffly, eyeing Hermione, "And we need to find a secure place for Hermione to stay."

"She's staying here!" Harry said instantly.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something but obviously couldn't find the words, so she shut it again. Harry guessed what she was thinking but didn't want to voice it, and he saw Hermione thinking exactly the same thing.

"No, Harry, it's fine, we'll find somewhere to go, don't worry," Hermione said slowly.

"No, you're staying here, and that's final," He said, stressing the word 'final' in Ginny's direction.

Ginny looked to the floor to calm herself and then straight back at Harry before saying, "So, what are you going to do about this? You can't let Malfoy go around scaring us all the time."

"No," Harry replied truthfully, "And I won't let him…" Harry decided as he spoke, "I'm going to see the ministry officials tomorrow, and if they let me, I'm going to go and find him."

"That could take weeks!" Ginny protested.

"She's right Harry, think how long it took to get rid of You-Know-Who," Hermione said.

"Come on, you two can't honestly think that Draco Malfoy is as bad as Voldemort, can you? It's not as though Malfoy has six Horcruxes for me to track down. And I bet he's stupid enough to think that I won't do anything because I'm depressed about it or something."

"Harry, he may be just Malfoy to us," Hermione started, "But to everyone else in the world he is, whether you like it or not, the new Dark Lord. He may have developed his powers in the last six years. You shouldn't underestimate him."

Harry took in Hermione's words with caution, but was still unable to believe that it could be just as hard to track down Malfoy as it was to find Voldemort.

"Ok, thank you Hermione," Harry said sarcastically, "But this time tomorrow, I'll be off to find Malfoy. And when I do, I'm going to kill him."

A/N There you go!! Oohh it's all getting good isn't it?! Well I hope you think so anyway! Thanks for reading, and I'm afraid that I don't think there will be another chapter up before the last book comes out (2 DAYS PEOPLE!!!!), well in fact, I know there won't be. I don't have the time. So, I'll probably read the book quite quickly and then read it again, so maybe in about two weeks there will be an update? Please don't give up hope though, I'm sure most other authors writing for Harry Potter won't update for a while. So I'll talk to you again when I know if Harry is alive or… dead… for real!!! Bye!!xxxx