This is the first part of what was supposed to be a chapter story I was writing for a friend. It didn't make it to being an actual story.

When Harry opened his eyes, the view was quite different then before he closed them. He was no longer on a concrete slab but on a grassy hill overlooking a small lake (or was it a large pond?). Instead of blacks, grays, and reds there were blues, greens and beige. Beyond the lake was a field slowly blowing in the breeze. There were forests bordering the field and a couple near the lake and where he lay. Behind him was a white house that looked very welcoming and warm.

Standing between him and the house stood a girl. Well, perhaps that was a bit of an assumption because she could have been older then she looked. She was roughly around his age but seemed to command an older presence. She was of average height (roughly three inches shorter then he was and that was a guess since he was sitting on the ground) and was thin but not too much so. Her dark brown hair flowed down her back like water and stopped at the start of her tailbone. Her face was oval with beautiful brown eyes. Her gaze, instead of making him feel uneasy like most, gave him a calming feeling. It was almost as if she was his angel, to protect him from the evils of the world.

She was certainly dressed like one. Her top looked like it was a strapless corset like shirt with silver bindings. Her skirt fell to her feet, which were bare, and also was white. It was a nice contract to the dark color of her hair and eyes and brought out the tan complexion of her skin. She smiled at him, which also brought him no feelings of ill will like some tended to do.

"Hello Harry." Her voice was pleasant as well, although that was hardly surprising to him. The whole place was pleasant.

"Hello."

"I am sure you are wondering where you are and how you managed to come here."

"Yes." Her smile got slightly bigger as she heard his one-word answers, as if she found it amusing. Most likely did.

"Welcome to La terre de bonnes nouvelles." Harry knew that it was French, but beyond that he had no idea of the meaning of the words she had just used. "This is the intra world."

"Intra World?"

"The world inside yourself."

"How can a world be inside me?" She paused a second before answering him, walking towards him and sitting on the ground beside him. He wondered if Angels got grass stains and if they did what detergent did they use or was it magically removed?

"Inside everyone's mind there exists a world of their own making and design. Somewhere where they go to be peaceful and feel protected. Hence the reason most people come here during traumatic situations. This place is supposed protect you from all the unseen fears."

"My fears." She nodded. "So I created you?"

"Yes, if you look at it that way. Granted, La terre de bonnes nouvelles always has a bound with reality. I am out there as well, if you only care to look but be careful about assuming me to be the same in this world as I am without."

"Are you an Angel."

"If that is how you see me, yes." He stopped watching her and looked out onto the lake or pond. He wondered if it was normal not to know what it was considering he was supposedly the creator of this world. It was a nice pond. Not large enough to be like the Lake at Hogwarts. No giant Squid could live there. There was no hut beyond the water where Hagrid and his magerie lived. There was no Weeping Willow. And there was no death, destruction. But did the removal of all the bad things make up for the loss of what was good in his life?

"Is this Permanent? Will I always be here?"

"If you want to be, of course."

"Will Ron and Hermione be here."

"If you want them to be, yes. But they will always be the way you see them and want them to be, not really Hermione and Ron. You understand this?"

"Yes. If I keep myself here, I will be trapped in the illusions of my own body. I am my own warden. The problem is do I want to realize me or keep myself locked away. If I leave will I wake up to see them gone anyway?"

"You have to make the decision. I can not tell you. The only way to know is to stand up to your fear of them being gone and awaken yourself. But if you do, you would be giving this place up."

"Give up the perfect existence for those you love or live imperfectly in that existence with half of you missing. I'm not sure what's worse."

"That is up to you to answer Harry. This is after all, your own world."

"Question: If this is my world, how come it's named in a language I can't understand?" The world started to blur. Greens bled into the blues, the beiges turned white and the angel in white seemed farther away."

"You will find out when you need to" As the world faded to black and then back into white, a name finally formed in his mind and as he opened his eyes, he called for the girl who had been his savior.

"Amarisa."

"Ron, have you ever had to choose between the perfect existence and an existence with trouble and hardships but having those you loved and cared about with you?"

"No, but I imagine that would be a difficult decision. However, the way I see it, I would rather get a somewhat decent life if I have those I love then a perfect one caged away. Why do you ask Harry?"

"No reason. Just something that came to mind. Thanks Ron."

"Harry, are you alright? I know you said you were healed from the wounds of the final battle, but… Listen, I'm your friend and I'm worried about you. You've been acting a bit odd lately, ever since you awoke from the coma."

"Don't worry, Ron. I'm not off my rocker, not yet anyway."

"Harry, that wasn't very reassuring." Harry laughed for the first time in a year at his best friends comment. Ron smiled, relieved that his friend could laugh again. Perhaps things were looking up. Despite that, he still worried. He was the best friend, after all.

"Explain to me why we are doing this again?" Harry looked over to the dark haired boy who stood next to the wall. People were constantly asking if they were related due to the mass similarities but no one could mistake them for each other. Especially due to their eyes. While he had emerald green eyes, the other had piercing blue. Occasionally they would turn a little green, but usually only when he was truly upset. Today they were sky blue. Mood eyes, Hermione had called them.

"Hermione feels it would be a good idea for us four to get to know each other better since you will be our best-friend-in-law soon, Blaise." The aforementioned man sighed and stood up straight.

"What I wouldn't do for love. What I meant is why did we take a trip to the United States, let alone a town in the middle of nowhere in Pensacola."

"It's Pennsylvania, Blaise, and we are here because we needed a new environment. I need a break, Ron needs a break, and Neville for sure needs a break. The two paused their argument in a simultaneous head turn to look at Neville who was sitting on one of the Airport chairs, sound asleep, his head leaning on the shoulder of the women beside him. Despite her attempts to look as if she hadn't noticed due to being entrapped by her "trashy romance novel" they could tell she was slightly unnerved by the fact. Had they noticed the fact that they kept moving in what seemed like synchronized movements, they would have been disturbed, but at the time, they frankly didn't know or care. They walked over to Neville and stood him up. They walked off, dragging the still sleeping Neville while Ron followed, bagged down with their luggage.

There were many new experiences while driving from Pittsburgh International Airport to where they were staying, about an hour if you knew where you were going. The first thing Harry had to figure out was that, yes, the TV was correct that American's drove on the wrong side of the road. Also parkways actually due require the car to almost park due to road construction, and there were half a million small roads that say detour but really mean "Go this way so you can get lost."

After about a hour and a half (which Harry thought was still pretty good for people who had to run a mantra "Right side is Right" while driving) of arguing amongst the boys (Neville was sleeping, Ron kept saying "Go right Harry" and found out he kept moving the map, and Blaise kept telling him to stop for directions. Harry didn't want to stop for directions. This was the countryside. It would be embarrassing) they finally made it into the relative town they were supposed to be in. It had taken them 2 hours to do so, but Harry still looked at it optimistically. They still managed to get lost and finally even Neville and Ron were asking Harry to stop and ask for directions.

They pulled up along side the first people they saw, a bunch of girls who looked like they were either in their last years of high school or starting college. One of the girls turned in their direction. She came over, but her eyes were suspicious, which Harry didn't blame her. They were a strange lot after all.

"Hello, can you help us?"

"Depends on what you need help with." She leaned down so she was looking in their window. She was an all right looking girl, with mousy brown roots and the rest died red. Her eyes were blue, but Harry really didn't care. He just wanted Blaise off his back. The man was so annoying at times. The other four girls walked up to the car.

"Directions to the Marriott."

"You should have gotten off at the last exit then, not this one." This time it was another brunette who spoke. She kept looking into the back at Ron and Neville, but Harry again paid little attention.

"If you want to get to the Marriott from here, you should take this road till you reach one called Lindsey. There you turn and go until you reach a three-way. Turn left and follow that road down till you get to Burger King. Then turn left again and you should pass the Marriott on your left." This particular brunette had light brown hair unlike the rest. Still it was more of Blaise's observation then Harry's.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I'm Alex by the way and these are Jess, Kelly and Nicole."

"I don't think they really needed to know all that information."

"Chill out, Jess, it was just our names."

"Well, I'm Blaise, The man beside me staring at Nicole is Harry and the two idiots behind me are Neville and Ron."

"As in Ron Weasley?" Blaise attributed this comment to the brunette #2 AKA Kelly. He rolled his eyes as both became enwrapped in each other. Jess and Alex laughed and the latter walked over to his side of the car and handed him a flyer.

"If you want to see us again, we are going to be here." He looked at the paper and noted the address to a coffeehouse dance party. He smiled back up to her and nodded. Alex looked across at Jess and motioned something and looked back at him. "Well, We shall get our friends unglued and let you go. See you later." She walked over and helped Jess convince the other two girls to leave. However, for Blaise, it was another few minutes before he got any response from Harry and he only got one word.

"Amarisa…"

La terre de bonnes nouvelles The earth of good news