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I've noticed alot of mistakes in my last chapter a bit too late. Sorry about that. ;[ My laptop is old, so it likes to have a mind of its own sometimes. Hopefully, it doesn't do it again.

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Harry stumbled as he rushed to the fallen body, sprawled so beautifully out on the dew morning grass. Everything ran in slow motion, lights streaking across the still darkened sky over his head, bodies either falling or waving their wands emitting those streaks. He dodged at times if one got too close, but the form his eyes were locked on never moved.

No. Please, Merlin, no.

He vaulted over a fallen Death Eater, narrowly getting hit by a stunning curse. Another bound and he was skidding to a stop on his knees, hands bringing the head of his beloved in his lap. His heart stopped. Amidst clammy red hair and a paling complexion, bright brown eyes gazed off to the side, loss of its familiar glint.

Harry just sat there, cradling the body, moving it closer into his hold, fingers threading through the silky, sweaty strands. The gold band of marriage glinted in the barrage of lights casting overhead. "Ginny," he choked, not wanting to let negative thoughts dawn in yet. She could just be sleeping.

With her eyes open.

"Ginny, love, wake up." His throat tightened, chest crushing at a sudden weight, his already perspired body becoming heated with passion. "Gi-Gi- No, don't you dare." He wrapped his arms around the limp form, head falling into the crook of her neck, feeling the cold sweat from his lover.

She still smelled like how she did when they were in bed just a few hours ago before the raid. The scent got caught in his nose and stubbornly wouldn't leave. Harry shook her, bringing his face up to watch hers.

She'll get up. She has to.

"Ginny! C'mon, stop playing around!" he cried out accusingly, tears steaming heavily at the edges of his eyes. "GINNY!"

Someone was calling from behind him. So what.

He continuously shook the form, angry now that his own wife would so such a thing to him. "Get up! You have to get up!" His voice grew hoarse, and the salty taste of tears hung at the sides of his mouth. He shook harder. Brown eyes continued to stare openly at the stars above them. She always did love the stars. "Ginny! Ginny! GINNY!" But, he wanted her to look at him now.

Harry fell onto the body, his legs wrapping her entirely, pulling her into a tight embrace. The body was losing its warmth. He'll keep it warm, then.

Harry screamed, cried shouted, gripped his wife with all of his love and hate, pouring out his very soul at what was becoming lost. He bellowed her name over and over, then whispered, "I love you. Don't do this. I love you. I love you. I love you. What about our children, hmm?"

He didn't know how long he was at it, only what seemed like his entire lifetime, shadows were circling around him. During his screaming rage of heartbreak, his glasses had fallen off. An arm reached out and he whipped his wand at it.

"STUPEFY! DON'T YOU FUCKING GET CLOSE!" He pulled Ginny into his chest, his wand sweeping at the bodies around them. His eyes were livid, and hurt. No, just hurt, as one of the silhouettes stepped in front of him and squatted, a familiar face coming into play. His wand dropped along with his heart. Every wall he had risen before the raid came crashing down.

"It's all right, Harry. Let's bring her home, shall we?" Dead. That's what the other's expressions were stating. Bring her home…dead. Harry lost it then, and slipped into absolute despair.

"Harry, it's going to be ok."

"NO! IT'S FUCKING NOT! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

"Harry.."

"GO AWAY! BRING GINNY BACK!"

"Harry…"

"GO…away-" He was trembling now, his body protecting his love. His heart. His heart now gone.

"Harry…"

"No."

"Harry.."

"Go away…"

"HARRY!"

Harry flew up from his sleep, colliding rather harshly into something hard square on his face, smashing his glasses into his eyes.

"OW! Dammit, Harry! What in the bloody hell?"

Harry groaned in unison with the voice who had spoken. He bent his head and covered it with his hands, one thumb and forefinger massaging at the base of his nose. It was then that he realized his eyes were wet and his face taunt. Crap. He had been crying in his sleep, again.

"Sorry," Harry murmured taking a short glance to his left hand, noticing only then the missing band of connection to Ginny before looking up to watch his best friend rubbing his face eagerly, probably trying to take away the pain from the collision. This made a certain pressure in his mind wear off. He had half the mind that he would awaken back at home, his future home.

Harry looked down and saw that someone had conveniently covered him with his blanket and whisked it off, swinging his legs off the bed and hung his feet over the edge. Wow, he was short at this age.

Ron finally stopped his moaning and peered over his hands still plastered to his face. His eyes narrowed at his friend. Harry averted his eyes to floor, biting his lower lip. He felt like fourteen all over again.

Haha, irony.

The red-head spoke first. "You all right, mate? Had a nasty dream, I could hear. Shouting and spouting out something about Ginny, and when I came over to you, you were practically gushing out tears like a damn sad bloke, clinging your blanket and all."

"Wh-what did I say?" Harry rose his eyes from the floor to his friend, brows bunching in worriment that he probably spoke aloud Ginny's death. That wouldn't do.

Ron only shrugged, rubbing four fingers, two from each hand, up and down the bridge of his nose, eyes going cross to watch. "Dunno, mate. I wasn't really paying attention until I heard you shout my sister's name." He turned his eyes to Harry's, narrowing again. "You weren't -"

"No! God, Ron, no," Harry sat up straight and rose his hands in defense. Well, actually, him and Ginny already had children.

Oh, no. Harry had forgotten about them. But, they didn't exist. Or did they still in some other dimension? Was there a Harry there to be a father? He got lost in his thoughts and was brought back by Ron taking a seat next to him, the bed sinking with the weight. He looked up expectant.

His red-haired friend began questioning about the night before, Harry doing his best to answer without giving away too much. He spoke of everything that he had told Dumbledore and the others, but nothing that could reveal his true purpose here. And definitely not how he ended up…

Harry's eyes widened, mouth agape as the sudden realization plummeted into his stomach. He was just in the middle of explaining to Ron of the Occlumency lessons and how much 'fun' it had been being slammed into a cabinet. The thought came out of the blue, but it was something that had nagged at the edge of his mind. He knew the difference between Hermione's Time Turner and the sand timer he came into contact with.

Ron snapped a finger in his face which jolted his body back to the present. "Oye, mate, you sure you all right?" Blue eyes interrogated his friend, visibly concerned. "Maybe we should get down to breakfast. Food's always good for the spirit, they say."

Harry shook his head, scoffing. "S'what your mum says, you mean." Ron gave him a playful punch to his shoulder before standing up. Harry frowned. Ron's feet could touch the ground even while sitting on his bed. Only his toes could reach the bloody floor. Damn, stupid non-growth spurt. For a second, Harry pondered if there was such thing as a growth potion.

After a few more encourages from Ron, he finally got off his bed and got ready for the day, relishing in how much he missed the dorms. The sun was shining brightly through the windows, thought most of the beds were already empty, save Seamus. He was still snuggled in his beddings. Harry wondered vaguely why, as today was a free day. Most of the boys normally took as much sleep-in as possible.

Harry smirked, shrugging on his robes. Ever since he had gotten married, there was hardly any time to sleep those precious eight hours. He checked himself in the mirror, gave a small smile at the reflection, then hurried down the stairs after his best friend, coming to an abrupt halt at the bottom.

Glistening long red hair met his eyes at first, then with a quick fwssh his heart stopped. The smile given to him made it beat again with renewed energy. He found himself grinning stupidly right back. She held out her hand and he took it instantly, not wanting to waste any time whatsoever.

"Breakfast?" the heavenly voice cooed and Harry nodded, taking note of his best friend gawking, disbelief and shock written on his face and open mouth. He smirked, allowing the woman of his dreams, and nightmares [but Harry pushed those negative thoughts to the side], to guide him to the Great Hall. Before the portrait closed behind him, he caught Hermione also standing just as bewildered at the two leaving, Ron turning to her to question, no doubt, if she knew about this. Then it was just him and his future wife. He squeezed her hand, and she did, too in return.

"Harry, could you stop staring? Please?" Oh, her voice begging was something Harry missed so much. He only could stare at her more from across the table, watching her lips move as she chewed, her fingers enveloping a biscuit and bringing it to her plate, plopping it so delicately. He gulped, watching her hands thread through her long hair before rising her eyes up into his, his heart slamming into its now usual rhythm each time she did that.

It's because her eyes are no longer dead. That's what you've always wanted.

Ginny flushed, smiled, lidding her eyes and shaking her head. It caused a wave of red to cascade over her shoulders. Harry reached over and twirled a small section of her hair onto his finger and brought it to his lips, watching her watching him. He grinned at her stunned reaction, her face becoming the same color swirled around his fingertip.

Ginny sucked in her bottom lip and tore her eyes from the scene, placing her fork to the side. Harry freed the captive strands and went back to leaning his chin on his hands, gazing at the live beauty before him. Yes, he was going to make things right, now.

"Harry, I think you have some explaining to do." Harry almost cursed aloud at being interrupted, but held it in, turning to Hermione with a raised brow. She rolled her eyes, plopping down exasperatedly. "Ron-"

"Is coming," Ginny concluded, nodding at the entrance way where the boy marched through, his face contorted in an unreadable expression. She turned to Harry, offering a small smile. "Don't worry, I can handle my brother." Harry didn't argue, pulling himself up straight as Ron drew nearer, pausing beside his sister, then sliding in next to her.

Ron didn't look at Harry for a long time, but Harry kept his eyes locked on his friend, wanting to get this over with. Finally, blue eyes rose to meet his and Harry smiled. "Is it all right? I love her, Ron. I love her very much." He had been thinking this whole time what to say.

And what better than to speak the truth?

While Ginny had dropped her jaw to the confession not even made to her yet, his friend contemplated him, trying to read his inner thoughts. The two girls kept casting glances to each other and between the boys, wondering if they would need to intervene. Then Ron broke into a wide grin. "Of course, mate!" He reached across and slapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the immense burden on his back to dissipate. Harry smiled, finding that everything was going so smoothly it seemed heaven did exist.

"You better treat her good, though," Ron continued, pointing his finger at his now on the way to be brother-in-law. "I won't give you any exceptions, even if you are my best mate, if you treat her wrong."

Harry only laughed. "I will take care of her, even if it means my life."

Everyone stopped there, the surprise of Harry Potter committing himself to someone like this, at such an early age, and early stage for Ginny, was undeniably unbelievable. Ron only nodded, averting his eyes from those honest-to-God emerald orbs. "Right. That's all I ask. Well, not your life, I mean…you know, uh, yah, you know what I mean."

Ginny giggled, her brown eyes catching Harry's and she swore that the pull he was giving was certainly strange, like he had known her for most of her life. As if she were his life. She cleared her throat. That was a scary thought.

The four finished their breakfast, Harry retelling his story from the time he noticed something was wrong with Krum [here, Ron made a noise and Hermione nudging him to shut up], and then him and Cedric both grabbing the cup, to the revealing of Barty Crouch Junior, and then Snape forcing himself into his head.

At this part, Ron and Hermione chimed in their two cents; Ron arguing that the greasy git had no right to infiltrate his mind, Hermione seeing it as a better stand against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Ginny just listened, her hands intertwined with Harry's across the table, the dishes long disappeared.

They talked about what Voldemort would be planning next, Hermione betting her life on the fact he was going to do something even more drastic and for Harry to be extra careful. Harry only nodded.

Green eyes flickered back and forth between his two friends, noticing the difference from his time, to now. They were kids. He, Harry, was kid…again. He concentrated his sight at the hands in his, rubbing his thumb along the smooth skin. He thought briefly on his conclusion to the Time Turner and his time object.

Harry went through the day avoiding as much people as possible, though had run into Cedric who thanked him in silence and believed every word about You-Know-Who being back. The Hufflepuff wanted to talk more, but Harry told him he would share before school ended, which was in a week.

Everyone was seeing The-Boy-Who-Lived in a higher light. No news had gone around yet about the dealings with the strange occurrences that happened in the maze, Harry supposedly saving Cedric, and that a certain professor wasn't really their professor, but a different note had chimed amongst the student body: Harry Potter had shared the cup with Cedric Diggory. Or the other way around. The blasted Rita Skeeter's fault.

It didn't matter. Gryffindors saw it as a way of bonding. They were, after all, from the same school. Ravenclaws shrugged their shoulders, noting that no matter who, Hogwarts still won. Hufflepuffs admired the two, a bit too much. Slytherins, well, Slytherins will always be their Slytherinistic selves, giving cat calls behind him, whistling in an obscene way, or screeching in a sing-song voice, "Harry and Cedric standing in a maze, Harry letting Cedric have his ways~"

"Bet you shared more than just the Triwizard Cup, eh, Potter?"

"Haha! Looky at Potter, groveling on the ground, begging Cedric to give you some of the fame?"

There was a huge grammatical error in that stupid song they made, but he was too boiled up and wanting to curse the next green tart who sang that in his face one more time to give a shit.

He was walking in the hallways on his own now, Ginny getting pulled away by her friends to finish up some kind of project for their Transfiguration class, Hermione no doubt buried under a stack of books in the library reading up on Occlumency and Legilimency with Krum, and Ron flauntering about with that veela chick.

Harry didn't notice, but he had somehow made his way down to Hagrid's hut. He ventured off the path, not really wanting to talk to anyone yet, especially since there wasn't much to say. He needed to think. Lifting his hood over his head, Harry made his way behind his big friend's home, heading into the forest.

He strode through the open space between the trees and to the area where Hagrid had first showed them a Hippogriff. It seemed like forever since Harry had had such an experience with the majestic beast. Grinning, he recalled the flying sensation so much better than riding a broom, not that it made flying his broomstick any less exhilarating.

He stopped where he knew the Hippogriff and himself stood, staring each at each other. With a flick of his cloak and a swish of his hood, Harry sat cross-legged on the ground, robe spilling around him, head bent up to meet with the sun rays shining through the leaves. The warmth brushed past his cheeks, heated his wire-rimmed glasses, seeped into his scalp, down his back, across his arms, and all around him.

Ginny was alive, smilling . Cedric was alive. He was no longer 29 and a widower, but 14 and in the throes of dating. He glanced down at himself, fully noticing how scrawny he was. The lean muscles he had gained from auror training and carrying child after child, playing Quidditch with Ron and their other friends from the Ministry were gone, replaced with.. Harry pinched his skin, meeting bone instantly. Great. He must look like some skinny, weak bloke now.

Harry drew his bottom lip in between in his teeth. He had Occlumency lessons tonight. And every night until it was time to return home. He had made show of navigating through the halls to avoid a certain black-draping form, which he almost whacked into were it not for his Seeker reflexes. Maybe he shouldn't go to those blasted lessons?

Oh, fuck. I forgot about the Dursley's. He groaned aloud, sighing.

A cry screeched through the trees and Harry rose his head, viewing a snowy white owl who had been his companion since day one at Hogwarts in the blue sky overheard. She was heading to the Owlery, but suddenly nose-dived towards her master who was standing at the ready, arms out-stretched. Water brimmed in his eyes as Hedwig spread her wings and landed perfectly onto her master's arm, his free hand brushing her head instinctively.

Falling to the ground on his knees, the young Gryffindor buried his face into her feathers. The owl hooted affectionately, nipping gently at the stray strands risen on the boy's head. "Hedwig," he breathed into her chest, rising to place a small peck on her crown. "Oh, Merlin, I've missed you."

He pulled away and petted her, her wings fluttering, claws adjusting themselves on his arm. She could feel something wrong, but decided not to peck her master about it. He knelt there, staring at his precious friend back from the dead, petting her with feverish care, his tears pearling below his chin, splashing softly onto his jeans.

Finally, what seemed more than just half an hour, Harry dropped his petting hand to where a small rolled up parchment dangled, having neglected it to refill his loss with the beautiful owl. She stuck out her foot, and Harry obliged, fumbling with it as he untied it with one set of fingers.

The note freed, Hedwig hooted, ruffled her feathers, nipped Harry's nose and took off, no doubt wanting something to stave her hunger after a flight. He gazed after her, mesmerized by the pure beauty and stance of his owl, gliding across the sky effortlessly.

Harry slowly and regrettably turned his attention back to the parchment which began to unroll itself slightly after the ties dropped off. He pursed his lips and opened it.

Congrats!

Even after I said not to use your friend, she appeared at my door just the other day, pecking me to death. No matter, you have done well, my boy. Make sure you go to your lessons. Knowing you, you're probably thinking of a way to excuse from them. Don't. I'll be seeing you sooner than you think.

Use a school owl next time.

-Padfoot

Harry stared blankly at the hastily scrawled script, another wave of nostalgia busting its way through Harry's chest. He coughed, sputtered, knuckled up his glasses to wipe grudgingly against the newly brimmed tears. How many times has he cried already?

He's alive. He's bloody alive!

Harry already knew this, because his godfather hadn't died until the coming year when he would stupidly follow after a ghost of Sirius played out by that evil prick. Not this time.

He folded the letter neatly, fondly, and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans, releasing a much needed sigh. The action brought a tremulous amount of weight on his shoulders to lift. His mind was set once again, inhaling the summer air whispering through the forest. He unfastened his robe and allowed it to fall, fluttering to the ground gracefully as his arms stretched out to his sides, head bent back to take in the sun.

The wind picked up as if on cue, rustling the fallen robes, whipping his untamed hair around, shirt flapping against his skin. He felt free for the first time in a long time. He lidded his green eyes from the glare bouncing off his spectacles, allowing himself to just feel the landscape around him.

Harry was so entrapped in himself that he didn't notice a certain dark form watching him off to the side behind the shadows of the trees, hidden from any sunlight, a tentative hand reaching out to claw at the tree it stood behind. Lips pulled back, showing a row of crooked, yellow-stained teeth, sneering, a wand pointed at the blissful Boy-Who-Lived.

A~N: I'm trying to get to the Snarry! Be patient! Dx This is proving harder than I thought~