Sry, forgot to do this in my first chapter, my first fic so if you see anything like this please correct me, but: These Characters In This Story Don't Belong To Me. I Don't Own the Places Or The Spells, Anything Familiar Like This Belongs To JKR. Anything Unfamiliar Is Mine MWAHAHAHA
When Harry woke up this time he knew that it had to be Ginny lying across him, which was obvious for two reasons. One, he was in the infirmary at Hogwarts, where he would have been brought immediately after he had collapsed during the final battle. This meant it was over, once and for all, and, if Ginny was back with him, maybe living wouldn't be quiet so bad. This also meant that whatever that dream thing was with his parents was obviously something very delusional and stress induced, or at least he hoped (he didn't bother trying to look for reasons that this wouldn't be Ginny, that would be just asking for trouble). Reason Two was that her hair smelled the same.
He himself felt a little awkward, he felt a bit taller in a way. He shrugged; maybe he was just tanked up on potions. Madam Pomfrey out did herself this time, he felt spick and span already.
Ginny woke up as she felt him stir and began to kiss along his collar bone, where her mouth was conveniently located. "Mm, Ginny, that feels nice," he murmured, if his voice sounded a little weird to him, he ignored it, "I'm glad you're back." She instantly stopped kissing him, and he instantly felt the loss of it.
"Baby," the red head said, sounding slightly annoyed in a tone that was more than slightly off, "You know I don't like it when you joke like that." Harry froze.
"What do you mean?" He asked slowly, carefully.
"The whole, say someone else's name thing. It's not funny; I know you know it's me."
"Gin-Gin?" he asked, uncertain. This caused Lily Potter to raise her head off his chest, annoyance sketched into her face.
"No, James, you big prat, it's me, Lily." Harry was torn for a moment, only a moment, and then anger ripped through him. He pushed her off him forcefully, and she fell off the bed and to the floor. Harry was disgusted to notice that she was still wearing only a large t-shirt. He wiped the spot where she had kissed him with the blanket from the cot.
"I have no idea what the Hell gives you the right to pull something like this but I want you out! NOW!" Harry yelled at her, pointing aggressively to emphasize his point. It soon became obvious where he had gotten his temper from because Lily did not take this demand well.
"And I have no idea what the Hell gives you the right to push me like that! What is wrong with you?" Lily demanded.
"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you? You impersonate my DEAD mother, start seducing me and expect some sort of welcome wagon, I think not!" Harry shot back.
"Your dead mother? I'm your wife, James Harold Potter. But if this is how you act I doubt that title will hold for too much longer! You pig-headed bastard!" she shouted back, close to tears now.
"Oh, here comes the water works, bursting into tears won't do you much good, you mimicking whore!" This new accusation did manage to push Lily to tears. "You know, I'm going to do one last thing before I die, and it'll be making sure you get properly punished for trying something this cruel," Harry began to walk towards the door, not even noticing Madam Pomfrey, looking quite young, who was too shocked to speak but standing and watching from the door of her office.
"James, if you walk out right now don't expect me to forgive you, ever," Lily stated calmly despite the tears dripping down her face like water from a broken faucet.
Harry stopped, turned around and faced her, ignoring the pain of his heart being ripped out, "Just drop the act, I can see right though it." With that said the savior of the world turned on his heel and headed off to the Headmistresses Office to find Professor McGonagall, who had taken over the school after Dumbledore's demise. He heard a fresh round of sobs break out as he entered the corridors and left the medical ward.
The first strange thing he noticed was the gargoyle that protected the entrance to the Head's office still had its head, which had been decapitated during the Final Siege. Harry simply shrugged it off as a repair job done by Professor McGonagall; she was more than capable of handling something like this. Still, it made things more difficult as he now needed a password to get in.
With a heavy sigh he began guessing names of famous witches and wizards, getting more and more frustrated with every passing minute until he kicked the stone beast right where his balls would have been had the gargoyle been a human and alive. This only resulted in a toe which Harry assumed to be efficiently broken. "Stupid beast," he muttered darkly, "It was a lot easier when Dumbledore was in charge, then all you had to say was a sweet like Gummy Bears." To Harry's utmost surprise, this worked and the stone beastie jumped aside allowing Harry to climb up the stairs to the Headmistress' door. Harry shrugged the password off too, chalking it up to a tribute to Albus. He didn't bother knocking; figuring the second time savior of the world was more than welcome behind the door.
Waiting inside was a surprise that far outweighed those before it, and thus could not be disregarded. Sitting in a comfy chair behind a desk that held multiple delicate and silver objects that Harry could have sworn he broke at the end of his fifth year was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall was off to the side looking as unsurprised as one could look when considering that she was standing next to a man whose funeral she had attended roughly a year back. His dead guardian's long fingers met in a steeple, "Now James, it is rather rude to burst in without knocking." Harry's mouth fell open and he swayed on his feet for a moment or two before fainting.
Harry's head was throbbing, he briefly wondered what he had drunk last night and how much of it before recent events came flooding back to him. He groaned and opened his eyes. Professor McGonagall was standing over him. "Mr. Potter, are you okay?" she asked briskly.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said groaning again, "but I had the weirdest dream. First I woke up next to my Mum in Godric's Hollow the night that, you know, when everything happened. Then I woke up in the infirmary with an imposter of my Mum lying on top of me! I thought it was Ginny at first but I guess she still hates me because of Ron. And then I came here and I could have sworn I saw Dumbledore sitting behind your desk. Maybe all the strain finally got to me, Professor." Minnie looked down at Harry with an odd look in her eyes.
"My dear boy, what are you rambling about? Who's Ginny and Ron? And why wouldn't Professor"- she emphasized those words. –"Dumbledore be sitting behind his desk. I think your right about one thing the strain has gotten to you."
"There's no doubt about that," a curt voice said from the corner, "And I, too, would like to know who this 'Ginny' is." Harry raised his head and looked towards the voice. Lily, now fully dressed, was holding a little boy with shockingly emerald eyes who was grabbing onto her red hair. She was now in control of her tears despite her eyes being red and puffy. To her left Dumbledore looked on in amusement.
Harry focused on McGonagall, this way he could pretend the rest wasn't there and he wasn't going insane. "Professor, what, perchance is the date?" he asked her.
"Why James, it's 1981."
"Oh, of course," Harry said before promptly fainting again.