"It means me, doesn't it?" Miles asked Dumbledore as soon as his office doors were closed. Lily placed a hand on his shoulder but he shook it off. "DOESN'T IT?" he shouted. Little Harry began to cry.

"Miles, I know this must be hard for you-" Dumbledore started but Miles cut him off.

"No, hard doesn't cover it. Its loosing everyone you've ever cared about because you were born, its fighting as hard as you can with tears clouding your vision, its watching everyone who gave a DAMN about you fall one by one. It's being teased with this happy life, and now I'm going to have to watch it fall around me ALL OVER AGAIN!"

"Harry," James said, using his real name and crouching down to his level, "it's going to be ok, we're not going to die this time. He won't be a threat till you're seventeen so we have fourteen years head start; that has to count for something."

"It won't matter. It never does. IT'S NOT FAIR," Miles began to cry. "I want to go back to where I'm from again, he's gone there, maybe everyone else went with him but that just means I won't have to see them die again." James bundled the three-year old to his chest and rocked him back and forth.

"Shh, its going to be all right, you'll see, everything will be just fine," he murmured to his son. Sirius and Melody walked in quietly and Minerva walked out, believing they needed some time alone, Albus popped another lemon drop.

"Do you think it could have worked out between me and Ginny if I was at home? Do you think I would have had something to live for? I want to go back, I don't want to be the 'Chosen One' anymore; I did that already, and it wasn't fun. I want to be just Harry, or Miles, whatever; I just want to be me. I don't want to save people anymore, it hurts too much."

Melody crouched down to his level too, reached into her robes and pulled out some multi-colored lollipops. She gave one to Miles as he continued to cry, "I want to go home, I want to go home." Harry's world went black.

He woke up to the all-too-familiar white walls of the hospital ward with a groan. Looking to his left he saw a red-head sitting her watch on a chair. She shifted a bit as he moaned.

"Please tell me it was a dream, Mum." He got out through his very parched throat.

The red-head woke up and looked at him, "Harry, you're awake," she smiled, and Harry noticed that something was a little off. She didn't have green eyes. Not again.

"Gah!" he shouted, while pushing himself away from her, and effectively pushing himself off the bed and to the floor with a thunk. Her eyes began to tear up a bit, why do girls always do this around me?

He looked down at himself, as Ginny began to apologize for over reacting on their anniversary while checking him over for signs of damage. Which is about when he noticed it, "I'm not three anymore?"

Ginny looked at him with worry in his eyes, and Harry could have sworn she whispered something like, "Must be after effects of the coma," under her breath. "No shit Sherlock," was what she said out loud.

"It was a dream then?" he asked quietly.

"I'm not quiet sure what you're talking about Harry, so I think it was, you've been here since the final battle. Poppy wasn't sure if you'd ever wake up. I know I've been a bitch, Har, but I've missed you so much and I'm so sorry. I know their deaths weren't your fault I just needed someone to blame and I'm sooo sorry."

"I guess it was just a dream then," he said, allowing Ginny to put him back on his bed as he struggled against tears, not really paying attention to what Ginny was babbling about, "a strange mixture of my hopes and fears," his eyes turned a bit glassy.

"Harry?"

"Yeah Gin?"

"What's this?" she pointed to a multi-colored lollipop that was on his bed. He picked it up carefully. Melody? Then, the lights that ran on the magic inside Hogwarts began to flicker, much like electrical lights do during a severe storm.

"Well this can't be good," Harry murmured, while undoing the wrapping on the lollipop, inspecting it in the flickering lights and placing it in his mouth.