A/N Well if you're here it means you liked the prologue, which is always good. And remember that if you haven't read the first story I will make it so that readers can understand what's going on! And thanks to my first reviewer, I appreciate you taking time to write, thanks for your comments, hope you keep reading!

Reunions

Harry and the nurse sat for quite a while talking about Harry's experiences over the last two months. About Harry finding all the Horcruxes and then tracking down Voldemort, how they met three times before he actually killed him. And all the while, Harry's memory of after the clash slowly came back.

He remembered being knocked back, seeing his life flash before his eyes. He remembered thinking that he had let everyone down, the whole world, and he thought to himself how he wouldn't ever be able to see Ginny again, after two years of being obsessed with finding Voldemort, he hadn't seen her since he said he would be back in a month or two… How little he knew back then… And as he remembered all these thoughts, he suddenly started re-living it all…

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

The two words were shouted at the same time, by the two people that mattered the most in the world. And Harry meant it.

He clung on for dear life, pushing back at the other curse that was flying towards him. One minute the blaze was pushing towards Harry, the next, towards Voldemort. Harry pushed as hard as he could, but he was losing his mind, it was wandering in places far away from the hatred he held, it was with Ginny, Ron and Hermione, he wondered what they were doing now, he had been told they were working for the order, but where? He hoped they were ok…

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, about ten metres away from where he has been standing. There was smoke all around, he could hardly see, he felt like he was going to die. As he struggled for his last breath, a single breath longer, he thought how the wizarding and muggle world alike would both now crumble, all because he couldn't keep his mind on the task in hand, he had to think of Ginny, oh, Ginny… He'd never see her again now for sure, that life was a dead memory, lost in the many memories he had of hate, death, heartbreak, all caused by one man, who was laughing at him this very second.

"No," Harry said to himself.

He stood up in all the smoke, ready to be struck straight back down, but he didn't care. He pointed his wand the direction he heard laughing, for it was only him and Voldemort, the two men that started it would finish it, die together.

"Avada Kadavra!" Harry shouted, suddenly the laughing stopped and he heard a thud on the floor. Voldemort was dead, and Harry fell on the floor, unconscious.

"That's an amazing story!" The nurse said, astonished at the bravery of Harry's story. "To think, you spend two years trying to find Horcuxes to kill his soul, then he almost kills you, and you think of a loved one to save your own life…"

She trailed off. Harry had not actually used the word 'Ginny' when telling the story, he wanted no one to know about his love for her until he knew she was alive.

"Has anyone come to see me while I've been here?" Harry asked, as to get his question subtly answered for him.

"Yes, three people have been here everyday, but we haven't been able to let them in. We were under strict orders that you weren't to be bothered except by me!" Her face lit up at her importance, but Harry was more interested in the three people.

"Did they leave names?" He asked, his voice raising.

"Yes, I got to know them quite well," The nurse replied, "Ron, Hermione and Ginny."

"Ginny," She moaned and turned over, "Ginny!"

Ron Weasley shook his sister awake. She looked up at him in the darkness.

"What time is it?" She croaked after a long sleep.

"Half six," Ginny groaned and put her head back under her pillow, "But Ginny! If you'd just listen to me…"

"I want sleep!" She said from under her pillow.

"Well Harry's not sleeping, he's not lazy!" Ron shouted in a whisper to her.

As quick as lightening Ginny's head popped out from under the pillow.

"He's awake?!"

She jumped from her bed at her brothers nod of the head, pulled open her curtains and ran to get changed, then realised she may as well do it with her wand, it was a lot quicker.

"Come on! She shouted at her brother, please let's go!" She pleaded.

"Well actually I thought I might make toast!" Ron said sarcastically.

Ginny pulled him out of the room, out of their house and they apparated outside the hospital where Harry laid unsuspecting in his bed. They made their way to his room, of which the blinds were closed so they couldn't see him. By this time it was seven o'clock, in the morning, and Ron doubted whether he would even be awake.

"Maybe we should leave it a bit, you know, I'll ring Hermione," He suggested, thinking that Harry wouldn't want to see them without Hermione, so that the whole trio could be together again.

Ginny nodded in agreement, however she was not really listening to the idea of calling Hermione, she was just interested in the not seeing him part. They had gotten all the way there, all be it in the space of half an hour, but she had suddenly realised how awkward this meeting would be. She had not seen Harry for just over two years; she needed to tell him so much stuff, important stuff at that, so many life issues that had affected HER life in the two years that had past. But how on earth to tell him after all that he had been through?

After their small, but still intimate, relationship in Harry's sixth year, Ginny's fifth, she could hardly get over him leaving, and it was even worse when he didn't come back. He had told her he would be back in a matter of months, then a long year rolled past, and the news of Dumbledore's death took the wizarding world by storm. They had met with Voldemort, not on purpose, he had just been there, and decided to finish Dumbledore off apparently, but then again eye witnesses for the Daily Prophet are nothing to go by.

Ginny and everyone on the good side thought that Harry was dead as well then, or that Voldemort had taken him to torture him, because he just disappeared after Dumbledore's death. Ginny had at least gotten a letter once every two months until then, then there was nothing, for a long, dragging year, nothing, not s single sign. When people finally sound him unconscious she guessed that for that previous year he was just heavily in hiding, no one would want to cross Voldemort with Dumbledore gone.

So after everything that had happened in the past two years for Harry, it was going to be hard enough just seeing Ginny, let alone hearing all her news.

She sat down in a chair after Ron had walked off to call Hermione, only to find both of them walking up to her two minutes later.

At Ginny's puzzled look, Hermione said, "I got a phone call; I was already on my way upstairs, getting ready to ring you two."

"Shall we go in then?" Ron said after a few minutes of silence.

"Well, I thought, it's a bit early isn't it?" Ginny said nervously.

"Ginny, you'll have to see him sometime, why don't you get it done with now?" Hermione said comfortingly, patting her on the shoulder.

"She's right Gin, I know you can do it, you're stronger than this," Ron said taking the other shoulder and pulling her gently through the door to Harry's room.

It seemed he was already awake. Harry was staring out of the window into the dim light sky. At the click of the door behind Hermione, he turned to look at them.

"Hi," He said, smiling.

A/N Hmmm, well I hope you liked it, it seems a bit al over the place to me, I'm really sorry about it. I will accept criticisms if you want to send any, but I want to write the next chapter now, so please review and thanks for reading.