A/N Ok guys, here's the thing, I usually write back to reviews in the next chapter if you get me, but I only just got all my reviews from chapter 3 onwards today!! HOW RANDOM!! So I'm really sorry I haven't said thanks to any of the reviewers, I thought no one liked my story!! I hope I get them quicker from now on! Fan fiction must have been having an off couple of weeks! But yeah, thanks to SierraPotter for all your loyal reviews, and Jason, for reviewing earlier chapters, and MegaMegan. I really don't understand why I didn't get the reviews until now, I have 15!!! Oh well, thanks anyways and I'll carry on with the story now (which is almost over by the way).
The Real World
"Shut up Ginny! He's not going to die!"
"But he's been like this for so long!"
"Listen! Even if he did die I'd be more upset than you so shut it!"
"Ron! He moved!"
"I saw! Nurse! Healer! Anyone!"
"Ron?" Harry whispered breathlessly.
"Mate! Harry mate!" Ron shouted in excitement.
Harry didn't open his eyes, he didn't have the energy; but he heard a door open and people bustle in.
"No way!" Ron shouted, "Not this many people! One Healer will do now get out!"
"What if we were to say you're not a relative? So you get out?" A loud woman said.
"I'm the closest thing to family he's got, and this is my sister!" Ron shouted back, "Now, you lot, out!"
Harry heard the door open and slam shut again and then something touched his arm and a deep voiced man said, "Mr Potter? Can you hear me Mr Potter?"
"Yeah…" Harry replied.
"Can you open you eyes for me?" The Healer asked.
"No," He replied, feeling as though he was getting weaker.
"Mr Potter?" A woman said.
Harry heard a loud beeping and then heard it fade out to nothing…
He opened his eyes and saw a tall, muscular red head sitting next to the bed. His vision was blurred at first but it quickly came into focus and he saw Ron sleeping on a chair, looking dreadfully uncomfortable.
"Ron?" Harry croaked. Then, clearing his throat, he tried again, "Ron," He said firmly.
Ron jolted awake and almost fell to the floor.
"Ginny!" He shouted before seeing Harry.
He soon looked up and saw Harry smiling at him, "Harry!"
"You ok?" Harry asked, trying to make small talk.
"I'm fine mate! How are you feeling?" Ron almost squealed out he was so excited, "We've been beside ourselves!"
"Wo," Harry laughed, "You've been spending too much time with Hermione!" He paused as Ron turned red and then carried on, "No, I feel fine, what's been going on? You thought I was going to die?" He asked, remembering the conversation he had heard, he didn't know how long before.
"No!" Ron said, "Ginny thought you were going to die, I knew you'd be ok!"
"Glad to know she thinks I'm that weak!" Harry replied sarcastically.
Ron looked away and came back with a slight change of subject to avoid the topic of Ginny. "So you heard us that day then? We thought you were going to wake up; you said my name a few times. And you spoke to the Healer, but you wouldn't open your eyes and then…"
"Then what?" Harry asked.
"Then you stopped breathing. The Healer said it was tough ground, he didn't know if you'd make it through the night," Ron explained sadly.
"Oh…" Harry considered this; maybe he was weak after all… "How long ago was that?" He asked.
"Three days ago," Ron answered.
There was a short silence as the two friends were lost in their thoughts. Harry didn't know what Ron was thinking about, but his head was filled with questions: Did anyone know that Voldemort was dead? How long had it been since Harry actually killed him? Why was he so ill in the first place?
Harry couldn't be bothered to wait anymore to find these things out, so he started to ask. "Ron, how long have I been in here?"
"About two weeks," He answered, "That's why Ginny thought you were done for, it had been over a week when we had that argument you heard, then when you stopped breathing that day, and she was terrified."
Harry nodded and went on; "Who knows about Voldemort? Am I going to get bombarded with reporters?"
Ron shook his head, "I really don't know. I haven't been out of here much but Hermione says the Prophet has been writing articles about it since we brought you in here. I think everyone has worked it out; I mean, there have been a few Death Eater attacks but that's because they're angry, and there haven't been half as many as when Voldemort was alive. Then of course news got out that you were unconscious in here, and people started to suspect you two had had a big fight off. But none of us have spoken about it. I don't know what the Death Eaters we caught have said. All I know is they're all in Azkaban."
Ron finished and Harry sat in silence for a few minutes mulling it over in his head. Now that he thought about it, he really didn't want people to know, because that meant that he wouldn't have a normal life ever again, not saying that it was anywhere near normal anyway; but now he would be giving interviews every hour of every day and goodness knew what else.
"So," Harry said, moving on to another question, "Why am I here? What happened to me?"
"Well, what can you remember?" Ron said.
"I remember killing Voldemort, not wanting to leave, and then getting drowsy. That's about it," Harry answered.
"Well, that's what happened," Ron explained, "We took you back to Hogwarts; we just thought you must have had no energy left. But then after one day Madame Pomfrey said there was something more wrong, and she wanted to know what had happened, but we wouldn't tell her. Then we brought you here and the Healers wanted to know what happened so that you could have proper treatment for it. But we didn't tell them either, we didn't know if you wanted to tell people just yet," Harry laughed a little at this; it didn't matter if he WANTED people to know or not, they would anyway. "So we don't actually know what's wrong with you. But Hermione thinks that some of you has gone a bit pear-shaped. And Hermione is usually right."
"What does she mean? Pear-shaped?" Harry asked.
"Well, you had a connection with him didn't you? And she thinks that when you killed him, you just felt a bit empty because the connection you had was dead. But she's not saying a part of you is dead. You just need to get used to how it used to be, before Voldemort came back to full power. You're the same person, Harry."
"Yeah, it does make sense I guess," Harry thought out loud, "I guess that's why I didn't want to leave him; why I had mixed emotions. I wanted to watch him rot but I did feel a little strange. But don't worry, I'm not going to be the next Voldemort!" He joked.
"No one thinks you are!" Ron laughed.
They sat laughing for a moment, and Harry felt amazing. Laughter was the one thing he hadn't done for a long, long time, and it was the one thing that he had really needed in the past few months. But he had been so obsessed with killing Voldemort that he didn't have time for laughter, or his friends. But now he was going to make it up to them.
As their laughter died down, the door to Harry's room burst open and Hermione came rushing in, followed by Ginny.
"HARRY!" Hermione squealed and ran over to hug him. "You're ok! You're alright!"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied happily, "I don't feel any different than I did back in first year!"
"Oh Harry!" She shouted gleefully, "I'm so glad you're ok!"
Harry smiled at her and then looked over to the red haired girl in the corner by the door. "Hey Gin," He said quietly.
"I'm glad you're better," She whispered back.
Harry had a confused smile on his face but thanked her all the same. However, he didn't think anything more of Ginny's bizarre greeting, as they all sat there talking for hours on end. Harry's Healer had been in and asked them to get out four times before they actually did, and by that time it was very dark and Harry was very tired.
"We'll see you tomorrow then mate!" Ron called as he walked out of the door.
"Take care Harry!" Hermione shouted backwards at him as she, too, left.
Before Ginny walked out there was a silence that filled the air, and Harry noticed it more than anything else that had struck him as different that day.
Slowly Ginny walked towards the door with her head down. She had hardly said anything the whole time she had been there, and Harry could tell that she tried to leave a number of times during the course of the day.
"Ginny?" His quiet voice obviously made her jump as she turned to him before opening the door. "Is everything ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" She replied weakly.
"Well, you just haven't said much all day and…" Harry trailed off; the not-talking spoke for itself.
"Oh, sorry," She said, turning to the door again.
"No, Gin, don't go," He said sadly.
"Why?" She snapped; a snap that Harry hadn't been expecting.
"Well, I… I haven't spoken to you much…" He replied worriedly.
"Then maybe you should talk to me more than Hermione!" She shouted at him.
"What?" Harry suppressed the urge to laugh.
"Don't think I can't see it!" Ginny shouted at him, walking over to his bed, "You and Hermione, having a great time! And before the fight! You kissed her and told her you loved her!"
"What? Gin, are you jealous?" He couldn't help but giggle this time.
"No!" She replied quickly. "No… I, I'm worried about Ron…"
"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! I won't let you steal his girlfriend. Especially when they're so meant for each other!"
"Ginny, I'd never dream of getting with Hermione, I wouldn't hurt Ron like that," Harry said after stopping the laughter, adding, "Or you."
"Me?" Ginny made herself sound so shocked that her voice squeaked like a mouse, "What makes you think I'd care?!"
"I saw the way you looked at me when I said that to Hermione. But Gin, she's like my sister, sometimes even a bloody mother…" Harry trailed off, the smile sliding off his face in an instant.
He'd forgotten all about his parents deaths, and Dumbledore, and Sirius. He was so happy that he had finally killed Voldemort that he had almost forgotten about his losses. Who was he going to celebrate with now? Other than Ron and Hermione? They would go home to their parents and celebrate. Where would he go? Not even one relative would care at all about him. The only relatives he had left were muggles, and he'd only met them once; they were called the Dursley's; both of his parents hated them, so he hated them as well.
"Harry…" Ginny softly sat on the edge of his bed and took his hand.
"I think you should go," Harry whispered.
"What?" She replied, obviously shocked, "Why?"
"You're just upsetting me, please leave."
Ginny waited a moment but when Harry turned his head away she stood up to leave. He couldn't believe what had just happened; he was so happy, then all of a sudden his happiness crashed down around him.
He sat there in his bed for a few hours alone before he fell asleep, considering everything that had happened since the start of his seventh year. His life had never changed so much so quickly before, it was unbelievable. At the start of the year he had had everything, two parents who loved him, a godfather who loved him, a girlfriend who loved him, and a headmaster who probably also loved him like a grandson. Now he had nothing. No one loved him anymore. He had nothing to live for anymore.
A/N Poor Harry, he's killed his life-long enemy and yet he STILL hates his life. Bless him. Wonder what he will do? Please review!
