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Okay, I'm pretty sure I know what you guys are thinking. How on earth can that be possible? Was I dreaming again?

But nope, here he was, standing right in front of me, complete with flesh, blood, and cute nineteen year old looks.

It was him after all this time. It wasn't just a look alike. This was actually Harry, with wire-rimmed glasses, bright green eyes, crooked smile, and lightening bolt scar.

And for the strangest reason . . . I was angry. No. Angry wasn't a good word. I was dead mad. Steam coming out of my ears mad. I could feel my cheeks getting hot with each passing second, my eyes narrowing to slits.

Harry finally seemed to notice. His smile dropped quickly, his eyes wide with confusion. "Kat, what's – wait where are you going?"

I had pushed past him, shoving my way through the crowded store. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and I felt oddly suffocated in the large shop. Harry was behind me. I could hear him saying 'excuse me' to the people he bumped by, calling my name.

I burst through the front door of the store, taking in a deep breath of air. Quickly, I hurried back down the street, back towards my hotel, hoping that Harry wouldn't be able to catch up to me.

But he did (damn Quidditch training), grabbing onto to my arm and pulling me around. "Katrina, want on earth is wrong with you?"

"Let go of me," I said, yanking on my arm. "I said, let go of me Harry Potter! I can't believe you! You're – you're alive!"

"I thought that you'd be happy!" Harry said, still holding onto my arm.

"Happy? Harry, you've been alive for a year and you haven't even tried to make contact with me, at all!"

"Will you keep your voice down?"

"I will not keep my voice down, Harry James Potter! You are such a bloody – a bloody cad!" I yanked my arm away from him and continued down the street. He caught up with me rather quickly though (once again; DAMN Quidditch training), grabbing my arm again and pulling me into an empty alleyway.

"Kat if you'd just let me explain --!"

"Why don't you let me explain for you, yeah?" I said, shaking him off of me again. "Last year, July 31st you were killed, or so we all thought. Instead your body just disappeared, leaving behind only your wand. So, what happened then, Harry? Did you wake up here in New York City and just decide not to come back home? Did you decide that you liked it here better? Did you decide that you were better off without Ron and Hermione? Without me?"

"NO! Kat that's not it at all!"

"Do you realize how much I suffered after you 'died'?" I was crying now but I didn't care. I had dreamt about this moment, dreamt that Harry and I would one day meet again. But I had been fairly sure that would be wherever he was (heaven or wherever), not in beautiful New York City. "Do you realize, Harry, how much I cried and how much I sleep I lost and how much food I didn't eat? All because I loved you! And I could have sworn you felt the same way!"

"Kat, please, just listen to me, please!"

"I don't want to listen to you Harry! I don't want to listen to you, I don't want to talk to you, and right now, I don't want to see you! Just – just go away, okay?"

I turned and ran out of the alley, leaving him and heading back to my hotel. My heart hurt in my chest and my breathing was shallow. I thanked Merlin for keeping Harry from running after me again.

When I woke in the morning it was to a lovely white, red, yellow, and pink rose bouquet.

I do love you. I never stopped.