Harry's eyes opened. The place was familiar to him, having visited it not long before. He gazed around. His eyes fell on a man walking towards him. It was Dumbledore.

"Am I dead?" Harry asked.

"Are you going to ask me this every time?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Are you anticipating a next time?" Harry raised an eyebrow. Dumbledore merely laughed, his eyes twinkling. "So what happened? Are we in the border line again?"

"We are in the border line," Dumbledore nodded. "I will not lie. At this moment, you are dying."

"What?" Harry breathed.

"When you used Tego texi tectum and the Killing Curse while duelling with Voldemort, you drained your magic."

"All of it?" Harry wondered.

"No, almost all of it. There is a little bit left and that magic is what's trying to keep you alive. You are dying," Dumbledore said.

"I understood the first time you said it," Harry replied dully.

Dumbledore smiled. "You have a choice."

"How much time do I have before I die?" Harry asked.

"About sixty minutes."

"Where're Remus and Sirius?"

"In the hospital. Healers took you from them ten minutes ago. They are in the waiting room."

"Ron and Hermione?"

"In St. Mungo's as well. They are being healed as we speak."

"What about the other Weasleys?"

"Mr. Weasley is recovering in his hospital bed. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Charlie are at his bedside. Fred, George, and Bill are in the waiting room, waiting to be able to see Ron and Hermione."

"So everyone's all right?"

"Yes. They will be all right anyways. Everyone has a lot of healing to do," Dumbledore answered.

"What'll happen now if I go back?" Harry asked.

"You'll get the normal life you've always wanted. You no longer have to have protective wards around your home. Death Eaters will no longer attack now that Voldemort's gone. Work will slow down, making it so Remus and Sirius will be home more often and for longer periods," Dumbledore answered.

"What about my scar? Nightmares?"

"You will have the normal nightmares and dreams of a teenage boy. You will never again dream of Voldemort. You cannot speak to snakes anymore either."

Harry stopped him. "I don't mind. I wasn't fond of being a Parselmouth."

"And last, your scar will never bother you again. It'll never so much as tingle. Never again will you have to deal with your scar hurting."

"Really? Never?"

"Never," Dumbledore nodded. Harry looked into his blue eyes.

"Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black," a Healer called. It had been a half hour since Harry had been taken from them. Remus and Sirius ran to the male Healer. "I'm Healer Chase Parker. I'm afraid I have some bad news. Maybe you should sit down," the young man said. Remus and Sirius looked at each other, worried, and sat down. Healer Parker sat across from them.

"What's going on?" Remus asked.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but we've done all we can. It seems his magic level has dropped below the peril level. When someone's magic drops below five percent, it will not return, making the situation fatal. I'm sorry, but Mr. Potter's magic level is at three point two percent," Healer Parker explained.

"Are you saying he's going to die?" Sirius said.

"I'm afraid so."

"He-he can't. He can't," Sirius shook his head.

"How long?" Remus asked.

"Approximately thirty minutes. He is on life support and we could keep him on it and he'd live, but he'd have to be on it for the rest of his life and he'd never wake up."

"So, what do we need to sign?" Remus asked.

"It's a form saying we can take him off the life support when you're ready," Healer Parker handed them a clipboard and quills.

"Harry wouldn't want to stay on life support, Sirius," Remus said. Sirius stared at him for a long moment then signed the form, Remus following.

"Thank you. You may see him and stay as long as you want," Healer Parker led them to Harry's room.

"Thank you," Remus said and entered the room with Sirius. Harry was lying on the bed, completely motionless, except for the slow rising and falling of his chest. His eyes were closed. There was a transparent oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. There was a needle in the back of both his hands, each hooked to a machine. One was monitoring his heart, the other his magic level. His right arm was in a sling. Harry was still covered in cuts and bruises and had lots of bandages on.

Remus and Sirius pulled chairs to either side of the bed. Remus held Harry's free hand and brushed his cheek. Sirius held the other hand, despite the sling, and stared at Harry's face. "Do you want to be alone with him, Padfoot? We can both take some time to be with him."

"Yeah," Sirius nodded.

"Okay. I'll be in the waiting room. I'll come back in about five minutes." Remus squeezed Sirius' shoulder then left.

Sirius turned back to his godson. "Kiddo, you can't leave. We need you here. You can pull through this, I know you can. You've been through so much. Come on, Harry, please don't go. I love you, Harry, so much," Sirius squeezed Harry's hand and kissed his forehead.

"Remus, what's going on? We didn't hear you talking to the Healer. We were hearing about Ron and Hermione," Bill asked when Remus entered the waiting room. Bill and the twins were there, all exceptionally grave.

Remus sighed. "Harry drained his magic. It's too low to come back."

"What are you saying?" Fred asked.

"He's going to die," Remus' voice fell to a whisper. "He's on life support, so he's stay alive as long as we want, but he'll never wake up. Sirius and I agreed to take him off the life support when we're ready. We're both taking time to be with him alone and say goodbye."

"When are you doing it?" Bill asked. The twins couldn't seem to speak. Remus knew they thought of Harry as a brother, just like all the Weasley children.

"About twenty-five minutes. We'd wait longer, but the longer we wait, the harder it'll be," Remus said. "How're Ron and Hermione?"

"Bad condition. Their magic levels dropped too, but not as much. They won't be awake for a couple days. They have to wear oxygen masks. They're both hooked to machines. Monitoring the heart and magic," Bill explained.

"They won't get to say goodbye to Harry. We're going to have to tell them he's gone when they wake up," Remus replied.

"They'll never believe it." Bill looked at the twins who had collapsed into chairs. They were in shock. "They'll either be like them or they'll scream."

"What about your dad? How's he?"

"Better. He got skimmed with a Killing Curse. Sometimes it'll affect someone, sometimes it won't. He can leave in a couple days."

"How will we tell everyone Harry's going to die?" Remus said.

"We'll just have to do it. I'll help. I don't think Sirius will be able to say it," Bill stated.

"No, he won't. I'm having a hard time too. I just can't believe we're losing him." Bill put a hand on Remus' shoulder. He wouldn't tell the man everything would be all right because it wouldn't be. "I should get back. I'll talk to you later, Bill," Remus sighed and headed back to the room.

"Ron and Hermione won't be able to say goodbye to Harry. They won't be awake for a couple days. We'll have to tell them he's gone when they wake up," Remus told Sirius.

"They won't believe it."

"That's what Bill said."

"I'll go to the waiting room. Be back in five," Sirius left the room.

Remus held Harry's hand tight and ran his fingers through the black hair. "Harry, if you leave, Sirius will end up doing something extremely stupid. You can't leave, pup. You have no idea how much you mean to us. You can't leave." Tears fell from his eyes and he kissed Harry's forehead. He stared at his nephew for a few minutes before Sirius came back. Bill and the twins had accompanied him. Remus noted the twins hadn't recovered from the shock yet.

"We thought we should come see him. We owe him that," Bill said softly. Remus nodded. He and Sirius stood next to each other as the three Weasleys went to Harry's side. Remus and Sirius tuned everything out as they stared at Harry, not hearing anything the younger wizards said to Harry.

"To make things a bit easier, we'll tell Mum and the others. You two stay here with Harry," Bill told them.

"Thanks, Bill," Remus gave a small nod. Bill nodded back and left with Fred and George. Remus and Sirius resumed their seats and grasped Harry's hands again. It wasn't long before Bill returned with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, and Ginny.

"Is it true?" Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"Yes. We'll be taking him off life support in about ten minutes," Remus nodded. He looked away when the woman burst into tears. He wouldn't look at Ginny either. He knew Harry had loved her, whether he admitted it or not. Remus and Sirius stood off to the side again while the other Weasleys said goodbye. They both looked away when Mrs. Weasley hugged him and kissed his cheek. They kept their eyes adverted when Ginny kissed his cheek as well.

"I love you," they heard her whisper.

"We'll leave you alone," Mr. Weasley said and led everyone out.

"Where's Kingsley?" Remus asked when they seated themselves again.

"Hogwarts. He's helping with those we couldn't save. Also putting out the fires," Sirius replied. "Tonks is getting the kids' things. They're in the cave outside Hogsmeade," Remus nodded. They fell silent, staring at their nephew. The time seemed to zoom by. Before they knew it, Healer Parker had returned.

"Are you ready?" the Healer asked.

"Goodbye, pup. I love you," Remus kissed Harry's forehead again then left the bedside, tears streaking his face.

"I love you so much, kiddo. Goodbye," Sirius kissed his godson's forehead as well then joined Remus, silently crying. They watched as Healer Parker walked to the machine monitoring the heart. He looked at it and they saw his eyebrows knit together. Healer Parker walked to the other side of the bed and looked at the other machine. He frowned deeply and went to the door.

"Kate, could you come in here for a minute, please?" he said to someone in the hall. A woman around her late thirties entered the room.

"What's going on, Chase?" she asked as Healer Parker led her to the machine monitoring Harry's magic.

"I don't know. When he was brought in over an hour ago, that was his magic level. Now look at it," Healer Parker pointed to his clipboard then they looked up at the machine.

"It's impossible. Are you sure you wrote it down right?"

"Positive. We double-checked. That was his level. Have you ever seen this before?"

"Never. It's impossible for this to happen. What about the heart rate?" Kate asked.

"Back to normal."

"Let me get Jason. Maybe he'll know," Kate walked swiftly from the room.

"What's going on?" Remus wondered.

"We're not sure," Healer Parker replied. "Jason. Glad you could come."

"What's up, Parker?"

"This was the boy's magic level an hour ago. Now look," Healer Parker pointed to the screen.

"There must be a mistake," Jason frowned.

"No mistake. His heart rate is back to normal as well," Healer Parker shook his head.

"Amazing. Absolutely amazing," Jason muttered. "Keep an eye on him and keep me posted."

"Will do, Jason," Healer Parker nodded. Jason and Kate left the room.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked.

"Nothing actually. Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black, we are experiencing something that's supposed to be impossible," Healer Parker stated.

"What are you talking about?" Sirius frowned.

"It seems your nephew's magic level is increasing. It's almost at five percent. His heart rate is back to normal. We don't know how, but he is beginning to recover. It's impossible to regain magic when it's below five, but your nephew is doing it," Healer Parker smiled.

"What does it mean? He's not going to die?" Remus said.

"We're going to keep a close eye on him, but otherwise, that's exactly what it means. He may be able to go home in a few weeks," Healer Parker gave them another smile then walked from the room. Remus and Sirius ran to Harry's sides. Remus looked at the machines.

"It's true. Harry's magic level is at four point six percent."

"How is he recovering?" Sirius wondered aloud.

"I don't know. I honestly don't," Remus shook his head and they sat down.

"Did I hear that right?" Bill poked his head in. "I swear I just heard you say Harry's recovering."

"He is," Sirius nodded.

"How?" Bill walked to the foot of the bed.

"No one knows. His magic level is increasing. It's almost at five percent," Remus replied.

"That's impossible."

"Harry's doing it," Sirius said.

"The Healer said they're keeping an eye on him, but he's not dying. He may be able to come home in a few weeks," Remus said.

"That's amazing," Bill smiled.

"It is," Remus nodded.

"I'll leave you three alone. Talk to you later," Bill left. Remus and Sirius flipped their gazes back to Harry.

"Is it true? Is Harry recovering?" Mrs. Weasley asked the next day.

"Yes, Molly. Harry's magic started increasing yesterday. It's only slowly going up. It's only at four point nine percent. We didn't want to say anything in case something changed," Remus told her.

"It's a miracle," Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes glistening. She jumped when a machine beeped.

"We need to find Healer Parker. Harry's magic just reached five percent," Remus stood up.

"Go find him. Hurry," Sirius urged. Remus ran from the room. "How're Ron and Hermione doing?"

"Better. Healers say they should be awake tomorrow or the day after. They both have to stay for a couple weeks," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"It just hit five percent," Remus was saying as he returned with Healer Parker.

"This is remarkable," Healer Parker went to examine the machine then turned to Harry. He felt for a pulse then waved his wand over Harry. He turned to Remus and Sirius.

"This boy is the first in history to drain his magic and get it back. He won't wake up for a while. His magic has to return. It should take a minimum of five days. He's going to be fine. A little sore and tired, but fine. In a few weeks, he should be able to go home," the Healer smiled.

"Thank you, Healer Parker," Remus said.

"Call me Chase. I still don't know how your kid did it. The things that happen in this world," Chase shook his head and headed for the day. "Shout if you need anything. I'll be back in a couple hours to check on things." He left.

"He's going to be okay!" Sirius exclaimed.

"I'm so happy! I'll go tell the others," Mrs. Weasley hugged them and ran from the room.

"He'll be awake in a few days?" Mr. Weasley confirmed.

"Yes! He's recovering! He's not dying!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"It's impossible. No one's ever gotten their magic back when it's that low," Charlie said.

"It's a miracle. Harry's the first to ever recover from this," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Now we don't have to tell Ron and Hermione he's gone," Bill said.

"Mum! Dad! He's waking up! Ron's waking up!" Ginny cried. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ran to their son's room, Bill and Charlie behind them.

"Where am I?" Ron mumbled, his eyes still only partially open.

"You're in the hospital," Mrs. Weasley told him.

"Where's Hermione and Harry?"

"They're both here. They're resting in their rooms," she said. He didn't need to know everything about Harry yet.

"Where's Dad?"

"I'm right here, son," Mr. Weasley took one of Ron's hands in his own.

"I thought you were dead," Ron whispered.

"Not this time," Mr. Weasley squeezed Ron's hand.

"What is it, George?" Mrs. Weasley asked when the twin entered.

"Hermione's awake," George replied.

"I'll stay with Ron. Go see Hermione, Molly," Mr. Weasley said. She nodded and followed George with Ginny.

"Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley walked to Hermione. She looked at the twins. George had resumed his seat beside Fred, who was asleep.

"Mum?" Hermione whispered.

"I'm here, dear," Mrs. Weasley held her 'adopted' daughter's hand. "You're in the hospital."

"How long have I been here?" Hermione muttered.

"A few days. About three days."

"Where is everyone?"

"Fred, George, and Ginny are here with us. Ron and Harry are here in the hospital as well. They're resting. Bill, Charlie, and your father are with Ron. Remus and Sirius are with Harry. Everyone's all right. You, Ron, and Harry just need to rest and get better," Mrs. Weasley answered. Hermione sighed and her eyes closed.

"Padfoot, he won't disappear if you sleep," Remus told Sirius. It had been two days since Ron and Hermione had woken up. Five days since Harry had begun to recover. He hadn't woken up yet. His magic was slowly returning. His magic level was now at fifteen percent. Neither Marauder had left Harry's bedside. Remus had slept a couple times, but only a short time. Sirius had slept a total of two hours in the last five days. Kingsley and Tonks had stopped by to check on the kids then left to get back to work.

"You haven't slept much either," Sirius argued.

"I've slept more than you. You've slept for two hours in the last few days," Remus said.

"I don't care," Sirius shook his head.

"I'm just worried about you."

"And I'm worried about Harry. Don't even try to tell me you're not scared."

"Of course I'm worried about Harry," Remus replied.

"Exactly. So back off a bit," Sirius said. Remus sighed, not saying anything. He knew Sirius' anger was the result of his lack of sleep. He gave his friend one last look then turned his gaze back to Harry.

Later that day, Sirius finally fell asleep. Remus smiled at him, glad he was resting. Remus leaned back and closed his eyes, keeping Harry's hand in his. He didn't want to sleep, he just wanted to rest and relax. He could feel himself drifting off but he was trying to fight it. He was vaguely aware of movement on his hand. He forced his eyes open and waited for his vision to clear. He sighed and looked at his hand holding Harry's. Remus frowned and sat up. Harry's index finger was moving.

"Harry?" he breathed. He moved his eyes to Harry's face. Harry's eyes were half open and he was looking at Remus. "Harry." He brushed Harry's cheek. "Don't talk, all right? You're in the hospital," he frowned. He could hear a scratching noise. He turned and saw red writing floating in midair.

You look exhausted.

"Did you do that?" Remus asked. Harry nodded a bit. "Don't worry about me, pup. It's time you started thinking about yourself. You need to stop using magic as well."

I've missed you and Sirius.

"We've missed you too. Now stop using magic."

Okay. I love you.

"I love you too. Go back to sleep," Remus said, kissing Harry's forehead. He watched Harry's eyes close and ran his hand through the boy's black hair. He looked up when a machine beeped. Harry's magic level had hit twenty percent. Healer Chase Parker walked in.

"Good evening, Mr. Lupin. How are things going?"

"Good evening, Chase. Everything's fine. Harry was awake a few seconds ago for a couple minutes," Remus informed.

"I still find this whole situation astonishing," Chase said.

"We do too. We're afraid this is all a dream. We're afraid of losing Harry."

"I assure you. Your nephew will make a full recovery. You're not losing him any time soon," Chase told him.

Remus smiled. "I have one question. Is that arm going to heal all right? I noticed he'd been stabbed," he pointed to the arm in the sling.

"It'll heal fine. The sling should be gone before he goes home," Chase replied.

"Thank you," Remus said. Chase smiled and left after giving Harry more pain killers.