A/N: So this is an idea that popped into my head when I read somewhere that not all of the Death Eaters had been captured. I think that they would probably still be wrekking havoc on the wizarding world. You will understand what I am talking about after a couple chapters. R&R! It is greatly appreciated!!

Prologue

Harry trekked up the stairs to his dormitory. Or the one that would have been his if he had been at Hogwarts that year. It had been a long day. Just that morning, he had shot a curse that put an end to Lord Voldemort, forever, as a blazing sun crept into the windows of the Great Hall. All day, he had to recount the story to countless people; how he went into the woods, took the killing curse from Voldemort, but lived and then was carried back to the Hogwarts grounds by Hagrid and during the chaos that broke out, he had put on the invisibility cloak and followed the masses into the Great Hall for the Final Duel as the Daily Prophet was calling it. But now, after a day of working to find the bodies and mourning over the dead, Harry was ready for a long sleep.

"Harry," Ginny called from the couches by the fire as he reached the last step, "can I talk to you." Harry came back down the stairs in time to see Ron and Hermione slipping up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, as if to give Harry and Ginny some privacy. Harry sat on the comfortable couch by the fire and looked at Ginny, who was staring at him with the hard, blazing look he had seen on her face before. She had grown up since he had last had a good, long look at her. Her face was no longer round and girlish, but thinner and more angled, older somehow. Her hair hung longer than ever and now curled at the ends. Her brown eyes looked more knowledgeable, like she had seen more than she should have. Her jeans and long sleeve purple t-shirt was grimy and streaked with dirt, but she still looked beautiful in Harry's eyes.

Ginny looked into his eyes and opened her mouth to speak. But Harry put his finger on her lips to let him speak first.

"Let me," he said, releasing her lips, "Ginny, I know you might not feel the same way, after all it has been a year and I didn't tell you where I was going or even if I was going to come back. But it's all over now and all I want to do is tell you that I never, ever stopped loving you, and I don't think I ever will." Ginny looked at Harry for a couple seconds before she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss grew more passionate for a while before Harry finally pulled back, his hands on her waist, her hands around his neck.

"Should I take that as a yes, then?" he asked, smiling hugely for the first time in what felt like forever. Ginny grinned too.

"You should take that as a definitely yes. I never stopped loving you either. But it was worse for me. I never knew where you were, or if that time at my house was the last time I was going to see you. I was so scared for you, Harry. Please, I know you had your reasons, but can you promise me that we will never have secrets from each other anymore? Even if someday we do stop loving each other, we shouldn't keep secrets from each other. Promise me?"

Harry sighed. "I promise. Oh, and if I am going to uphold this promise, I have a long story to tell you."

Ginny smiled again then yawned. "Tell me tomorrow, otherwise I might fall asleep during the most exciting part." Harry laughed gently and gave Ginny one last kiss before lifting them both to their feet.

"Tomorrow then?"

"It's a date."

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, Love."

Harry hugged Ginny tightly one last time before trudging up the stairs to his bed. When he got there though, he saw his two best friends kissing each other as if they were glued together on Ron's bed. They were so intertwined they didn't notice Harry come in.

"OI!" Ron and Hermione separated, looking embarrassed. "No snogging in the dorms! And I thought you were in Hermione's?"

"Oh, well, I can't get up there," said Ron, still holding Hermione around the waist. "I am a boy."

"Well, Ron and I were going to discuss what happened, you know, before the war was over," Hermione said, removing Ron's arms from her waist. "But Ronald had other ideas and would not stop trying to kiss me."

"You're one to talk," said Ron, weaving his arms around her again, "you seemed to be enjoying my "ideas" too."

"Ron-"

"Hermione-"

"ENOUGH!" bellowed Harry, but he smiled because his two friends were finally together. Even he had seen it coming. "You guys can pick it up tomorrow, but I would like to get some sleep before the sun raises, so if you please?"

"Yes, you're right Harry," said Hermione, rising, but with Ron still attached to her hand. She gave Harry a kiss on the cheek before leading Ron out of the room. "Goodnight Harry." Hermione and Ron left the room and Ron didn't return for another 5 minutes, by which time Harry was already in his PJs with his teeth brushed. Ron looked happy when he came back in. He sat down on his bed with all his clothes on a stared out the window, looking vaguely the same as he had when he had been slipped a love potion on his birthday.

"Do you think you love her?" asked Harry, climbing into his own bed. Ron looked over at him thinking a little bit before answering.

"You know, Harry, I think I do. I think I love Hermione." But suddenly his face fell. "How am I going to tell her?"

"I dunno, mate," said Harry, shrugging his shoulders. "It is different for everyone. Like, I told Ginny when we were-"

"Wait," said Ron, cutting him off, "you were in love with my sister?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I still am. It's like I just told her, I never stopped loving her."

"D-does she love you back?" asked Ron, seeming perplexed at the idea of two people loving each other.

"Yeah, she just told me so."

"Does that mean that Hermione might love me back?"

Harry paused at this question. Hermione obviously liked Ron, but whether or not she loved him, Harry could only guess. He thought that she might, but he had always been totally inept at reading girls and their feelings. This was a situation to tread carefully on.

"You know, I think she just might," said Harry, turning over in his bed as Ron finished putting on his PJs and climbed into his bed. "Goodnight Ron."

"G'night Harry."

And with that Harry fell asleep. But it seemed like only moments later that Harry opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital bed, in a room that was not at all like his dormitory at Hogwarts.