Harry Potter and Future's Past

Meeting Miranda

Disclaimer: Don't own them, well I'll take Miranda the Goddess of love.

A/N: This story will seem familiar to many here.  It is my story from fanfiction.net that was stolen by tammyturtle (she even stole my disclaimers and Author's notes).  Since there seemed to be a following, I thought I would post that story here as well.   I use the same author name on that site if you'd like to read more of my stories, or you can wait and I'll post them here.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter awoke with a start, unsure where or even when it was. Slowly opening his eyes, he could just make out the fuzzy outline of a bed and room he hadn't slept in almost a year but he knew very well. As he continued to fight off the sluggish sleepy feeling that still permeated his body the memories of the last couple of days came back to him. The Gringotts bank where they had stolen Hufflepuff's Cup from Bellatrix's vault and had escaped on a dragon, the near capture in Hogsmeade, the passage to the Room of Requirements, the reinforcements showing up, the desperate search for the last Horcrux, the battle, the walk into the Forbidden Forest, Voldemort casting the killing curse, the talk with Dumbledore and the final showdown with the Riddle. It all came back to Harry. Voldemort was dead. He was free, finally. Then he remembered the bodies lying in death he had seen. The faces of Remus, Tonks, Fred, Dobby, Hedwig, Dumbledore and even little Colin Creevey swam in front of his face and a wave of guilt swept over Harry. "Why am I alive and so many people dead?" He lamented.

A light knock was tapping on the door. Harry realized that must have been what woke him up to start with. Harry wasn't sure if he was ready to talk to anyone yet, but then he heard a voice calling quietly, "Harry, it's me. Are you awake?" Harry smiled as he recognized the voice of Hermione. He called back "Yes, you can come in," Harry reached for his glasses as he heard the door open. It was only as the covers shifted that he remembered that he hadn't had any pajamas to put on last night and didn't want to ask any house elves to help since they had been fighting as well. After Harry had showered, he had gone to bed wearing nothing. He quickly pulled the covers up higher as Hermione made her way to his bedside and sat down next to hm.

"Hello Harry," Hermione said looking at one of her two best friends. "How are you feeling?"

"Happy, sad, tired...I don't really know," Harry replied honestly. "Too much, too fast I guess."

"Yes, I know what you mean," She said. "I can't believe it's finally over."

"Have you been downstairs yet?"

"A little bit ago," Hermione replied. "It's strange. People want to celebrate, but with all the deaths it just doesn't seem right."

"Did you see the Weasleys?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. "They were just getting ready to take Fr... to go back to the Burrow."

The remembrance of Fred Weasley dying the night before flashed into Harry's mind and he had to choke back the wetness that tried to invade his eyes. The thought of Fred brought his mind to their other friend. "Ron's going with them?"

Hermione nodded again. "And Ginny is too, though she wanted to come up and say good bye to you."

"I'll see her soon enough...just not ready yet," Harry replied as he remembered passing Ginny on his way to meet Voldemort.

"I'm sure she'll understand," Hermione replied.

Harry remembered something from the previous evening. "So you and Ron?"

"I guess...maybe," Hermione said hesitantly. She then blushed and looked away as she continued, "He asked me to be his girlfriend this morning."

"And?" Harry asked. "You know he likes you."