Harry Potter - The awakening.

Lily looked through the white fog at her husband. She felt extreemely proud of her little baby boy. He had finally defeated the darkest wizard of their time. Lilly suddenly felt dizzy and faint, she felt to the floor and her vision filled with a bright, white light.

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Harry just wanted to go to bed. He was completely drained from the past year and his head ached where it had made contact with the ground many times that night. Harry felt his eyelids droop where he stood in the great hall and his head give a more painful twinge. Harry supposed that being hit by the killing curse didn't help him feel any better, in fact, he had a dull ache in his chest, which only added to his discomfort. Harry looked over the great hall, looking at the destruction and deaths he caused. He looked over to where the Weasleys and Hermione were congregated, noticing that both of the weasley women were missing. Harry looked up at the ceiling, it was a clear day, a few wispy clouds were visible making intriguing shapes. Harry felt his eyelids droop once again, as he swayed on the spot.

"Harry?" Two people asked. "Are you alright?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Mrs Weasley and Ginny. "I will be after some sleep." Harry replied, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Harry, go to bed." A very familiar, but impossible, voice said from behind him.

Harry gasped, surely it was impossible. He turned slowly on the spot and looked into the hazel eyes of Remus Lupin, the man who's body had been lying on the floor a few minutes ago. He looked around the hall and saw all the dead standing up.

 "Freddie!" George yelled, tackling his twin brother back onto the floor.

"Fred!" Mrs Weasley screamed, running to her son and giving him a bone-crushing hug.

Harry stood and gaped at all of the people rising off the ground. They had all been dead, he'd seen the bodies. The doors of the great hall burst open and Dumbledore came striding in. Harry sunk to the floor in shock, surely he was going mad. This couldn't be happening... could it?

"Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Welldone m'boy!"

"How?" Harry asked faintly.

"Come to my office with me and I will explain," said Dumbledore, holding out his hand for Harry to take.

Harry took Dumbledore's hand and allowed him to help him up. Harry then followed Dumbledore where he then sat down and waited for answers.

"There was another prophecy." Dumbledore said, looking into Harry's eyes. "After you defeated Voldemort as a baby. The prophecy said that if the-boy-who-lived vanquished the dark lord a second time, all those linked to the boy who died or was injured, would come back to life and be fully healed. I never told you for fear that it would never happen."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. Then his eyes snapped up to meet Dumbledore's. "Sirius, will he...?"

"Yes, Harry. He will be alive again." Dumbledore said with a chuckle.

Harry grinned. Then he wondered if his parents would be alive. Then he mentally scolded himself, of course his parents wouldn't come back to life, they were dead, and had been for over sixteen years.

"You see, Harry, that is where you are wrong." Dumbledore chuckled.

A door opened to the back of the office and in walked two people holding hands. The man had glasses and black, scruffy hair which stuck up at all angles. The woman was beautiful, she had long auburn hair which reached the middle of her back.

 Harry knew exactly who these people were. They were his parents.

 Harry paused for a second before standing up and bolting to the door. He grabbed the handle and tried to fling the door open, but it wouldn't budge, just like Harry's fifth year when Sirius died. Harry supposed that Dumbledore had guessed what his reaction would be. Tears rolled down Harry's cheeks as the echos of their death rang in his ears. His knees buckled and he hit the floor with a thud. He sat on the floor and sobbed as their deaths continued to ring in his ears. Two pairs of arms wrapped around him and hugged him tightly. The echoes faded away, leaving him to listen to the comforting words of his mother and father.