A/N: I own nothing. Just my dreams, and the wish that everything JKR wrote could possibly be true. Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight and Cullen.

The next thing I knew the sun was rising over the skyline. The three of us were standing atop the Empire State building, watching the city slowly come to life.

This is where my new friends would be able to activate their portkey. We had discussed the possible repercussions of my new found knowledge of the magical world, and they both reassured me that no one would suddenly appear and perform a memory charm on me. There was no way that they would allow this small amount of knowledge to be taken from me.

We had talked all night as we explored the city. I knew that I was correct in my earlier assumption that there probably wouldn't be a way to bridge the gap between my "normal" world and their magical one. We would try to keep in touch, but we weren't sure how to make it happen.

It didn't make it any easier to deal with, especially since I felt closer to them than I had to anyone in my entire life. I had even made a CD for them to take with them with all of my favorite Wrock songs, just so that they had a way to remember me and the fact that the two days we had spent together really weren't a dream.

I hugged them good bye as the time for them to leave came closer. Harry whispered in my ear that he wished he had an older sister just like me. That sentiment alone would have been enough to make me cry if I hadn't already bawling my eyes out.

As the port key activated, it glowed the most beautiful shade of blue. Ginny reached out for the small mirror and said to me… "Don't forget. You can never really tell anyone the truth. But it would make one hell of a fan fiction."

And she was right. I went home to my apartment, and wrote for hours. I wrote of how it made my heart soar to know that it was real, and yet crushed me to pieces to know that I could never really share the joy that had been mine for two short days.

I curled into my bed, and slept for hours. When I woke, there was a strange package on my desk. I went over to my desk and there was plain looking diary sitting there with a small note attatched to the cover.

Dearest Kimmie,

We can call you that, because we really do consider you a friend.

We got Arthur to fix this diary so that it works a little like email. You just write to us, and the next day when we check our diary, there will be a letter in it from you. Yours will work the same way. We will write to you often, and will figure out a way to see you again soon.

I miss you already.

Love, Harry

My heart felt like it would burst from my chest. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this happy.

I got dressed and went down to The Burrow to work the evening shift. Jacki looked at me curiously, as if she knew something about me had changed since the last time I had seen her.

I knew there was nothing I could say to her. It wasn't as if she would believe me anyway.

She was as likely to believe that Harry Potter was real, and that he and Ginny were my friends as I would be willing to believe that my friends Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Rosie, Edward & Bella were actually vampires. Sure.


I want to thank all of you that have read this story, its my first fanfic ever, and took me forever to actually get enough courage to put it down on paper.

I am thinking about continuing this story with a series of One-Shots, basically what would be copies of the letters that Harry, Ginny and I "wrote" back and forth in the diary that they gave me. Let me know if that would be something you would like to read!