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Memories

The moon was shinning bright over the London skyline, illuminating the city and its people. It was already well past midnight and almost everybody was asleep in the apartment building. Almost everyone.

Standing at the window of the flat was a lone figure, staring out into the night. The moon cast its light upon her face, reflecting in her red hair. She only wore a worn out T-shirt of the Chudley Cannons that he got her a few years back.

'Maybe it's time to let it go, too' she thought. Ginny turned to look at the man lying in bed, fast asleep as always. He looked so peaceful, so content. Spread eagle, taking up almost all of the space in bed, his black hair already going into "bed-hair" stage. Harry never was able to tame it, even asleep.

Turning back to the window, starring out into the night, her thoughts came crashing back over her. Ginny sighed and let her thoughts wonder.

Harry had defeated the Dark Lord at the end of his seventh year, battling on the grounds of Hogwarts. Ginny would never be able to forget the fear and utter shock, when she saw Harry lifeless in Hagrid's arms. When she realized that he was actually still alive, she didn't know if she should hex him or kiss him. They had been inseparable since then.

Everything seemed so perfect to the bystander. Harry worked as an Auror at the Ministry, while she wrote part-time for the Daily Prophet. They had gotten married within a year of her Graduation and moved to London to be close to work. Ginny had a wonderful family, wonderful husband, three adorable little children. Mia, her oldest was the spitting image of her father. Oliver had inherited her red hair and Harry's green eyes and then there was Tasha, short for Natasha. Her baby, her angel. Brownish-red hair which she got from both of them, but very silvery grey eyes.

But when had it all gone wrong? When had she become so emotionally detached? She was suppose to love him until 'death do us part', right? It was so hard sometimes to put on the show for everyone, when deep down she felt like she didn't love him anymore. When did she start to dislike him?

Things changed after the birth of their second child, but had worsened since their third child was born. Now they're relationship was strained to a breaking point. Harry and she fought so many times, that they had to put a Silencing charm on the door, just to keep the children from waking up. She didn't hate him, she knew that for sure. That pleasure was solely reserved for enemies and Mother-In-Law's. A smirk came on her face at that thought.. Mother-in-laws..Monster-in-laws..They were an interesting breed. Thankfully she didn't have to deal with one. But she did hear horror stories from her friends about them. Ginny had to think of a Muggle film she watched with Hermione and Luna a few years back starring someone called J-Lo, or something like it.

"There goes the random thought process again". She smiled at that. She knew she didn't want to finish her initial thoughts, because it would mean to face the truth. She wasn't happy. And hadn't been for a while.



A few hundred miles away at Malfoy Manor an almost identical scene was unfolding. Draco was standing at the window overlooking the grounds, not able to sleep this night. Daphne was fast asleep in the bed behind him, oblivious to her husband's worries. His thoughts kept going back to the day's events and what had caused his insomnia.

It was the annual Ministry ball that he had attended, along with Daphne and their friends at the department. Draco didn't really looked forward to these occasions, but for her sake he always went. Daphne was giddy weeks before hand, picking out her robes, looking thru Witches Weekly for the latest trends. She was almost as bad as Pansy at this stage.

What he definitely hadn't been looking forward was seeing HER at the ball with, of all people, Potter.

'Why did she still had such an effect on me?' he wondered. After all these years, just the pure sight of her, made his heart jump and he felt like a seventeen year old all over again.

All of my memories
Keep you near
In silent moments
Imagine you'd be here
All of my memories
Keep you near
The silent whispers, silent tears

Ginny was leaving the prefect meeting in a sour mood. Malfoy had been such a brat again. 'Just because he's a prefect too, doesn't mean he can just turn into a git every time he's around me.' she thought. 'Maybe a good placed Bat-Bogey Hex would make me feel better.' Ginny stormed up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower not paying attention to her surroundings. If she had, she would have noticed the sixth-year Slytherin following her, trying to cut her off before she got to her common room.

"Weasel-ette, stop!" Her blood instantly froze at hearing that name. And immediately went to boiling when she stopped and turned around. Malfoy had almost reached her on the stairs. "What do you want, Malfoy? Haven't you caused enough misery for one day already?" she asked with the most hate and malice she could muster up. He smirked. "Nothing, really. And there is always space for just a little more misery in Hogwarts. You see, you left this at the Prefect meeting". He tossed her notebook. "Keep better track of your possessions, before they go missing or, worse, someone reads things he shouldn't. " With that he turned around and walked back downstairs towards the dungeons.

Ginny was speechless and shaking with anger.' How dare him! How DARE him reading in her journal. 'But then, she didn't have proved that he did. It might have been a long shot just to get her angry. And angry she was.

Ginny turned around and finished the rest of the way in a record breaking jog. She almost hissed the password at the Fat Lady, like only a Slytherin could have and stormed inside.

Harry and Dean were sitting at a table playing checkers. Harry looked up and saw that she was fuming. In true "Big Brother" fashion, he waved her over and put an arm around her. "What's wrong, Gin?"

'Gosh, if only he knew, if only he knew' she thought. His eyes penetrated her very soul and were looking for an answer. He knew her way to good and before he came to the right conclusions, she decided to tell a phib. "It's these prefects meeting, Harry. Having to plan for this year's Halloween ball is bringing the worst out of everybody" He looked at her one more time intensely and decided that she would tell him, when she was ready. He knew she wasn't honest about at least part of her rambling. But what exactly he wasn't sure.

"I think I'm going upstairs and finish my Potions homework, while I have some time before dinner." Ginny said. She knew that he knew that she wasn't honest with him and before Ron could get back from the Prefect meeting and start to question her too, she better made a B-Line for safer territory.

She gave Harry another hug and a small kiss on his forehead and was making her way to the Girl's dorms just as the portrait opened up and Ron came thru the opening, followed closely by Hermione. At their sight, Ginny almost ran up the stairs, trying to avoid her brother's eyes. He always knew when his little sister was upset and she was in no mood to talk to him.

Ginny threw herself onto her bed and opened up her journal, trying to find proof that Malfoy had indeed been looking thru it. She was almost at the end of the journal, when she saw his handwriting at the bottom of a page.

"Tonight, 11PM, Astronomy Tower"