In Loving Memory.

A/N: Whoooooooooooooooo! It's the summer holidays! Yes!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hp, J K Rowling does, I'm just borrowing the characters, dressing them up and making them do exactly what I say or else!

Summary: Slight Sequel to Sorting Out Your Past. Ginny finds Harry crying at his parents graves and comforts him. Need I say more? Hints at HG

Ginny stepped out of the battered house that was Godrics Hollow. She and the Weasley's not including Ron and Hermione, had been there for the day helping Harry clean out his old house. Ginny looked at the full moon which shone a magnificent sliver in the night sky. Poor Professor Lupin she thought, her eyes sweeping the hills in front of her.

Her eyes rested on a figure that sat curled up under a massive willow tree. She squinted her eyes and could just make out the figure as Harry. Her heart soared as her eyes adjusted. She really cared about him. If only he hadn't broken things off with her. She slowly made her way over to him. As she got closer she saw his shoulders shaking and her heart tightened horribly as she realised he was crying. Never with the exception of Dumbledore's funeral, had she since Harry Potter cry like that.

She sat down next to him and gently place a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment then relaxed into it. Harry turned his face towards her and she could tell, his eyes were still leaking tears.

"Lumos"

Harry's wand glowed brightly. He sighed when as he returned his gaze to two stone slabs. Wait a moment, Ginny thought as she slowly recognised them, those aren't slabs, those are-

"They're my Parent's graves Ginny." Harry said quietly as is reading her mind.

He held out his wand so she could read the what had been carved into the stone. Taking a big breath she read silently:

Here lies James Christopher Potter

1960 – 1981

Wonderful friend,

Husband

And father

Will be sorely missed

Ginny felt tears prickle slightly as she digested the words slowly. She tore her eyes to the Grave stone that was next to it:

Under earth lies Lily Evans Potter

1960 – 1981

Beautiful friend,

Wife

And mother

Will be greatly missed.

She heard Harry sigh next to her. Turning her head slightly she caught his eye.

"You really missed them don't you" It wasn't a question but a statement.

"Yeah I really do" Was his reply "I know I was only one when they died but it didn't mean I don't remember them or love them"

"I know Harry" Ginny said squeezing his shoulder in a form of comfort.

"I hate being here now."

"But this was your parent's home." Ginny said confused.

"I know" said Harry staring into Ginny's eyes "But it just brings back bad memories."

"Memories?" Ginny knew she was missing something.

"My earliest memory is bright green light and my mother screaming."

"Oh" that was all she could say.

Harry felt tears threatening to fall. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

"It's okay to cry Harry."

Harry's eyes met hers. Ginny moved her hand to his and squeezed it gently. Harry let the tears slip down his face. Ginny moved in and hugged him, which he immediately returned. She felt tears on her t-shirt but she didn't care. This was closest she had ever gotten to Harry since Bill and Fleur's wedding where they had shared a long kiss.

Ginny kissed Harry gently on the cheek. No more words were spoken. They just remembered. Harry's parents, Dumbledore death. Everything. But in loving memory.

A/N Thanks for those were read and reviewed my last story which was my first. I won't be writing anything for a month or two because to day at 8:30pm I'm going to Indonesia to see my Dad, stepmother and half sister. Half a lovely summer holidays everyone.