A/N: This is a Christmas present for a friend of mine, a miss Rebekah Daborn, and I don't normally do OC but she was very insistent (she said she'd cave my head in if I didn't get this chapter up) so, all going as planned, the last chapter will be posted Christmas day but I wouldn't hold your breath. I have mock exams for this week and family for the rest of the Christmas period not to mention chronic writers block so quite frankly, god only knows when I will actually get the last chapter up. If any of you read my Sherlock story part of this was written in the same circumstances, i.e in the choir stands at Guildford cathedral, hidden partly within my choir folder and partly within the skirts of my dress. What can I say? Schola Cantorum is boring ;) so yeah you probably don't want to hear my personal problems but this is Picture Perfect Memories or PPM. Enjoy!

Don't own anything except, I believe, Dougal and the department of magically misplaced, salvaged and/or stolen property. I especially don't own Becky Daborn as she seems to own herself.

Yes I am insane, not clinically though.

Lily x

Harry took a deep breath and looked at the box in his lap. In it was all that of his parents, Lily and James Potter. The ministry wizard who'd given it to him peered at the label taped to the lid.

'Aye, Lily and James Potter. One of the sections of the attic was still standin' when oor boys got to the hollow. Dinnae look so miserable, sir. 'tis a bonny wee lot under the circumstances.' Harry smiled weakly and turned when he felt something. His wife, Ginny, had touched his arm.

'You needn't look in it until we're home, Harry.'

'Aye,' agreed the wizard, nodding. 'Often 'tis better to wait a wee while. Open it when youse is home and settled.' He smiled happily, oblivious to the frantic hand signals being directed at him by a harassed looking man standing behind the reception desk.

'So, the ministry has had my parents things all this time?' asked Harry.

'Oh aye.' Said the smiling Wizard.

'Then why did I only find out this morning?'

The wizard conceded to look slightly sheepish.

'Och, weel…' he said 'the department of magically misplaced, salvaged and/or stolen property is not a very well known department. There's only me and Gareth doon here you know. That and the fact that we're approximately…' he flipped a sheet on a clipboard '… nineteen years behind on the paperwork.'

'I'm twenty two.' Said Harry, trying not to laugh.

'Aye? And how old were you when mammy and daddy passed away?'

'Just a year old.'

The young wizard's face fell.

'Gareth!' he yelled 'Make that twenty one years behind!'

'Dougal!' Hissed Gareth. 'If you would stop talking to the clients and help me then we would be no years behind on paperwork!'

Dougal went pink and scurried off. Harry looked at Ginny. Her dark eyes were sparkling and she was giggling softly.

'Come on the, Mrs Potter.' He said, grinning stupidly at her new title. 'Homeward bound.'

When they got home they put the box on the living room floor and stared at it for an unspecified length of time. It was a large box. About 2m square. Ginny lowered herself carefully to the floor (she was twelve weeks pregnant with their first child.) and started to peel the tape off the top.

'Don't!' shouted Harry and Ginny jumped.

'I want to do it.' Harry mumbled when Ginny glared at him. He knelt beside her and ripped off the tape. The box was filled about halfway with things and a scent that made Harry want to cry, even though he had no idea what it was.

'Lily of the valley.' Whispered Ginny.

Harry bowed his head to hide the tears on his lashes. Together he and Ginny unpacked his parents lives. A silver necklace, a book of singer's scores, a collection of Shakespeare plays, a pair of ballet slippers, a set of gobstones, a very old and battered broomstick, a folder of photographs , magical ones, that turned out to be his own ultrasounds. Ginny found a long, dusty white silk dress, embroidered with lilies and diamonds that could only be Lily's wedding dress. As she placed the matching lace veil on her ginger hair, she glanced into the box.

'Harry!' she called.

'Hmm?' he said vaguely, engrossed in his father's old chess set.

'Harry, look at these!'

He joined her at the side of the box. 'Notebooks.' He said flatly. 'So?'

'Look at them!'

'Um… Ginny this isn't going to be about that film you like is it? Because you know I slept through that…'

'You don't use your eyes do you?' she hissed, glaring at him. Harry was strongly reminded of Hermione. Ginny gazed into his face but it was still blank.

'Well, for starters there are seven of them.' She checked Harry's face and rolled her eyes. 'Seven years at Hogwarts!' she said slowly. Picking up one of the books she looked under the front cover. 'I thought so! Look!'

Harry peered at the proffered page. The ink had been splashed about considerably and whoever had written the text was unused to writing with a quill but never the less, there, in an oh so familiar yet completely different untidy scrawl were the words, 'James Edward Potter. Hogwarts first year.'

Underneath, a later hand had added, in biro, 'The story of Wormtail, Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, Chalky and Longneck. Volume one'