Well just to bring you up to speed I just finished HBP for the third time (still can't believe it) and still have a smug look on my face 'coz my predictions beat my friends! But any who this story has been planned forever and coincides lovely with HBP

WARNING: Beware SPOILERS they may be inserted without my knowing!

Summary: Five years ago Ginny Weasley was killed, as her love Harry fought to save her she vanished, her body never was found. And now Harry cannot survive the pain, he decides that suicide is the only escape. But then Janey who bares a striking resemblance to his dead love saves him. Maybe with time her memory will be restored.

Disclaimer: I blew out my candles… counted to ten… but alas again it didn't happen.

A woman of no more than twenty-three was walking down a busy London road on a sunny morning, her far from 'normal' appearance attracting stares from passers-by. Perhaps it was the way her hair shone in the summer sun like a newly inflicted wound or the way her eyes flicked from high building to high building with the expression of a five year old child. She stopped for minuets at a time to acknowledge and admire common day objects like cash machines or post boxes.

But she paid no heed to the people's stares, though it was evident that she found them as interesting as she found the buildings around her. She watched a family go past; a mother, looking highly distressed, pushed a pram down a cobbled side street her young husband was looking along the sky line as though trying to see something but then he too turned and walked down the street. The woman looked at the last building he had looked at and turned back just in time to see his red head vanish around a corner.

She didn't follow, but continued to make her way down the shop-encrusted street she was on. But when she looked at yet another building, her heart stopped, there on the top of a palace of buildings, named by signs as The Trocadero, was perched a single figure arms outstretched, embracing air. She looked around frantically her long hair sweeping over her shoulder. Nobody but herself seemed to have noticed him it was as if the people around her were too busy, to encased in their own selves, that they could not see, even those looking directly at him. In a second she was decided, doubling back to the side street she walked down it briskly. Coming to a halt she turned, her hair flicking behind her…

And there she was looking upon the figure from behind, for a moment she thought he had not heard her arrive, but then he spoke.

"I'm not going to listen, Hermione, Ron, which ever you are. So don't bother." He said in a brisk voice. She stood for a while watching the fierce wind rustle his hair.

"Well then will you listen too me?" He was so shocked by the sound of her voice he nearly lost balance.

He turned to face the sun and saw her, still blinking he asked in a hoarse disbelieving whisper. "Ginny?"

The sound of the name, perhaps the way he spoke it, meant something to her, even for a split second she went to answer it. But then she remembered.

"Well only if you're Scottish." But when he continued to blink at her, apparently confused she elaborated. "That's how people say my name, Janey, Jeanie, in Scotland." His face turned from a confused frown to disappointment in seconds.

He had thought, he had been sure that it was her, that some how she had escaped, survived. But no. He was only facing this woman who looked like her. It had been a trick of the light. She wasn't Ginny. Ginny was dead.

Janey took a step forwards, and he turned away from her. He looked out and she was sure she felt him close his eyes on the world. His foot reached out feeling nothingness and she called out.

"Wait!"

What was he waiting for, for her too come back, for her too save him from this agony that was life without her? But the urgency in the woman's voice made him turn, his unusually shaped scar shining in the mid day sun, his hair blown against his face.

"Why?" She said simply squinting through the sun.

He knew the answer, but he had never voiced it before.

"Because." He started calling over the sound of the wind. "Because I need to be with her. I deserve it!" He'd waited five years; he needed to see her again. "It's not fare, it's never fare!" Everyone he loved died in the end it was just that way.

"So what you're saying, is that you're killing yourself, to be with the one you love, Therefore," She said with a wry smile, "doing the same thing to the people who love you." This – without him knowing it – brought him a step away from the edge.

"Do you know how lucky you are, to have people who love you, know you, this Hermione and Ron they must love you? Some people don't have that."

Why didn't he just send her somewhere? With a flick she'd be gone. Then he could go, and see Ginny again. And Sirius, his mum and dad, surely that would be better than listening to this Janey?

"Wouldn't they be sad to see you go, isn't that the reason you expected them?"

"Yes." He didn't know why he bothered answering her.

"Then why are you being so selfish?" She shouted in exasperation.

He was starting to think she was a bit unhinged. She was shouting at him, when she didn't know him, when he was teetering on suicide.

"I want to be selfish, I've never done that before, that's why she died, 'coz she couldn't be selfish, she couldn't save herself." Every word was costing him agony but ever so slowly he was moving further from the edge.

"I just want to be with her again." And with that he collapsed of the ledge.

She rushed forwards and grabbed his face, looking into his eyes, pure terror evident in her own.

"You weren't really going to jump were you?" her voice had lost all casual edge, he nodded and her eyes glassed over in terror. "Where do you live?" he gave her an address and she nodded.

"You can walk down the alleyway there," he pointed to the side street the family had disappeared down earlier.

"No I'll take us it'll be quicker, hold onto my arm now," Before he could process what she was doing, or in fact what she had said, the familiar feeling of Apparation hit him.

Looking around the messy London flat Janey steered him to his own sofa. Flicking her wand once more she passed him a warm cup of coffee. He didn't take it his eyes wide; he looked at her wand in shock.

"Oh right, muggle." Janey said to herself. "Listen, I'm a –"

"A witch! I know, but I don't – where are you – how – but – you're English?"

"To my best recollection, yes. But why are you so surprised I'm an English witch?" Raising an eyebrow at him.

"Because that would mean you went to Hogwarts around the same time as me." She leaned forwards slightly at this. So he was a wizard, then did he possibly…

"And do you – do you remember – me?" Her voice in a hopeful whisper,

"Well no, that's why I was so surprised. I would have though, you look so much like Ginny." Her face crumbled. "But maybe, you remember me." She shook her head,

"That's not possible, I don't remember any person I met when I lived in England." Seriously starting to feel confused now he asked her to explain.

"I lost my memory, years ago, didn't know who I was or what my life had been, my family and friends, all gone. I don't remember anything. The first memory of life I have is waking up in a small cottage in Scotland. The people there said they'd found me bruised and bleeding in a field just of the forest."

"But you do remember, you remember that you lived in England, and you remember being a witch and the spells and how to Apparate? "

"That wasn't the part of my brain that was affected, I remember stuff like that its just recollection of people and places. But I know I lived in England because of my accent." She got up and walked around the flat, wringing her hands.

"I'm sorry I Apparated straight in but you didn't look up to walking up the stairs. I remember it was rude." She looked at him for a while the twinkle in her eye glinting.

"I don't even know your name." She said casually.

"Oh its Harry, Harry Potter." And with a jolt he realised that was the first time he'd ever had to introduce himself to anyone in the wizarding world in a very long time.

Ok, at the mo… it's super cliché but have mercy, it's a sweaty, it will continue. And I know it's pretty obvious and everything BUT it's the background info that counts in this story. Keep Reading and possibly review! XxX People who are interested in the battle will get it, I'll run bit's of it in chapters, speaking of which I must go write the next one. Bye !

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