Harry felt his feet hit cold, hard ground, and looked frantically in every direction. There was nothing but shallow hills and grass for as far as he could see, and definitely no sign of a shack. He hastily placed his wand on his outstretched palm and muttered "Point me." The wand spun around, eventually pointing to Harry's left, and Harry shot forward, sprinting east, just as the note had said.

Harry left the ministry around ten 'o clock tonight and found the note as soon as he got home, so he assumed it was around ten-thirty now. At any rate, the sky was dark and clear; even the stars seemed dimmer, but that could just be because of Harry's current feeling of cold dread.

It was that note, that awful note that made Harry feel more terrified than he could ever remember feeling before. He had faced horrible creatures, dark wizards, and even death more times than even the most experienced auror, but he had never in his life been so terrified by one sentence.

It was being faced with the prospect of losing everything that made Harry recall all of the memories that were stored in the back of his mind, always there but seldom remembered.

She led him to the edge of the lake, where just a little to their left a group of Hufflepuff fourth years were throwing dinner rolls at the giant squid. He looked back to Ginny and watched her take her shoes off, dip her toes in the lake, and arch her neck back, letting the sun caress her face. He sat down beside her, wanting so badly to say something, and at the same time, wanting the silence to say everything for him. He contented himself to simply take in her appearance. Her hair shone brilliantly, as if each individual strand was emitting its own radiant light. He wanted to run his hands through it, just as he had done mere minutes ago when she ran towards him in the common room, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him so deeply….

Halfway through this recollection, he noticed that Ginny was staring at him.

"What?" He asked.

"You're staring at my hair."

"Oh, well, it's beautiful."

"Yeah?" Ginny arched one eyebrow as if she was daring him to say it again.

"Yeah, but not as beautiful as you," said Harry, blushing.

Ginny looked towards the lake, but he could still see the smile on her face. "So, how long have you liked me?"

"How long have I liked you, or when did I realize I liked you?"

"The second one, I guess."

"When I saw you and Dean together."

"So, jealousy does work. Remind me to thank Hermione."

Harry had opened his mouth to ask what she wanted to thank Hermione for, but at that moment found speaking difficult; Ginny's lips met Harry's. The kiss was soft and sweet, and by end of it Harry was lying on his back, his arm around Ginny, who was lying beside him.

"So…do you want to talk about the match?" Harry asked with a smile. She laughed, and he took that as a no. They lay there for several hours, watching the clouds float overhead and the sun slowly set, not saying much, but simply basking in the glow of what had finally come to fruition between them.


The idea behind this story actually came from losing a close friend of mine. I was surprised at how the tragedy of losing someone caused me to suddenly remember every single moment we ever spent together, especially the small ones I'd forgotten over time. If you're interested in this story at all, please subscribe, because there will be many more memories to come. I also wouldn't mind taking any suggestions for memories that anyone has. Thank you for reading, and please review!

~Izzi