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A couple turned at the end of the alleyway onto an adjacent street and stared before the seemingly unending series of sturdy marble pillars that extended into the horizon. The massive support system proudly flanked the rest of the building, which, despite its age, gave off a dignified air about it. Warm rays from an afternoon sun spilled in between the crevices, giving the structure a divine glow.

The woman, whose waves of long red hair tumbled across her back, slipped her hand into her husband's, and turning her face towards his, gave him a gentle smile. Together, the two walked inside the magnificent building, and a string of ancient spells blocking the couple's way checked to see if their love was true. The network of threatening red lines that guarded the building dissipated when the couple walked through the archway. A rusting gold marker that hung overhead suggested the memorial's persisting elegance; the sign, decorated with ancient runes, introduced the building as the Wizarding World's Commemoration of Love.

"Ginny," the man said, giving his wife a small nudge. "Just take a look at this place!"

"I know! Look at this sign, Harry – Vials of memories are kept on these walls, where interested visitors may use a Pensieve to dip into the memories of lovers who have left behind their stories for others to experience." Ginny smiled brightly at her husband. "This is beautiful."

The pair quietly examined the walls that were lined with gleaming rows of curious silvery substances trapped in impossibly thin crystal containers. A few couples were also strolling along in the various hallways nearby, while others were already deeply invested in their own Pensieves to view the memories of other lovers.

With her finger, Ginny lightly traced over the tiny nameplates that were glinting in the warmly lit hallway. She paused and turned to ask her husband, "Harry, what if your parents' story is here?"

At his wife's words, Harry went past the rows of glowing containers until he reached the row containing his surname. His wand hand shook slightly by his side as his eyes raced for his parents' names. Emboldened letters jumped out to capture his attention mere seconds later:

James and Lily Potter

"Merlin's Beard," Harry said in a hushed whisper under his breath before he called for his wife, "Ginny, they're here!"

Ginny walked up to Harry and watched as he bent down to retrieve his parents' vial. The two brought it to one of the numerous Pensieves that lined up next to each individual row. Trying very hard to ignore the loud thumping in his chest, Harry pushed up his drooping robe sleeve. He let the pleasant humming the container was emitting to quietly settle down in the palm of his hand, and with a surprisingly steady hand, slowly poured in the silvery contents of the glass vial until the previously transparent Pensieve swirled into an assortment of colors. In spite of the Pensieve's rapid movement, Harry could catch flashes of fiery red hair and those eerily familiar round, black-rimmed glasses…

Harry grasped his hand around Ginny's and asked, "Will you come with me?"

"Of course, Harry."