"Mum, what's going on?" Ginny asked, her brown eyes wide and confused.

"Ginny, dear, I think... I think you might have lost some of your memory," she said, her eyebrows knitting together.

"What? How old am I?"

"You're twenty three now, Gin," her mom said.

Ginny blanked- she had lost ten years. "Oh my... Mom. No. I'm thirteen. I've got to be thirteen-"

"Sweetheart, don't worry. I'm sure it's temporary. A simple charm and you'll remember everything."

"What's everything?" Ginny asked. "And what's with Harry?"

"You are married now."

"What?" she asked, pretending to be discusted by it, but inside, she was dancing with joy. Oh my goodness! I married Harry I married Harry I married Harry-

Then, Harry himself returned with the healer and sat next to her again. She was asked a few questions, and then Harry and Mrs. Weasley were asked to leave the room.

"What do you think?" he asked her when they waited outside.

"I'm sure he can just use some kind of memory charm," she said, wringing her hands. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Definitely."

Ten minutes later, the Healer returned.

"Ginny had lost ten years of her memory," he told them with a reluctant smile.

"Yes?" Harry said. "And what is being done about it?"

"Because it was caused by natural injuries, she's being given a potion to help restore the disrupted cells in her brain. However, we cannot simply give her her memory back. Eventually, I believe it will return-"

"You believe it will return?" Harry asked.

"I'm sure it will," he amended. "But it will take some time. In the meantime, just talk to her and remind her of what went on in the past few years. That part can sometimes be fun for them."

Harry gave him a look, as if asking whether or not this man was crazy.

"Visiting hours are up in twenty minutes," the Healer said. "But you can stay," he said to Harry.

"I'll just go say goodbye," Mrs. Weasley said.

"You do that," Harry said. "I'll be right back- I'm going to talk to Ron again."

Out in the waiting room, Ron was still there.

"Gin's lost ten years of memory," Harry said blandly. "And she won't get it back for awhile."

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Fancy that- waking up and not knowing anything."

"She's got to stay the night, so can you keep James? I'm sorry to do this to you guys, I'll pcik him up straight off in the morning-"

"Don't worry about it. Good practice," Ron said, beaming. "And don't worry about picking him up right away. It's Sunday, remember? We can have him all day if you want. Especially in Gin doesn't remember him..." Ron said, and Harry grimaced, imagining his poor little one-year-old son seeing his mum not recognize him.

"We'll see how the day goes. Either way I'll be in tomorrow morning to see him. Tell him mummy and daddy love him and to be a good boy."

"God, am I gonna do that?" Ron asked. "'Mummy and daddy love you,'" he said, in a poor imitation of Harry's voice.

"Shut up," Harry said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

When he went back to Ginny's room, he found himself with a lot of nerves. She didn't remember them together at all, didn't remember their marriage, their son, nothing. But more importantly, she didn't remember that the war had started and ended, that Voldemort was gone, and that Sirius, Dumbledore, Lupin and Tonks were dead. Or that her very own brother was dead.

"Hey," he said, poking his head in. She smiled nervously at him. "Do you mind...?"

"No," she said. He took his seat ext to her bed again. "So... what happened? Like, tell me what I missed. The healer said I might as well just ask..."

"From the beginning? Or just... highlights?"

"Say the good stuff first," she said, knowing that she'd probably missed some horrifying things, too. If she lost her memory just when Voldemort had returned, which she did remember, he had most likely caused some tragedy by now.

"Well... you were a professional Quidditch Player," Harry offered up.

"No way!" she said, her face brightening up. "Really?"

"Yep- a long time, too. Until last year."

"Why last year?"

"We had a baby," he said, unsure of how she would take the news.

Her face became very pensieve right then. But inside, she was feeling rather happy. She had a child- it was an odd feeling to know you had a child, but have no idea anything about him. Or her.

"What's their name?"

"His name is James Sirius, and he's eleven months old right now," Harry said, smiling. "He's brilliant. Laughs at everything. We can already tell he's going to be trouble when he goes to Hogwarts."

"And what else?" she asked, actually having fun. It was like getting a glimpse into her future, something she'd thought about a lot when she was thirteen. And though she knew she'd already lived it all, she didn't remember any of it. Instead of being scared, like she maybe should have been, she was excited.

"Voldemort's gone," Harry said, seriously. "That happened right after your sixth year. You didn't stay in Hogwarts all year, though. And Ron and Hermione and I didn't go at all- we went to try and defeat him. But in the end, he was finished in May at Hogwarts."

"You did it...?" she asked, her eyes wide. Harry nodded. "That's fantastic. That's brilliant!" she said, laughing. "That's the one thing I was scared about, with ten years later... that the world was in ruins, or he was at large- the world isn't in ruins, is it?"

"No," Harry said, laughing. "Right now, the world is pretty good, actually. Ron and Hermione are going to have a baby in a few months."

"Seriously?" she asked, shaking her head in disbelief. "This is all too amazing. So cool. When did they get together?"

"Right after the battle."

"When did we...?"

Harry smiled. "My sixth year. You were dating Dean Thomas for most of the year, though... I don't knwo what happened, exactly. I just finally wised up or something. But after the last Quiddith match, we kissed."

She blushed, embarrassed, but then remembered that he'd gone through all this, too, so it wasn't before, when she would just constantly think about kissing Harry. And he married her, so obviously he wanted to kiss her.

"Are we happy?" she asked nervously.

"Very happy."

"What about everyone else? Mum and Dad and Bill and Charlie and Fred and George and, well, I suppose Percy-"

"Well, Bill," Harry said, trying to avoid the subject of Fred. "You'll be excited to hear that Bill married Fleur-"

"Eew!" she exclaimed. "Well... I bet Ron's happy."

Harry smiled. This was going to be rather fun.

As long as he avoided the rather unpleasant subjects.