The next thing she knew, she was pushing Teddy on a swing. " Higher auntie Ginny" he squealed
" It's like flying" . She grinned at him. Then he turned his head to face her, it was not Teddy but a little boy with red hair. She was shocked.
"Why did you change your..." She was going to ask Teddy why he changed his face, before the child interrupted by saying:
" Mummy," holding their hands out. She stopped the swing and picked up the child. It was then that it occurred to her that this was a dream, it didn't matter what she wanted to do, this was the way the dream was going. The child laughed and she looked down to see a different child, a mirror copy of Harry. It was almost like seeing an identical copy of a young Harry.
"Mummy", he said kicking and wanting to be let go. This was one of the weirdest dreams she'd ever had. A miniature Harry calling her mummy, she put him down and they ran off towards the other side of the empty playground, before stopping and turning to wave. He had now become a red haired girl with plaits.
She awoke in her room. The curtains hadn't been shut completely and a chink of light reflected on the wall in front of her eyes. She groaned as the headache started and she became aware of her furry tongue. How did she end up in bed? The last thing she remembered was drinking firewhiskey in the kitchen. A vial of hangover potion was on her bedside table. Thank merlin, or rather Harry, for putting it there. She held her nose and gulped it down, it smelled and tasted disgusting but it did work. It took the edge off immediately, but never cleared the pain in her head. She stood up and managed to shuffle down to the kitchen, still in last night's clothes. Harry was there, sitting at the table, munching on some cereal, which according to the box, were called " Wizzo pop's" and reading the Daily Prophet. He had obviously heard her footsteps, as he looked up as she approached
" How are you feeling?" he asked.
" Like I've had a fight with a dragon and lost" she grinned, reaching for the tea that was on the table. "Thanks for the potion" she added.
"Have you seen your office?" he asked. She shook her head. "Maybe you should go and see" he said.
She stepped wearily through the living room towards her office. She opened the door to find all the cuttings were chucked across the room. " What did I do?" she asked. She knew he had followed around behind her.
" I came back and you were crying and upset, you said I hadn't told you everything. Then that you had become a horrible person in the last five years. The type of person who couldn't even stay faithful to her husband."
" I told you that?" she asked. So she had destroyed her marriage, as well as losing her memory, and possibly her job if they found out who she had an affair with.
" I''ll move out. I can stay at mum's." she said.
He just smiled at her. What he delusional?
" What?" she asked.
" You believe that you would have an affair?"
" I don't know what to believe, I'm finding it really hard to believe anything. All these half-truths. People telling me one thing, then another person saying something else. I'm not sure I can cope."
" Ginny, you're the strongest person I know" he said. He reached out to hold her hand, but managed to stop himself in time. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, whether she was still sleepy, but something made her reach out and touch his hand. She gave him a weak smile. He smiled back. This wasn't the right time.
"The articles, they're all rubbish you know. You kept them there for the case against Stephanie. I locked the drawer when you couldn't remember, I didn't want you to find them by chance. That's not going to happen now." he paused. " But I can tell you now, you weren't having an affair" he said.
" How can you be so sure?" she asked, playing devils advocate.
" Do you honestly believe you would? You didn't change your personality, you just lost time. And after what happened with Lucas.." he left the rest of the sentence unsaid, it was obvious where he was going. Those words from the newspaper article still haunted her " As revealed, exclusively, in Witch weekly 178 – Ginevra Weasley visited her boyfriend to find him in bed with Karen Taylor, another player for the Holyhead Harpies", so it was true! He obviously assumed she wouldn't do the same thing to him. It made perfect sense, but life didn't always make sense.
" I've had an idea" he said. "Instead of me telling you, why don't you see it for yourself."
Her nose creased, as her face moulded itself into a confused expression. " You mean recreate scenes?"
"No, this" he said picking up from a high shelf in the office, a shallow stone basin with symbols carved around the edge. She recognised it instantly, although she'd actually only seen Dumbledore's before. It was a pensive. Did she want to see Harry's memories of her? Of course she did, finally some answers!