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Magical Memories – Chapter Six

"No you are saying it wrong Lynn. Its "Wingardium Leviosa" not "Winardium" ," said Harry, smiling slightly when Ginny made a face at him for his correction. He often wondered how she picked up the horrible Canadian accent. It was as though she was a native from here and not British at all. Then again Hermione had told him that brains had the ability to adapt fast during desperate situations.

It had been a week since Ginny had discovered she could "accio" her nail polish to herself. He remembered the morning when her smiling face had beckoned him out of his depressed state. She was all giddy with excitement when she recited her morning's experiment to him. His heart had pounded heavily with her every word. Hermione was right. There was still hope. Perhaps Ginny did not trust him completely, but she was willing to learn. And he was glad. And in some ways he was glad she did not trust that easily. Ron and the auror department were still investigating the people who had taken her in. It was difficult to track because of the distance, and governments. Canadian Government seemed to have a very secure privacy protection plan for its citizens. Ron trusted Harry to watch out for her until they found a lead. He sighed and watched Ginny try again.

They had both decided to practice twice a week to see how much Ginny could learn, or better remember. So far other than accidental magic there hadn't been any luck on the remembrance department but much to her own chargin,she had mastered the accio charm. They were careful around students, and Harry only had to remind Ginny once to use "james", and that was the first day she had told him about the accio. They had to especially be cautious around Tai. Ginny felt bad about leaving him out, but they both agreed that it was the best thing to do, given the current situation. That is why, they could only practice two days a week, because it was the only two days when they shared a break without Tai. And it was during this time Harry felt a strange sort of anguish in his heart as he watched Ginny in her unguarded moments.

Her mannerism still very much like the woman he loved; the way she laughed lifting her head upward and her eyes crinkling around the corners, the way she read, biting her lips when something was causing her difficulty, the way she moved lighting up the room with her smile, where ever she went. He watched her as her eyes focused on the cushion they were practising on. Those brown eyes, which he had once thought to have almost lost forever.

Her red hair was tied back in a pony tail, reminding him of a time in DA where she had stood almost in this same pose. It was during these times where he had to force himself to remember that it wasn't that same Ginny who was standing in front of him. It was Ginny, who did not know who she was; who was trying to discover herself, who if truth were to be told was both Lynn and Ginny, as she was living her life with dual identity, she was a woman who was not in love with him. His heart seemed to tighten at his last thought and he brushed it away hurriedly. He had not told Ginny about them dating. He had told her they had been good friends. And after a long glance at him, she seemed to have been satisfied with that response.

"James Look!" Ginny's voice interrupted him out of his reverie. She had done it. The cushion was now floating in front of her.

"Well done," he told, her in the best teacher voice he could muster.

Ginny giggled. " O shush, Harry," she said, while sticking her tongue out at him. Harry noticed she tried to use his real name when they were alone. He didn't mind. He had missed hearing it from her voice.

He grinned at her. " Now is that the way you talk to your superiors young lady?" he asked, trying to impersonate their potion's master from Hogwarts.

"No, that's the way I talk to self-righteous prats!" she retorted. They both shared a laugh at this comeback. Harry noticed her eyes light up as she laughed. That was one of things that had drawn him towards her in the first place. Her eyes seemed to tell stories of her heart in these unguarded moments. He stared at her mesmerized, without being able to stop himself.

It was her voice again that caused him to avert his eyes to a different direction. "Umm do I have something on my face?" she asked, suddenly realizing that he wasn't laughing with her, when she noticed him staring.

Harry was beyond embarrassed. She had caught him staring, and unabashedly so. You continue this and you will put a Weasley blush to shame. He told himself. " Umm, no Lynn, nothing I just remembered something. Sorry," he mumbled some jibberish quickly, hoping she would not ask him about the subject. She had asked him to call her by Lynn until she fully regained back her true identity, and he had obliged.

She raised her eyebrows at him questioningly and he shrugged. " You know Harry, I know you are helping me and everything, but I am here if you need to talk as well. I mean, I just noticed you have been drifting off into space for many a times these past few days....and it kind of worries me. I hope everything is okay?" she asked, sounding concerned.

Harry smiled at her. She still had Ginny's caring heart to the core. " I am okay, really. Just a bit home sick I think, but thanks. I really appreciate that,"

Ginny waved him off with her hand. " Don't even go there Harry. What you are doing for me is nothing compared to it. And besides true friends never really measure their friendship and keep count do they?" she said. Harry knew it was a rhetorical question and she did not want an answer. So he simply nodded, while they continued packing the equipment that mostly consisted of pieces of furniture that they had used for practise.

"And speaking of being home sick," Harry could detect a sense of mischievousness creep into her tone, so he prepared his ears. "Yeah?" he asked.

"It is February," she said, emphasizing the month, " any one special that you are homesick about," she asked waggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows at him. Her hands rested on her hips. There was something terribly "Ginnylike" about that posture. The irony of the situation made him laugh.

After a few more moments, of her scrutiny, he stopped and sighed. "I ..." he started, trying to find the words without giving anything away.

Almost as though she could sense his discomfort, she raised her hand to stop him. " I am only joking Harry. I know its personal, you don't have to share if you don't want to."

" I do want to," Harry said, looking her directly in the eyes, " I do Lynn, but I can't , not yet. Will you trust me on this?" He requested her softly.

She held his gaze for a few moments before nodding, and looking away. The rest of the packing was done in silence.

"Harry?" she asked as they both headed for the door.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking at her while leaning against the door frame.

Ginny was quiet for a few moments, before she spoke up again. " Did she...I mean did she have something to with me losing my memory?" she asked in a quiet voice still looking at the floor.

Harry looked at her, and his mind screamed to tell her the truth. But Hermione had advised him not to tell her any more than he had to. She had to remember some things herself. He reached out and gave her shoulder a small squeeze. "Something like that," he said, barely in a whisper that she could catch, before heading out the door.

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