A/N: Well, first of all, I want to say that I dreaded writing this chapter. Actually, this fic was all planned out when some of lovely reviewers said, they are expecting a different ending to this fic than the movie 50 first dates. I finally settled for this outcome after writing-rewriting this chapter almost 4 times.


Hermione has kept her promise. It took her five days to send the confirmation that all the Weasley's have agreed to his plan. But Harry wasn't convinced, he owled Hermione and asked what was Mr. Weasley's response to all of these. Hermione replied, Mr. Weasley trusts their judgment. She urged him to get on with the collection of the Pensieve.

Collecting the Pensieve had been the easiest thing to do in this whole process. McGonagall was very sympathetic after she heard what happened to Ginny. He couldn't assure though how much time they will need the Pensieve but she assured him that they could keep it as long as they wish. Hermione told him to come over to The Burrow the next day for assorting the memories for Pensieve. The next day, when he entered the burrow, he had to admit he was quite nervous. After all, the kind of alienation that grew between him and the Weasley's, don't go away that easily. But the welcome he got from the Weasley house left him surprised. Mrs. Weasley saw him first and came hurrying towards him. He was about to greet her when she hugged him tightly. He had never been hugged so fiercely before. She released him after few seconds and said, "Ohh Harry! I am truly sorry about the other day. I hope you can forgive us." He hastily replied,

"No-No Mrs. Weasley. It was just a misunderstanding-"

"Come on in. Everyone is waiting for you." Mrs. Weasley beamed.

The burrow was not full of people as Harry had expected. Only Bill, Hermione and Mr. Weasley were waiting for him in the kitchen. Harry was expecting to see Ginny, he hadn't seen her more than a week though he knew she was at her class. Still, he hoped. Bill shook his hands and Hermione flashed him a smile. But the person he was looking forward to greet was Mr. Weasley. But Mr. Weasley was looking as defeated as ever, he tried to smile but it more looked like a grimace. He shook Harry's hand and said quietly, "I hope you can forgive us. I can't change what happened that day but I would like to make a fresh start."

It was hard for Harry to believe that this was the same Mr. Weasley he had met just a week ago. He replied, "Of course, I hope so too."

They all seated at the kitchen table when he asked about the other Weasley's, Hermione replied,

"The less the better."

They all sat quietly for a moment when Mr. Weasley said, "So, Hermione told us about your theory."

Harry nodded. Mr. Weasley continued, "And we think this might work. Now the question is, whose memories are we going to use?"

All of them discussed and debated for an hour when at last they decided that it was best to use Mr. Weasley and Luna's memories since they were both present during the major incidents. Hermione, who was seating next to him, asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to use yours?" Harry shook his head and said, "If this works, she will remember me in any other way." Hermione was about to argue, but his stern gaze shut her up.

They decided to get on with collection of Mr. Weasley's memory whereas Hermione promised to collect Luna's. The collection of memory was rather unnerving for Mr. Weasley cause he saw Mr. Weasley's hands tremble when he put his tip of wand on his temple. Harry put his hands reassuringly on Mr. Weasley's and said quietly, "It's okay, Mr. Weasley." His assurance must have calmed Mr. Weasley because after that he was able to put his memory steadily in to a vial. All of them looked at the silvery substance for a while when Hermione finally asked,

"When should we do it?"

"This Sunday." Harry replied calmly. "Ginny will be home."


All too soon enough it was Sunday morning and Harry disapparated from his flat for the Weasley house. When Burrow appeared in front of him, he stood there for a moment, thinking whether they were doing the right thing or not. What if something goes horribly wrong? He knew that at the twelfth hour, he should not let these uncertainties bother him. He chewed about these things for the last couple days and today is definitely not the day for these thoughts. He even discussed with Neville, Seamus and Dean. All of them thought this has a really good chance to bring Ginny's memory back. Making up his mind, he slowly entered the Weasley kitchen. The whole house seemed silent except Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Hermione were awake and talking in low voice to each other.

"Ohh, Harry you are here! Looks like, I am not the only one who didn't get much sleep last night." Harry could see justification to Hermione's remark because Hermione had black circles around her eyes which was a clear evidence of her lack of sleep.

Mrs. Weasley came forward and said, "Morning Harry. Have a seat and I will make you some Tea."

Harry took his seat and asked, "Is everything going according to the plan?"

Hermione nodded and said, "Ginny will come for her breakfast around 8:30." Harry looked at his watch and it said, 8:20. Mr. Weasley who was looking rather tired as well said, "If this doesn't work Harry I promise no one will blame you for anything. It was our conscious decision and I hope you wouldn't feel guilty about whatever happens today.

Harry, a little surprised, nodded.

Suddenly there was a sound of someone's footsteps descending from the stairs and they all became cautious in a moment. Hermione whispered urgently, "Quickly Harry, get under your cloak." Harry hastily pulled the cloak over him as he became invisible to everyone. They all agreed that in their previous meeting that it would be better if Harry stayed under his cloak, as Ginny wouldn't use the Pensieve in front of a stranger. Under his cloak Harry saw Mr. Weasley squeezing the hands of Mrs. Weasley reassuringly and Hermione glancing at Bill as if she was also looking for some kind of assurance as well. But Bill simply nodded. Ginny's voice floated in,

"Mum?"

"In the kitchen dear," Molly replied.

Ginny slowly came into view, looking rather groggy from her sleep but still, she was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen.

"Morning everyone."

Everyone in the kitchen except Harry murmured "Morning." Ginny went to kiss Mr. Weasley on the cheeks and said, "Happy Birthday dad." Mr. Weasley replied in a constricted voice,

"T-Thanks Dear. Have a seat."

Ginny sat next to Mr. Weasley and yawned loudly.

"Mum will you fix me a cup of tea?"

"Of course."

Ginny stifled another yawn and said, "I wish all of us were here. The Burrow is just not the same without all the chaos!" Ginny sighed. Molly gave Ginny her tea and said in an assuring voice, "Everyone has work dear but the good thing is I invited the whole lot and they promised to come at tonight's dinner!"

Ginny beamed. She then looked questioningly at Hermione, who was seating at the opposite of her, "Hey Hermione, how come you are here so early? Where is Ron?"

"I came to help for the dinner and you know Ron, how lazy he is, especially on a Sunday."

Ginny sighed. Hermione started to look more nervous than she already is and Harry knew the time has come.

"Ginny, Um.. You are right. I have other reasons for coming early too."

All the inhabitants at the kitchen became more tensed than they already are.

Ginny, mildly surprised asked, "Why?"

Hermione swallowed hard and took a glance at where Harry was standing under the cloak, invisible.

Hermione continued despite her nervousness, "Do you remember during our sixth year, one day we were in the restricted section in the library and I told you about a rare magical artifact where one can see memories of his own and others?"

"Hermione, we used to spend half a day at the library and you blabbered about loads of artifacts, which one you are talking about?"

"Do you remember when I told you about the Pensieve?"

"Pensie-vee, Yes..Pensieve. I remember. You told me something like very few have seen them -"

"Yes! Recently, I have learnt that Professor Dumbledore had one."

Ginny, clearly surprised, said then, "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. He always had a knack of doing or having something strange.. Wait a moment! Why are you telling me this today? Don't tell me that you have acquired one too?" Ginny's eyes widened.

Hermione's reply was in a very low voice, she looked almost embarrassed.

"Er- actually I have acquired -" Before Hermione could finish her sentence, Ginny exclaimed,

"What? When? Who gave it to you? Do you have it with you now?"

Hermione smiled a little and said, "One question at a time. One colleague of mine managed to give it to me; Professor McGonagall gave the permission to use it. And yes, I have it with me now."

Hermione slowly put the Pensieve from the chair next to her on the table. Ginny stood up to get a clear view. She looked awed and whispered, "This is.. Simply beautiful! Bill, mum and dad, have you seen it?"

"Yeah, Hermione was just showing us when you came in." Bill replied.

"I wish we had some memories to put in." Ginny sighed.

"As a matter of fact, we have. Mr. Weasley just specifically picked a memory of him for you." Hermione tried to show a false tone of excitement.

"It's a memory of you, Ginny," Arthur said softly.

"You have been planning this for a long time. Haven't you?" Ginny's eyes shined with excitement.

Hermione somehow managed what looked like a grin and said, "Yeah, we wanted to surprise you!"

Ginny raised her brow as she inquired further, "It's dad's birthday, not mine."

Mr. Weasley's voice slightly shook while he replied his daughter, "Think of it as more of a thank you gift to you."

Hermione asked, "So, should I put on the memory?" Hermione addressed this question to Ginny but it felt like she was asking the other's permission. Mr. Weasley nodded.

Hermione carefully put the silvery substance on the Pensieve from the vial, slowly swirling it with her wand.

"Go on. Put your head in to it," Hermione prodded.

"What! I have to put my head?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Ginny, sometimes you can be so thick like your brothers. Yes, you have to put your head otherwise how you're going to see the memories?"

Ginny nodded and slowly placed her head on the Pensieve. The way she looked at the pensieve with excitement, made Harry feel guilty. She trusted them but they were using that trust to show something agonizing. It was almost close to a betrayal.

They all knew it'd take only few minutes so Harry removed his cloak and went forward stand beside Ginny and Hermione. All of them were looking each other anxiously, waiting for something ominous. Ginny's body trembled suddenly, as if she was about to slide off the chair. Harry hastily tried putting his hands around Ginny to stop her from falling. But he realized he didn't need to because Ginny's face was still in the Pensieve and somehow she managed to steady her balance.

Two more agonizing minutes passed when Ginny finally removed her head from the Pensieve. Her lips trembled but somehow her voice failed her. She tried again,

"W-was..How long?"

"Five years," Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"You have been doing these for the last five-"

Tears started to roll down her cheek but she continued, "My long-term memories- are they alright?"

"The Healers couldn't be sure but we found some gaps." Hermione replied quietly.

Ginny nodded but to everyone's surprise she started to rub her temple. Worried, Molly asked, "Ginny dear, are you alright? Is your head hurting?"

Ginny shook her head violently and said, "I'm trying to remember something. Damn it!"

"You don't need to do this to yourself," Molly said sternly. Ginny greeted her teeth and said, "I have to! Give me a moment to remember please!"

Utterly perplexed, they didn't feel it was prudent to stop Ginny from whatever she wants to do.

Ginny closed her eyes then and after a minute she snapped her eyes open, exclaiming, "Wait! I-I remember!"

No one moved for a second, as if time had finally stood still. All the inhabitants in the kitchen were hoping against hope. Hermione asked cautiously, "What do you remember Ginny?"

"You-know-who and-"

"And?" Hermione urged.

"Harry Potter," Ginny whispered.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked disappointed for a second and but they wiped it off very fast. Harry, on the other hand, didn't dare to take a breath.

"Harry Potter? You remember him?" Bill sounded confused.

"R-Remember him? I don't know what you're talking about, I'm asking about the WAR Bill! Who Won?" Ginny demanded.

Harry sighed, a ray of hope flickered for a second before enveloping him again with darkness.

Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, gave answer to Ginny's query. "Harry and The Order were able to defeat V-Voldemort in the end." Mr. Weasley clearly still had trouble using the Voldemort's name.

Ginny sat down and Mrs. Weasley came forward to place a reassuring hand on her daughter's shoulder. She whispered,

"We are so sorry dear. I hope you can forgive us. We tried our best but -" Ginny looked at her mother and said, "I know. You don't have to say anything Mum."

Hermione, however, continued, "Um, Ginny- We have one more thing to say. When I said one of my colleagues helped me to acquire this Pensieve. Well actually-" Hermione hesitated,

"It was Harry, Harry Potter who has helped us." Out of his reverie, Harry realized he somehow forgot that they had decided earlier to reveal his identity to Ginny, just to 'officially' introduce him for today.

Hearing this, Ginny's eyes widened with surprise.

"And he is here with us." Hermione added. Until now, Harry was standing at the back of Ginny which is why she wasn't able to see him. Slowly he walked passed her, to stand in front of her. Harry could feel all eyes were upon him but he was aware of only one pair of eyes.

A pair of brown shaded eyes.

Harry couldn't feel what his expression was, maybe it was devoid of emotions. But that didn't concern him much. What startled him almost, were Ginny's eyes. As if her eyes were showing some sort of recognition, she whispered,

"This can't be. I-it's impossible."

Before anyone could even say or realize anything, she started to run for upstairs and called back to them, "I need to see something! I will be right back!"

"GINNY!" Molly called her.

But Ginny ran past them without any backward glance. They looked at each other, feeling uneasy. After a minute or so, they could hear noises were coming from her room. She was rummaging for something.

Harry looked at all of them; they all looked as bewildered as he was. Soon enough, Ginny came hurrying from the stairs, holding a canvas.

"I needed to check. I-I had to make sure-" Ginny was out of breath because of her running.

Pointing at the canvas, Molly asked, "Ginny, calm down. What's going on? What is this?"

"Mum, please all of you need to see this! I woke up today and saw this beside my bed. I must have finished this portrait few days ago; just take a look! The colors are still fresh!" Ginny carefully put the canvas on the table for everyone to see.

Hermione gasped.

A pair of striking green eyes was looking at them from the canvas.

Harry's eyes.

His portrait.