“I had to come back,” Draco whispered. “Don't try to understand.” And as Harry saw Draco sigh, saw his eyes clench shut, he knew. Draco hadn't come back for his mum. His dignity. The truth. He came back for Ginny.

Harry is in love with Hermione, and everyone knows about it--everyone but Ron and Hermione. Who conveniently are now engaged, just as Harry was about to reveal his feelings. What's a poor bloke to do?

Harry lost Hermione during the war against Voldemort. She turns up in his life at the point where he's given up all hope, and fallen into the comfort of music. But what does he do when she has no memory of being a witch, of Hogwarts, or of him?