Hi, guys! Char here. Now, I still haven't got my computer working, but I hadn't written the next chapter yet, hadn't even decided if I was going to. Well, I have. This one isn't a song fic though, although a song inspires it. Here it is.

Deep in my soul,
A love so strong,
It takes control.
Now we both know.
The secrets bared,
The feelings shown.
Driven far apart,
I make a wish on a shooting star.
 
Chorus:
 
There will come a day,
Somewhere far away,
In your arms I'll stay,
My only love.
Even though you're gone,
Love will still live on,
The feeling is so strong,
My only love, my only love.
 
Repeat Chorus
 
There will come a day,
Somewhere far away,
In your arms I'll stay,
My only love.
You've reached the deepest part
Of the secret in my heart,
I've known it from the start,
My only love, my only love.

Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter, and so do all her affiliates, and I dunno who owns the song My Only Love.

Harris sat on the lounge in his apartment, still next to the phone. He was remembering. All of his memories, the ones from his first year at Hogwarts, until when he defeated Voldemort had come back. He remembered everything now, and he wondered exactly why Voldemort had placed that spell on him. Was it some type of revenge, to ensure that the moment Harris killed him, he wouldn't remember being Harry Potter any longer, and instead think of himself as a muggle guy named Harris O'Hara, who'd been involved in a motor-cycle accident, causing him not to remember the best years of his life? And to not remember Ginny either. What was he supposed to do? He'd go back, see what had happened since he left. To tell the truth, he was rather upset that none of his friends had come looking for him. Didn't they care about him? He resolved to go to Diagon Alley the next day, (in disguise, of course), and suss out the gossip of the past 6 years.

***

At 12 the next afternoon, a rather handsome 24-year-old blonde with delicious blue eyes walked into the Leaky Cauldron, wearing, of course, muggle clothing. There was a strange twinkle in his eye, one that reminded you of Albus Dumbledore, but also a wise sadness, which, incidentally, also reminded you of Dumbledore.

"Can I help you?" Tom asked the man. The man grinned.

"Nah, just passing through. Might come in for one of your famous butterbeers afterwards, though. Haven't had one for about 6 years. Far too long, if you ask me." Tom smiled his toothless grin,

"Very well," And left him alone.

Harry wandered into Diagon Alley, trying to listen to every single person's conversation at the same time.

"Did you hear? There was another Harry Potter sighting!" One witch was telling her friend.

"Oh, puh-lease, they're only tryin' to get attention!" Her friend scoffed. "Potter's been dead for 6 years, he ain't comin' back. They've gotta get used to it. They only want their name in the bloody Prophet anyway."

"Ooh, look at that guy, isn't he cute!" The first girl squealed suddenly, and Harry realised with horror that they were talking about him!! Oh well, might as well see how well his disguise worked. He might be able to weasel some information out of them. He walked over, and smiled what he hoped was a truly devastating smile.

"Hello, ladies." He said, "My name's Marc. I was just walking along, and I saw you 2 gorgeous girls, and I thought, 'Here're the 2 girls I could ask about what's happened the past 6 years!' You see, I've been on a rather remote muggle island, looking after my sick grandmother, and, well, you know how it is, they get so paranoid in their old age." The girls giggled, and he was almost sick.

"Well," The first one began, "Not much has happened, really, the fashions have rather stayed the same…"

"Yeah, the only think that's actually happened is that Harry Potter killed You-Know-Who, and he died, Potter, I mean, well, You-Know-Who as well."

"Oh?" He tried not to sound too interested. "Did he have a funeral?"

"It was more like a memorial, 'cos there was no body, but yeah. Heaps of people went."

"One freaky redheaded pregnant chick who looked about 17 stayed for ages, crying, and crying. She came back almost every day, and sat there, singing, and talking to herself. I know, 'cos I work across from the cemetery."

"Yeah, she was weird. Named Gina or some shit like that. A total nutcase if you ask me."

"I heard that Potter got her pregnant, then left when he found out, and got himself blown up on purpose so he wouldn't have to pay child support." By now, Harry was clenching his fists, and bighting the inside of his mouth to stop from slapping these 2 insolent brats, and yelling at them. He smiled tightly.

"Gosh, look at the time!" The first one exclaimed. "We're gonna be late for that show!"

"Oh yeah, see ya." They walked off, giggling. Harry relaxed, and decided to search for a broom.

"Good afternoon, what can I do for you?" The shop assistant asked Harry, when he walked in. He knew he looked pretty good; his muggle clothes were quite expensive.

"I'd like to take a look at the Moon Streak please." Harry replied, gesturing to the broom in the window. "And I'd like some information on it."

"Of course. Here's a brochure." Harry had a look.

The Moon Streak is a one of a kind, made by Lenora Da Vinci, great many times removed niece of the famous muggle artist, Leonardo Da Vinci. Her brooms are well known throughout the wizarding world, and this particular broom has an ash handle, with 12-inch yew twigs. The handle is treated with silk polish, and will most likely out-live many a generation of owners.

Harry grinned. This broom was perfect!

"I'll take it." He said.

"P-pardon?" The shop assistant stuttered.

"I want one. How much?"

"Uh, 3500 Galleons." He mumbled.

"Wonderful." Harry shelled out the money; rather glad that he'd saved most of his muggle money from teaching, and that he'd managed to open a new account at the bank. He'd face the confrontation another time. He walked out, and bumped into 2 women, and a little girl walking in. "Sorry." He said automatically, and helped them up. He froze, when he looked into the face of the little girl. "Jade?" He asked. She looked at him in puzzlement. "Oh, I'm one of the teachers at Reran West Primary." He hurriedly explained. "Miss Marissa said you're one of the most promising students she's ever had, and Harris O'Hara says you're adorable." Jade blushed. "Anyway, I must go." He walked off. He hadn't even looked at the two women beside her, but if he had, he'd have been very surprised…