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A/N: Well, this chapter is randomly in diary form. Because, ahem, I thought it might make a nice change. Oh, who am I kidding? I felt like it. It's didn't really come out the way I planned though. Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming in!

Memory – A Blessing

The Beginning

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I wrote that I met that guy Tom, right? Well, I've just got back from meeting him again, and I am very proud to say that I was right. I dunno, some people would probably think that he was arrogant or not likeable, but I think he's lovely. And once he gets stirred up about something, he's loads of fun.

I suppose it was almost a date we've just been on, but I don't like to presume. After all, he probably hasn't met anyone from Hogwarts for ages either, if he's been travelling for ages, and just wants some familiar company. It's freaky, he knows quite a lot about me, like my family and stuff, but I still can't really remember him. I sort of recognise him though, so I'm not too bothered. He probably just has a better memory than me, which isn't hard!

Anyway, we Apparated to Hogsmead for some shopping. (my idea, Tom's a typical guy, and he was really sceptical about it!). Thank goodness it's summer, long days, because the shops don't close until sunset. It's so weird, I could see Hogwarts from where we were and it looks so old now. We had loads of fun in Honeydukes, and Tom knows some pretty weird places, I'll tell you! Nothing dodgy though, so mum won't be fainting away up there when she sees me!

We had dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, as homey and delicious as usual. Then we went to Tom's place (his idea!), and it's like a mansion or something, it's huge! The garden itself is like half the size of a Quidditch pitch, so you can imagine. We played some Swivenhodge, which isn't as great as Quidditch, but we both got quite competitive! I remember playing Swivenhodge with one a Muggle-born friend ages ago, and she'd said it was like a Muggle sport called Tennis except with broomsticks and a different scoring system. When I told Tom that he just started laughing and his floppy hair went all sticky-outy, it was very cute.

Ok, Ginny, time to get a grip. You barely know the guy!

So I had fun, and I think Tom did too. I caught him looking at me weirdly a couple of times, it's like he wants to tell me something. I'm probably just imagining things. Dad got all questiony when I got back, but he's ok about Tom. He's been a bit weird these past few years, but I can understand that.

Wow, it felt good to have been with somebody who experienced almost the same stuff as I did in the War. We really understand each other, which is great. We've agreed to meet up again in a couple of days. This is schoolgirl-ish of me, but I can't wait!

Ginny

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Hi, bloody stupid old diary thing,

Huh. I can't believe I found this in my old room. It's the first time I've looked in here since I got back. Last time I wrote in this thing was when I was at school, I think. It's pretty funny reading what I wrote then.

Ginny's just left my house. I can't believe I'm writing that, I still can't believe we met again. I think we just went on a date or something, but I won't think about it like that yet. She still doesn't really remember me – I dropped little hints all evening. She knows me as Tom Grey. Ugh, I don't know what made me choose that name.

So, we went to Hogsmead for some shopping. (She's still the same old Ginny, I guess.) It was weird, seeing Hogwarts again. We had dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, it was pretty good, and then she agreed to come back here for a bit. I had to remind myself a few times that she doesn't bloody remember you, Malfoy. I gave her a tour of the house, and she looked pretty amazed. Well, I've never been to The Burrow, but just knowing the name of that Weasley house explains a lot. We played some Swivenhodge, and my little weasel's as good as ever. She doesn't remember having played with me before, though. She thinks the last time she played was with a Muggle friend, and she tried to explain this Muggle sport to me. I just laughed.

I don't know what came over me yesterday, to made me ask to meet her. It's – well, it's painful, seeing her in a way that's like I'm on the outside, knowing that she's forgotten me. I still can't quite believe it. And every time she mentioned her father, I wanted to hit something. I'm just grinning at the thought that he doesn't know about us, that we've met again. Even if Ginny tells him about me, he doesn't know Tom Grey. I'll stay as Tom for the rest of my life, if I can keep her.

Merlin, this is stupid. I went travelling so I could get over her, and my first week back I meet her again, and ask her out! She has this knack with turning me into a soppy idiot. I am an idiot. But I – love her. I do. I loved my old Ginny, and I love this one, who doesn't know me. And I'm happy, I suppose. Hell, I'm ecstatic!

YES!!

D.M.