One very heated argument and destroyed hospital room later, James and Anna snuck out of the St. Mungo's and headed back to their hotel to pack up their belongings. Anna, whose suitcase had arrived while they had been gone, packed very slowly, very cautiously, while James simply threw all of his belongings hurriedly into his suitcase. "Come on, you're moving slower than molasses," James urged his slow friend.

"If you want me to go stay with those weirdos, you'll have to let me get ready at my own pace," Anna responded coldly.

"They're not weirdos," James said defensively. "I may not remember them, but they're my friends. They want to help me remember my past."

"As long as you don't forget your present. Remember, you promised that we'd leave by the date on our airline tickets," Anna said.

"I will never forget about you and all you've done for me. I'm just hoping that soon I'll be able to remember me and all I've done for other people."

Anna looked at him with very sad eyes. "Are you sure you don't just want to go home right now?"

"Anna, you keep forgetting, I am home."

An hour later James and Anna arrived at Ron and Hermione's house. "This is a house?" Anna asked, looking over the house that resembled the Burrow.

"You don't seem to fully comprehend what being a wizard means. They can use magic to enlarge their house," James explained, remembering the description of the Burrow from his books.

"Well, all I have to say is if the house collapses and I get injured, I'm suing them for all they're worth."

James laughed. "I don't think they have much money; the Weasleys never were rich with material goods."

"Do you remember?" Anna asked curiously.

"No, I've told you, I've read all about my life. You really should read the books."

"Well did the books talk about how you were completely hairless when we found you practically dead? Did they tell about the deep cuts and bruises all over your body? Did they talk about my father who was able to keep you from dying? Did they write about how I spent a year of my life helping you regain the use of your limbs?"

James looked at her, ashamed of how he was treating her. "No, they don't cover the year leading up to my disappearance. They said it was too hard to relive. I don't want you to think I'm not grateful for all you've done, I just need to figure all of this out."

"You had a girlfriend that year didn't you?"

"Yes, yes I did. I don't know who she is or how serious we were or anything like that. I just know she wouldn't cooperate with telling her story for the last book."

"Do you want to find her?" Anna asked harshly.

"I don't know," James replied honestly. "For all I know she's married with kids by now."

"Harry!" Hermione called from the doorway. "I'm sorry; you prefer if we use James, right? Well whoever you are, are you going to linger in our front yard all day or are you going to come inside?"

"You're that woman who was in that place you call a hospital," Anna said accusingly.

"Sorry we couldn't let you leave, but it was imperative that James stay," Hermione explained. "Please do come in." James and Anna followed Hermione inside the house. "James, your room is on the right at the top of the stairs, Anna, you're on the left."

"Thanks, Hermione. Your house really is nice." James walked up the stairs followed by a hesitant Anna. They went to their respective rooms and got settled in. When James finished he went to check on Anna's progress. "How are things coming in here?" he asked.

Anna lay on her bed, her suitcase still intact. "I don't like this one bit James."

"You can leave if you want, but I can't."

"I'm just going to take a nap and hope that all of this is a dream." James nodded and walked downstairs to find Hermione feeding her daughter.

"Is this Jamie?" James asked.

"Yes, would you like to hold her?"

"Very much so," James replied and took the baby out of her arms. "Hi there," he cooed. "I'm your Uncle Harry, I'm sorry I couldn't have been here sooner, but I forgot where home was." James looked up from the beautiful baby girl in his arms and smiled at Hermione. "Is it okay if I refer to myself as Uncle? I met two of her cousins before I knew who I was, and they called me Uncle Harry, and I liked the way it sounded."

Hermione smiled at him with tears in her eyes. "Well she hears stories about her Uncle Harry every day, so I think its fine. Does this mean that we can call you Harry?"

"Well, I know it'd be hard for you not to. It seems like we've been through a lot together. It'll take me time to get used to it, but I have one small favor to ask."

"Anything."

"Keep calling me James in front of Anna. She's not reacting very well to all of this. I think she always hoped we wouldn't find anything here and I'd go back with her satisfied."

"That isn't what you wanted though, is it?" Hermione asked gently.

"No, this is what a wanted; a name, a past, a family. I know we're not related by blood, but it seems pretty clear that you all are my family. Will you tell me about the year before I disappeared?"

"I'll tell you some, but I don't think I'm the right person to answer all of your questions."

"Did I do well in school?"

Hermione laughed. "Honestly you missed a lot of the school year. You did have a dark lord who wanted you dead."

"I didn't enjoy that year very much, did I?"

"Actually I think it was your favorite year. When you were conscious, you were very happy."

"Because I was in love?" James asked curiously.

Hermione smiled at him. "Yes, because you were in love. You were very happy with her; you two thought you were going to spend the rest of your lives together."

"It must have broken her heart when she thought I died."

"Well it was even harder for her because she was there."

"She was there?"

"Yes, she and her best friend were both there."

"Then how is it that I went missing if there were two people there to witness my 'death?'" James asked curiously.

Hermione looked as if she had forgotten something very important. "I didn't even think of that. He told us that there was a blinding light and then you and Voldemort were gone. I'm sure they'll have to reopen the case now that you've turned up."

"How is she now?" James asked, turning his attention back to his mystery girlfriend.

"She's not her old self, but she's getting by. This time of year is really hard for her, so she's currently on vacation unable to be contacted. It's going to be hard for her when she finds out about you being alive but not remembering her."

"I want to remember her, but how serious could we have been? I mean I was only sixteen, how much could I have known about love? How do you know it wasn't just lust or hormones?"

"I can't be completely sure, but it didn't seem like just lust or hormones to me. I think you really did love her," Hermione said defensively.

"Will I get to meet her?"

"I think when she finds out that you're alive you won't be able to keep her away."

"Well how are my favorite ladies doing today?" Ron asked, walking into the room.

"Wonderful," Hermione answered, giving him a kiss. "I was just talking to Harry about his sixth year."

Ron raised an eyebrow towards James. "So it's Harry again now?"

James smiled. "Unless Anna is around."

"Where is she by the way?" Ron asked.

"Hiding in her room. She isn't adjusting well to the wizarding world. I do have a question for you two though. What happened to my money? Is it gone?"

Ron looked at the floor sheepishly. "Yes and no. You see, you arranged with the bank that if anything would ever happen to you, my family would get your money. So, my family gratefully accepted it; we never had a lot you know."

"Well I'm glad it's been put to good use," James assured him. "But you said no as well."

"Well, your godfather, Sirius, he left you the Black family fortune. You would have inherited it all when you turned 17. However, you never turned 17 as far as we knew and there was nothing else in his will that said what to do if you had died."

"So it's just been sitting there all these years?" James asked curiously.

"Yep, which means that you are still a very rich man,' Ron said smiling. "And my family will pay you back every cent if you want."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

The next couple of days were spent casually by James, Hermione, and Ron. They laughed about stories from Harry's past, and James's past four years. Ron and Hermione showed James pictures from their wedding, as well as the weddings of all the Weasley men. Harry was overcome by all of the red heads.

"Well, I know your Mum must be tickled pink to finally have so many girls in the family," James said smiling. "I would hate to be the only two grandchildren without red hair though."

"Yeah, we don't like to claim them," Ron teased. "No, those two are going to be real heartbreakers. They're part veela you know."

"I seem to remember reading about the affect veelas had on you," James teased.

Ron blushed furiously. "Well, all of that ended when I realized how much I loved 'Mione here."

"Well when do I get to meet the rest of the family?" James asked curiously.

"Actually, tonight for dinner," Hermione said. "Thursday night dinners have gotten to be a Weasley tradition. Everyone will be there except for Percy, he's never there, and Ginny, she's out of town for the week. She'll be back in a couple days."

"What about Anna?" James asked.

"Well Mum said she's more than welcome to come, but seeing as how I've only seen her twice the entire time she's been here, I don't know if she'll want to go," Ron said, choosing his words carefully.

"I have a feeling you'll be right, but I feel like I should invite her anyway."

Later that night, James, Ron, Hermione, and Jamie made their way to the Burrow for dinner. James's first attempt as using Floo Powder went only slightly better than Harry's. When he stumbled out of the fireplace, he was pulled into a hug by about ten Weasleys. When they finally gave him some breathing room, he looked around in awe. They all looked genuinely thrilled to see him.

"Wow," was the only thing he could manage to say.

"Oh Harry, dear, it's so good to see you!" Molly exclaimed happily.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," James said quietly. He looked around and saw a few familiar faces. "Hello, Arthur. I recognize the two of you too," he said smiling at two little red heads.

"Grandma we told you it was him!" Amy exclaimed happily.

"I'm so sorry I didn't take the time to talk to you," Angelina said smiling. "I'm Angelina, we were"

"Teammates on the Gryffindor Quidditch team," James finished for her. They all looked at him surprised. "I think I've memorized the books by now," he explained smiling. "I just wish the series was complete." No one knew quite what to say to that comment.

"Well, why don't all you girls go play outside and let your mums come help me get things ready in the kitchen? Arthur, Bill, why don't you watch the girls," Molly said, sensing James was feeling a bit overwhelmed. James shot her a grateful look. When the living room was much less crowded, James took the time to really look at the room. He noticed the pictures all over the walls. He examined them, smiling, noticing himself in many of them. He was feeling very happy until he came across the last picture of him on the wall. He froze. The picture was of himself and Ginny Weasley, and they were kissing furiously. He was startled when someone walked up behind him. He turned around to face Ron.

"Why didn't you tell me it was Ginny?" James asked angrily.

"We didn't know how," Ron responded quietly.

James's face turned bright red. "How could I do something to hurt the family who took me in? Was I a complete idiot? I must have put in her all kinds of danger! Was I just a careless fool? How is Ginny?"

"She's not great, but she's surviving," Ron answered honestly.

"I want to see her, where is she?"

"Somewhere on the coast where we can't reach her," Ron said sadly. "This is a hard time of the year for her. The first Harry Potter Day she was attacked by reporters and received so much mail that she had to cancel the post."

"You said she was taken the day I disappeared; was she hurt?"

"Yes and no."

"Again with the multi part answers," James said frustrated.

"Well, when she came back she had scars from being attacked, but no open wounds. It was like she had been taken weeks ago. She won't tell anyone what happened to her, but Dumbledore thinks that you healed her wounds by taking her pain away from her and putting it on yourself."

"Could that be why it looked like I had been tortured?"

"I don't know maybe."

"I just can't believe I would do something so potentially hurtful to the family who treated me like one of their own," James said groaning.

"Don't think about it like that, you loved her very much. In fact, she still loves you. It's what is going to make facing her so hard, because you don't love her."

"That's not fair. How am I supposed to know how I feel about someone I can't remember?" James asked, frustrated. "Now I wish I had been dating someone like Cho Chang still. Then it wouldn't matter nearly as much how I handled this." James paused for a moment, thinking. "She doesn't know I'm alive, right?" Ron nodded. "Well I want to be the one to tell her everything. I owe her that much."

James spent the rest of dinner quietly observing the Weasleys. He played with all of the little girls, and listened to the woman gossip. He listened to Quidditch talk from the men and looked through old photo albums. As everyone started to leave he pulled Mrs. Weasley aside. "I found out about Ginny," he said quietly.

Molly looked at him, surprised. "How?"

"Well, the picture of us snogging was a dead giveaway." James smiled at her. "I want to tell her about everything. I think she deserves that much after everything I've put her through." Molly nodded in agreement. "I want to be there when she gets back."

"Well, then the day after tomorrow I'll take you to her flat so you can be there when she gets back. Fair warning though, she may pass out. I'll leave you with a restorative drought just to be on the safe side."

"I'm sorry I did this to your daughter. I know I looked at you like a mother; I'm sorry I could be so careless."

"Don't even think about it. She was the happiest I've ever seen her when she was with you. I just hope you can find that place in your heart she once held, otherwise it might destroy her." Molly looked at the worried look on James's face. "Maybe you should come spend the day with me tomorrow. I'm keeping Harriet and Rose, but it would give us a chance to talk."

"I'd like that," James said, forcing himself to smile.

When James arrived back at the Burrow the next day he was greeted by hugs again, this time from Rose and Harriet. "Hello there," he said gently.

"Uncle Harry, you are so strange," Rose said giggling.

"Why is that?" James asked curiously.

"Well, first you go away and never come to see us. And then you come by everyday," she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Besides, you made Mummy cry."

"I made your Mum cry?" James asked, concerned.

"Well every time she talks about you she starts crying. And she talks about you a lot. She's always telling us stories about our Uncle Harry. She tells more stories about you than any of our other uncles," Rose said.

"Well, hopefully she won't cry anymore," James said gently. "Now, that's enough seriousness, let's play a game!"

James spent the next few hours playing with Rose and Harriet and talking to Molly. He was surprised that Molly didn't pressure him to remember or make him feel guilty for leaving. Instead she talked to him about her own children's lives; the trouble they got in when they were kids, the fights they had, their favorite birthday parties. After spending the afternoon with her, James could see why he had found it so easy to consider this woman like a mother. She was everything he had ever dreamed his own mother would be. He was more determined than ever to try and remember her daughter; he felt it was the least he could do.

James was outside playing tag with Harriet and Rose when he heard a male voice calling from the house. He turned around to see Ron and Charlie

"Hullo mate! You must be hot out here running around like that," Ron said walking over to them.

"Daddy!" Harriet cried running into her father's arms.

Rose walked over to her father, much more reserved than her sister had been. "Daddy, Uncle Ron's right. It is hot. Can we go swimming before we go home? Please?"

Charlie laughed. "You mother taught you that look much too young. I'm afraid I'll give you whatever you want for the rest of your life." He grinned and transfigured both of his daughters' outfits into bathing suits.

"Yippee!" Rose cried as she took off towards the pond, her sister trailing behind her.

"Well, what are you waiting for, let's go!" Charlie called to Ron and James while running after his daughters.

"You coming mate?" Ron asked.

"No, I think I'll talk to Molly. You have fun though." James turned around and walked back towards the house. He walked into the kitchen and stared out the window, lost in his own thoughts.

"You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders" Molly said gently walking up behind him.

"That may be an understatement," James replied with a sigh.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Tell me what I'm supposed to do," James said quietly. "Am I supposed to keep trying to remember my other life? Should I give up and go back to my life with Anna? And if I stay here, what do I do about work? How can I work in a world I don't even remember? And what about Ginny? Am I going to break her heart again if I never remember her? I'm just afraid I'm going to let everyone down."

"You just need to do what's best for you. Be yourself and do what comes naturally. You may never remember your past, but you'll always have your future. If you decide that you'd be happier where you were, it's enough for us just knowing you're alive and happy. If you decide you want to stay here, you can create new memories with us. As for work, we'll find something for you to do if you want to stay here."

"It means a lot to me that you say that," James replied honestly. "I know that everything that's happened since I've been here feels right. You're right though, about focusing on the future. I want to make new memories with all of you. It's obvious how much you care about me, and I want to grow to feel the same way about all of you again."

"That, my dear, is all we can ask."

"I don't like swimming much," James said changing the subject, not meeting her gaze. She knew there was more to it, but decided not to press the issue at that time. James looked at Molly, and had a sudden urge to confide in her. "I hate the water. Knowing that they found me in the ocean almost dead, I can't stand to go swimming. I hate the way my body looks in swim trunks even more."

"Oh Harry, you're body looks very nice, at least what I can tell," Molly said smiling.

"Not the shape; that I'm proud of. I've spent many hours in the weight room during my recovery. It's the scars I hate. I'm covered in them, especially my chest."

"Oh," was the only thing Molly could manage to say in response while fighting back the tears in her eyes.

"But today, I found myself really wishing I was Harry. I mean I know I am, but I wish I could remember being Harry," James paused, really considering what he was saying. "I guess for the first time, I'm trying to think of myself as Harry Potter, the boy who lived."

A/N Wow, I really didn't have any intention of updating again this weekend, but I was so overwhelmed with all of your reviews I knew I had to! Thanks so much! Coming up in the next chapter, Harry is reunited with Ginny (and I actually stop calling Harry James), Harry meets Colin, and Ginny meets Anna.