A/N To answer some questions, yes Harry is still using his wishing magic ability, but he doesn't know it (It wasn't pure coincidence he found the Leaky Cauldron!). His mind is too clouded with other thoughts for the wishing for his memories to work. Besides, that'd kill my story right there! As to Colin finding out already, well I explain that a little below, but Arthur mentioned that during this time of year there are always rumors about Harry being alive, and since Colin thinks he killed Harry, he wasn't paying much attention to them. Also, this is definitely a Harry Ginny story, just stick with me.

The next day Harry sat nervously in Ginny's flat after being assured by Molly that everything would be okay. He sat on her couch, trying to figure out what he was going to say to her. He had been waiting for about an hour when he heard a loud pop in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen cautiously, not wanting to scare Ginny to death. He was surprised to find a man in her kitchen, putting flowers in a vase.

"I'm sorry, I was waiting for Ginny," Harry said quickly. The man turned around and dropped the vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Do I know you?"

"You're dead; you're supposed to be dead. I ki, I mean, I saw you die."

"Then you must be Colin," Harry replied warmly extended his hand to the other man.

Colin, his face white as a ghost, took Harry's hand in his own. "So the rumors are true? I mean normally this time of year there are always rumors, but"

"Well, I'm standing right here aren't I?" Harry was starting to get impatient with the interrogation. "The only problem is I don't remember anything about my past."

"So what are you doing here?"

"Well, I found out about mine and Ginny's past relationship, and I figured it would be best if she found out I was alive from me." Colin nodded his head, still frozen in his place. "Actually, I'd really appreciate it if you'd give us some time alone. I expect her back any minute."

Colin looked very nervous. "Are you sure you don't think there should be someone she knows and trusts here for moral support?"

Harry was growing angry. "Yes, I'm sure. Now will you please leave?" Colin only shot Harry an evil glare before disapparating. Harry turned around in the kitchen and found himself face to face with Ginny. When he saw her, he felt something triggered in his head. He saw her, covered in red as if she was wearing a bright red dress. The image startled him almost as much as his presence startled her.

"This is the cruelest joke anyone has ever played on me," Ginny whispered, her eyes filled with tears.

"It's not a joke, I'm really here," Harry responded gently. That was all the prompting Ginny needed. She ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Harry awkwardly wrapped his arms around her back. She sobbed into his neck for what felt like an eternity when she pulled back and slapped him across the face. Hard.

"How dare you leave me for four years? Do you know how hard it's been for me? Do you know how many nights I lay in bed crying? Do you know how much I've suffered? How I blamed myself for your death? Did you even think of what leaving me for all those years would do to me?" Ginny yelled, her eyes flashing in anger. "Merlin! Harry did you even consider what would happen to me? I told you that I'd give me life for you, I would have left and gone into hiding with you." By now she was sobbing again and she collapsed into Harry's arms.

"Ginny, there's something very important that you don't know." Ginny looked at him, cherishing the simple sound of his voice. "I lost my memory. I didn't know who I was, I didn't know where I was from, I didn't know what I had to come back to."

"But you remember now, right?" Ginny asked quickly.

Harry sadly shook his head. "I only know what people have told me and what I have read in my books. It was honestly pure coincidence that I even stumbled across my old life. I didn't even know I was a wizard."

"So you don't know me, other than what people have told you?" Ginny asked, her heart breaking.

"Well, mostly yes. I have dreams, and Albus told me that I'm remembering things in my dreams. I dream of red a lot, and I picked James for my name, and just now I think I had my first real memory when I saw you."

"You remembered something about me?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"Well, I had an image of you covered in red; like a red dress or something," Harry confessed.

"I never wear red," Ginny said, disappointed.

"Well, it wasn't actually a dress; you were just covered in red from head to toe."

"Oh Merlin. Harry, I think you just remembered the last time you ever saw me. It wasn't a dress, it was blood."

Harry stared at her, gasping for breath. "So the only thing I remember about my life is that I caused my girlfriend a great deal of pain?"

"Harry, you don't remember this, but you're also the one who took away my pain. You saved my life, and until right now, I always thought you lost yours because of it."

"Will you tell me about my sixth year, about us?" Harry asked gently. "I can't promise I'll ever remember, but holding you right now feels right."

"I'll tell you," Ginny whispered hoarsely. She reluctantly pulled herself out of his arms and sat down at the table. "Where have you been all of this time?"

"In Canada. Four years ago a family that was sailing found me almost dead in the ocean. They took me in and took care of me. I spent a year in the hospital, without the use of my body, and then another year just trying to be normal. After that, I was just living life. I had spent so much time in the hospital that I started to work little miniscule jobs there, just to occupy my time."

"I'm so sorry," Ginny said, her eyes filling with tears again.

"Don't worry about me. I actually had a really nice life over there once my body started functioning again."

Ginny fought back her hurt at the thought of Harry having a life without her. "I just can't believe you're here. Does my family know you're here?"

"Your Mum brought me over this morning. Hermione was actually the person who told me who I was and everything. I must say though, your family is a bit overwhelming."

Ginny choked out a laugh. "They are a rowdy bunch." Harry and Ginny looked at each other in an uncomfortable silence.

"Well, I guess I should be going," Harry said awkwardly.

"Where are you staying?"

"With Ron and Hermione."

"Well, would you like to stay with me instead? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I still have to work, and it'd be nice to get to see you everyday. That way we can talk on our own timetable, without interferences from my family." Ginny looked at Harry, her eyes pleading him to say yes.

"I will, but not until next week. My friend, Anna, she's leaving then. I haven't had the heart to tell her yet that I'm not going with her. She doesn't know it, but I only bought a one way plane ticket. Knowing that I was trying to work things out with an old girlfriend would only make it harder for her." Ginny nodded her head in agreement. She didn't tell him, but it hurt her deeply that he only referred to her as an old girlfriend. She was glad though that he wasn't going to move in right away, she needed to break the news to Colin. "Oh, by the way, your friend Colin was here earlier. I asked him to leave so I could talk to you alone. That's the reason for all the broken glass. He's a jumpy fellow, isn't he?"

"No, not normally," Ginny said surprised.

"Well I guess I had better be going. I hate Floo Powder." Harry groaned as he walked into the other room.

"Some things never change," Ginny said with a smile, her eyes still filled with tears. "I'll come by later tonight for dinner?"

"Yes, that'd be nice."

Harry returned to Ron and Hermione's home and told them about his encounter with Ginny. He felt that everything had gone fairly well, but did not hold high hopes for the same ending with his conversation with Anna. He told Hermione that Ginny was coming over for dinner before heading up the stairs to talk to Anna. He knocked hesitantly on her door before entering.

"Gosh, I thought you had forgotten I was here," Anna said coldly, not bothering to look at him.

"That's not fair, I'm doing what I came here to do."

"I'll just be happy when you and I leave and you can forget about all of this junk these people are feeding you," Anna said, finally meeting his gaze. "If you honestly think the man I pulled out of the ocean would be capable of being anyone's savior, you've forgotten more than I thought."

"It's not junk," Harry said defensively. "And I had my first real memory today. Well, it was more of an image, but I'm going to work with the person who caused it to see if I can get more real memories instead of just knowledge about my life from books."

"Those books are fiction, James. They're just silly children's books."

"You wouldn't understand; you don't want to understand."

"The only thing I know is that you promised you'd leave on the date on your plane ticket," Anna said stubbornly.

"My ticket was only one way," James said quietly, looking at the floor.

"You never planned to go back with me?" Anna asked, her eyes filling with tears.

"Anna, as much as I love you and your family and despite the fact that I owe my life to you, this is my life. My life is here, with these people. You've taken care of me the last four years, but these people took care of me for the six before that. They know me, the real me, and they can help me find myself again."

"It's the girl, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Harry tried to look confused.

"You told me there was an ex girlfriend. You've seen her again and decided to stay because of her. They told you she was the love of your life and you're just willing to accept that. Screw how you feel now, right? Screw the people you know and care about now. Just believe everything these strangers tell you." Anna's words were harsh and they made Harry feel guilty. "Do I at least get to meet this mystery woman who you love so much?"

"First of all, I felt something when I saw her. She's Ron's sister. She meant something to me long before there was something between us. Her family took me in when no one else cared. I owe them as much as I do her to try and remember what we had."

"So you're doing all of this out of obligation to complete strangers. Did it ever occur to you, James that maybe you just have money and they're trying to get it out of you? You believe everything these weirdos tell you without even thinking about it," Anna accused.

"I believe them. In my heart this feels right. Being here with these people feels right," Harry said softly. "And you'll get to meet her tonight; she's coming over for dinner." Harry turned and left the room before Anna could make him question himself even more.

Ginny arrived that night for dinner, anxious to spend more time with Harry. Granted it was hard for her to accept that he didn't know who she was, but her gut told her that someone could never completely forget a love as powerful as theirs. She had apparated into the living room, and after finding it empty she walked into the kitchen. She was surprised to see a strange blonde woman sitting at the kitchen table uncomfortably. She had long, curly hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a sweater that was much too low cut to be considered tasteful. The woman stood up when she saw Ginny enter the room, revealing her short, tight, black skirt and legs that seemed to go on for days.

The woman smiled warmly at Ginny. "I'm Anna. I've been living with James the last four years." Ginny looked questioningly at Hermione who silently urged her to go along with the other woman.

"I'm Ginny. I dated James for almost a year before he disappeared." Ginny looked enviously at the other woman's perfect figure. If this was her competition, she didn't know how she was going to compete. Just as Ginny was considering retreating gracefully back to her own flat, Ron and Harry entered the room.

"Yum, smells good Hermione," Ron said, wrapping his arms around his wife. "Hey sis."

"Hello boys," Ginny said, forcing herself to smile.

"I see you've met my friend Anna," Harry said, trying not to set either woman off. "Unfortunately, she's leaving town in a few days."

Anna let out a choked laugh. "Yeah, like you really want me around here."

"Anna, darling, you don't want to be here," Harry reminded her forcefully, not noticing the effect his use of the word darling had had on Ginny.

"Why don't you all sit down at the table, dinner will be ready in just a minute," Hermione suggested, trying to keep full fledged war from breaking out.

"James, did you tell your friends about our wonderful vacation to Hawaii last year?" Anna said, her attention focused solely on Ginny.

"Um, no I didn't. But I was sick for most of it, remember?" Harry responded.

"Well, we did spend that first glorious day sun bathing on the yacht James," Anna said, sending a silent challenge to Ginny.

"Yes, yes we did," Harry said, starting to pick up on what Anna was doing.

"You know, it's so funny for me to hear you called James," Ginny said, obviously accepting Anna's challenge. "The only time I ever called you by that name was when you were in trouble and then it was normally me yelling your full name." Ron and Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at the memory.

"Well, James is never in trouble with me. Everything he does pleases me," Anna replied, cocking an eyebrow in Ginny's direction.

Ginny fumed for a moment before regaining her composure. "It must have been all of the practicing we did." It was now Harry who was blushing furiously.

Anna saw that the stakes to her little game had been raised. ""You know, I do swear that James has the cutest butt I've ever seen."

"You know, I always said the same thing about Harry," Ginny replied casually, causing Ron to start blushing as well.

"James did you tell them about that time we went skinny dipping?" Anna asked, batting her eyes at Harry.

Harry looked at her confused. "I don't even go swimming, much less without clothes on."

"You remember, it was that night in New York, when we went to the benefit for cancer research," Anna said, probing him to go along with what she was saying.

"Yes, but I was exhausted after the dinner and called it an early night. You went out with Jason and Bryan," Harry told her.

"Oh that's right. I had too much to drink that night and ended up crawling in your bed soaking wet," Anna said with a smirk.

"He did end up being a rather good lay, don't you think?" was the only response Ginny could think of. As soon as the words left her mouth she knew she had taken it too far.

By now Harry had had enough of their exchange. "Will you two please shut up?" he yelled, standing from his place at the table. "Can't you just be friends and let us eat dinner in peace?"

Anna looked at him intently. "No. We're in love with the same man. We can never be friends."

"For once I agree with her," Ginny said, turning her attention to Harry.

"Well I disagree. You're in love with two very different men, and you're making it almost impossible for me to figure out which one I am." Harry stormed out of the kitchen and out the front door. He didn't know where he was going; he only knew that he had to get out of that house. Ron sent an apologetic look to his wife and then quickly followed Harry out of the house.

"Look what you did," Anna said, staring at Ginny.

"Listen, bitch, I've been in love with Harry since I was ten years old. I'll be damned if after all this time I found him again only to lose him to you," Ginny said, her eyes flashing in anger.

"Well it's a good thing that the man I'm in love with is James. The only reason I even agreed to coming on this trip was so he could find closure with his past and we could start a relationship."

Ginny stood up so she was towering over Anna. "Well then it's a shame he doesn't want closure, he wants to remember."

"Yeah, well poor James. What you don't know is that I'm a doctor. I helped examine James when he was first brought into the hospital. With the kind of damage that was done to his brain, he's lucky to even be alive. He'll most likely never remember. That means, if you couldn't figure it out, he'll never be Harry again." Anna stood up and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a shocked Ginny in her wake. Ginny stood, frozen in her place, tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm not going to lie to you, I've seen his charts. It doesn't look promising," Hermione said gently, wrapping her arm around her friend. "But that doesn't mean you should give up hope. He's so open to learning about his old life, and he had a memory. Just work with him for awhile. If he's not the man you love, you'll know."

"I don't know if I can lose him again," Ginny whispered.

"Then don't stop fighting for him," Hermione responded.

"Well, that's not the best way to start dinner," Ron said, sitting down on the curb next to Harry, trying to force him to smile.

"I'm trying so hard to remember," Harry said sullenly. "But I don't. I don't know who I am or who you are. It's frustrating. I don't know who I should believe. Maybe it would all just be easier on everyone if we pretended I never came here."

"But you did come, mate. Maybe it's just me, but I'd much rather know you were alive than think you were dead, even if you don't know me. I know you've read about the things we went through together, but it really doesn't even begin to explain the bond we shared. But the thing is you don't have to remember. You can start new friendships with us, create new memories. We just want you to be happy."

Harry looked at the man who he was told was his best friend. "I owe you and your family so much; I don't want to let you down."

"Then just do what your heart tells you to and we'll all be happy." Harry laughed at the comment. "What's so funny?" Ron asked, sounding offended.

"Are you sure you're the same guy from my books? I don't think he could have ever managed advice like this."

Ron joined Harry's laughter. "My wife has had a very positive influence on me."

"Hey," Ginny said quietly walking over to where they were sitting. "I'm so sorry about all of that in there. I felt threatened and when I feel threatened I react. I guess it comes from having so many older brothers. It was an attack or be attacked attitude to survive in our house." Harry let out an uncomfortable chuckle. "But there's really no excuse for how I acted."

"Now Ginny, you're making it sound like our house was a war zone," Ron said with a grin.

"Do you remember growing up with the twins?" Ginny responded laughing.

Ron laughed. "Yes, I don't think that's something one can easily forget." Harry let out a groan. "Sorry mate, I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay, and you're forgiven. I mean Anna really did start it," Harry said.

"Are you three going to sit out there all night and let this dinner I slaved over get cold?" Hermione called from the house.

"Let's go eat," Ron said, standing up from his place on the curb.

"It's always about food, isn't it Ron?" Ginny teased, trying to lighten the mood. They laughed and headed into the house for a quiet dinner without Anna.

A/N I decided to go ahead and put up another chapter tonight. I'm back in school unlike when I was writing my first story, and my week is looking fairly full with lots of tests and quizzes, lucky me! I've got the next five chapter written, but like I've said before, I'm still trying to make sure I have the pacing exactly like I want it. But thanks again for all of your reviews, it's what keeps me from just giving up and doing homework!