A/N Nope, you don't know who it is Colin's talking to, but I will tell you it will make you hate Colin even more.

The next day Anna left England. She gave Harry a small hug and told him to come visit her soon. Harry was sad to see the only familiar face in England leave, but he knew it was imperative if he wanted to know his past. After he had seen Anna off, he gathered up his things and relocated to Ginny's flat. He assumed she was still at work when he arrived, so he took time to settle in and really look around. Everything looked very neat and in order. He didn't know that the only reason everything was in order was because Ginny was such a mess on the inside she kept things in order the only way she could. He looked on her desk and saw an open green notebook, as well as several other books. He saw the pictures of her family lining the walls, everyone smiling back at him. He did notice that Ginny wasn't actually in many of the pictures after she was about fifteen or sixteen.

"Snooping around?" Ginny asked, startling Harry.

"Well, yes, if you must know!" Harry replied laughing. "Might I ask why you aren't in most of these pictures?"

"I have a big family; it's pretty easy to hide behind someone else. I just couldn't find a reason to smile," Ginny said softly.

"Did I completely ruin your life?"

"No, Voldemort and Draco Malfoy did that. You saved it."

"I just wish I could remember anything happy about my life."

"Do you want me to tell you about your sixteenth birthday?" Ginny asked, smiling.

"That'd be wonderful; were we dating then?"

"No, but you told me later that it was the first time you really started to notice me," Ginny said with a grin. "You also said it was your best birthday ever."

Several hours later Harry and Ginny sat on her couch laughing and talking. Harry looked at Ginny gratefully. "Thank you for agreeing to this. I know it can't be easy for you."

Ginny looked at him, her eyes filled with hope. "Did it bring back any memories?"

Harry shook his head and Ginny's face fell. "Don't give up on me yet though. You've only started telling me about my last year here."

"Don't worry; if there's one thing I ever learned about you, it was that you could be a little stubborn at times, and not to give up on you."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked with a grin.

"Well I did develop my first crush on you when I was about ten, so if I was the type of person to give up on what I wanted we never would have gotten together. Although I must admit you did finally come around on your own after I had moved on."

Harry looked at her questioningly. "I know the other night when you and Anna were fighting, Anna was saying some things that weren't true. I don't know if it bothered you or not, but mine and Anna's friendship was always strictly platonic. I was just wondering if..."

"If I was telling the truth or just trying to get her goat?" Ginny finished for him. Harry nodded. "I was pretty much telling the truth."

"So I'm not a virgin?" Harry asked, trying not to blush.

"Well, you're jumping to the end of our story, but no you're not. We made love twice before you disappeared," Ginny replied, her blush matching his.

"You're right; I did jump to the end of the story. I think we should wait before discussing this stuff anymore. I still haven't even heard about our first date. We should probably leave the sex talk until we get to know each other a little better."

"Good. I think I was going to die of embarrassment if you had asked me for details right now," Ginny said laughing. "It's really pretty late; do you want dinner or anything?"

"No, I just think I'll go take a shower and then go to bed. I've really enjoyed this. It's much more fun finding out about my life this way instead of from books. Do you have to work tomorrow?"

"No. Actually I was going to see if you wanted to go shopping with me; see if it brings back any memories."

"Sounds like a plan. Good night Ginny."

"Good night Harry." Ginny stayed on her couch and watched Harry go up the stairs. It felt so good talking to him again, but she had to keep reminding herself that things weren't the same as they used to be. She let out a deep sigh and headed up the stairs. She was so lost in her thoughts she walked right into Harry who was still partially wet from his shower. "Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry; I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going."

Harry stood frozen in his place, desperately grasping his robe shut. "It's okay," he stuttered, unable to meet her gaze.

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "Harry there's no need for all of that modesty. I mean we may not be ready to talk about out sex lives, but I've definitely seen plenty of guys without their shirts on. Six brothers, remember?"

"Oh, right," Harry replied, still maintaining his grasp. "Like any of your brothers look as disfigured as I do," he thought grimly. "Well, good night again."

"Good night," Ginny called to him, confused as to what had just occurred.

The next day Ginny took Harry to Hogsmeade. "This is where we went on our first date, only at the time no one knew we were dating but Hermione," Ginny explained to him as she led him into the Three Broomsticks. "Two butterbeers please," she told the bartender as she led Harry to a table.

"So was our first date nice?" Harry asked, trying to ignore the stares from the people in the pub.

Ginny grinned at him. "Actually it was terrible. I had to pick a fight with Ron so that we could be alone because no one knew we were together for my safety. He wasn't very happy with you for coming with me instead of him. All of that sneaking off is what eventually lead to Hermione and Ron getting together, but that's a different story. Anyway, we had barely been alone for five minutes when there was an attack on the town. We both got out safely, but it definitely killed the mood. The good news is that it was the first night we ever kissed. Of course I was crying, but it was nice all the same."

"What was it with me and kissing crying girls?" Harry asked laughing.

"You know I asked you the exact same thing that night," Ginny replied. "You didn't remember that or anything did you?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

Ginny tried her hardest not to look disappointed. "Well I would take you to one of your favorite stores, but it went out of business. Actually, my brothers put it out of business."

"Zonkos?"

"You really did read those books," Ginny said laughing. "Well Fred and George own the building now. Would you like to go see their store?"

"I would love to." Ginny paid their bill and led Harry down the road.

"Harry mate! Good to see you," Fred called as they walked in the shop.

"Yes, you haven't been by enough since you came back," George added.

"I'm sorry. I've been a little busy. Trying to figure out who I am and all," Harry replied smiling.

"How's that coming?" Fred asked.

"Well I just told him about our first date," Ginny informed them.

"Oy, that's not one of the good stories," George said.

"Yeah, if you really want to jog his memory you should tell him about the time we caught him feeling you up in my bed," Fred teased.

Ginny turned a deep shade of scarlet. "I don't think Harry wants to hear about that right now."

"I think I do. It sounds like it's an interesting story," Harry said, enjoying Ginny's obvious feelings of discomfort. "I bet you were trying to seduce me weren't you?"

"NO!" Ginny squealed slapping Harry on the arm. "I was doing nothing of the sort. But you had been unconscious for so long and we weren't going to get anytime alone for awhile so we were taking advantage of the time we had alone. Besides, you're the one who could just will me into your bed, but of course we didn't know that until later that night.... Oh fuck, Harry I'm sorry, I keep forgetting you don't know about any of that."

Harry looked at the three of them sadly. "It's just not fair. Everyone else has so many memories about my life, and I don't have any. Why was I unconscious?"

"You were poisoned," Ginny said quietly. "We don't have any proof, but we're pretty sure that it was Draco Malfoy. Anyway, the potion completely drained you of all of your feelings, your wishes and desires. When you came to and got them back, you had a stronger connection to what you wanted. You were able to use a very powerful wandless magic that gave you what you really wanted with all your heart. Basically when you really concentrated on something, it happened."

"Ginny's being modest," Fred piped up. "Dumbledore says she brought you back, that she was your reason to live and you didn't want to let go of what you two had."

"Wait, you mean if I really want something, I can make it happen?" Harry asked, ignoring Fred's comment.

"Theoretically yes," Ginny said. "But you would have to turn all of your focus on doing that one thing."

"That would explain how so many of my dinners made themselves. How my laundry just appeared to be done. Why my room was always clean," Harry mused, smiling. "I have another question, could I read minds?"

"In a way, yes. Have you been doing that?" Ginny asked excitedly.

"Well, I've always been able to pick up on what people were thinking or feeling if I really wanted to," Harry replied with a smile.

"And here we always thought he was as daft as Ron," George teased.

"So do you think that I could retain all of my magical ability?" Harry asked.

"Well, Dumbledore's theory was that when you disappeared you were drained of all of your magical reserves, but they should have been restored over time. So, with some training and a new wand you should be able to become a fully functioning wizard again."

"Will you teach me?" Harry asked, looking Ginny squarely in the eye. But before she could answer the door to the shop burst open and a mob ran into the room. Reporters and photographers started snapping Harry's picture and yelling questions in his direction. Harry was pushed helplessly against the wall, separated from Ginny. "Help! Ginny! Fred! George!" he cried over the noise of the crowd but he couldn't even see them anymore.

"Harry, where have you been all this time?" a voice yelled.

"Did you come back for Miss Weasley?"

"Why is your scar gone?"

"Who was that blonde woman you were with?"

"Why did you stay away?"

Harry was starting to panic. He looked around the room, hoping to find a way out, but all he saw was reporters. "Think, there's got to be a way out of this," he thought to himself. "All I want is to get out of here; to be away from all of these people. Just get me out of here." Harry saw the room go black and felt like he was being carried away.

"Harry! There you are! We were so worried!" Ginny cried, clasping him in a hug. Harry awkwardly hugged her back in a state of confusion. "We were able to apparate out of there, but we only came into the back room because we didn't want to leave you. We were trying to figure out how to get you out of there."

"I think I just did magic," Harry said quietly.

"What?" Fred asked excitedly.

"Well I did what Ginny said about turning all of my focus on getting out of there and the next thing I knew I was back here," he explained calmly.

"Well, we should get you home before the reporters figure out exactly what happened. Here take this portkey with me. You don't want to wear your self out with magic too fast," Ginny said quickly. Harry grabbed hold of the piece of parchment Ginny offered him and they were both transported to her flat.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ginny asked when they arrived.

"I think I just had dejavous," Harry said quietly.

"Another memory?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure. But when I grabbed the paper I felt like I had done it before."

Ginny smiled at him, trying not to look disappointed. "Well you've taken a portkey since you've been back in England."

"It wasn't just that though. I felt like I'd used a piece of paper like that before, and not by myself. It wasn't with you though... your friend! Colin! I've done that before with him!' Harry couldn't help but smile when he realized he was having a memory. "What?" he asked when he noticed Ginny looking at him funny.

"Do you realize what you just did?" Harry shook his head. "When you were trying to think, you were holding your forehead where your scar used to be. You used to do that all of the time."

"Well then that makes two pieces of good news in one day!" Harry said pulling her into a hug and swinging her around in a circle. He put her down on the floor and began waltzing her around her kitchen. Ginny laughed.

"You never liked to dance before."

"Anna taught be how. We went to all kinds of fancy benefits and stuff with her parents, so she didn't want me to embarrass her," Harry explained. Ginny's face fell. "I'm sorry, but you have to know that I did live with her for four years. We were only friends, but we did go out and have fun. At least after I had finally recovered."

"I wish I could have been doing that for four years," Ginny said coldly.

"That's not my fault. I have a hard time believing you haven't had a night of fun since I disappeared. I know you've had a boyfriend this last year."

"I didn't say that. Actually, it's Colin that I've been dating," Ginny responded quietly.

"So that's why Colin wasn't too excited when I showed up. He was your boyfriend. Did you really break up with him on the slight chance that I'd remember you?" Harry asked harshly. "He must really hate me."

"I didn't break up with him. I honestly didn't really have a chance to talk to him. He sent me a note telling me had to leave the country though; he was sent on an assignment for the Daily Prophet."

"Well, don't do anything on my behalf. It only puts more pressure on me. How do I know I'll ever really remember, instead of just learning? I'm trying to figure this out because I know I hurt you when I disappeared and your family has done so much for me, but I can't help it if I can't remember what they did."

"So that's the only reason you're here? You read some books and now you feel obligated to my family?" Ginny yelled at him.

"Yes! No! I don't know!" Harry yelled back, hitting the wall in frustration.

"What do you know?" Ginny asked, beginning to cry.

"I know that I did magic today and it was the best feeling I can remember next to flying. I know that I had a vision of you covered in red. I know that I've taken a portkey that was a piece of paper before with your boyfriend," Harry paused and turned to look her in the eyes. "And I know that I felt something when I held you that first day, something that felt right."

Ginny walked over to him and placed her hand on his cheek. "Do you know what scares me about that?" Harry shook his head sadly.

"I don't know anything about you?"

Ginny forced a smile. "No, you can always get to know me again. And it doesn't scare me to think that you might not like me this time around either. What scares me is that I've spent four years trying to forget the night that I thought you died, and it seems to be the only thing you can remember."

"The portkey with Colin?"

Ginny nodded. "That's how you found me that night."

"Would it help to talk about it?"

"I don't know," Ginny responded truthfully. "I've never really talked to anyone about it. But that doesn't matter, now isn't the best time to talk about it, you don't know enough about our story yet."

"Well will you promise me you'll tell me about it when the time is right?" Harry asked.

"We'll see," Ginny said trying to smile.

"No, you have to promise."

Ginny groaned. "Fine, I promise. I've always had a hard time saying no to you."

"Well don't think I'll be forgetting that piece of information anytime soon," Harry teased her.

"Thanks a lot."

Harry laughed, but then got serious. "Did we fight a lot?"

"No," Ginny said smiling. "I can honestly say I could probably count our fights on one hand. The first one was because we overheard our exes talking about us; it wasn't pleasant."

"I don't think I want to know what they were saying."

Ginny laughed. "Good because I wasn't going to tell you. I think our most idiotic fight though was right before you left school."

"Was that after I was unconscious?" Harry interrupted.

"Well yes, but it was a good deal after that. The two things actually have nothing to do with each other, although you were leaving because we thought there was another attack on you planned. But you told me you were choosing to leave and I got mad at you. I didn't speak to you for the week before you left. We made up right before you did, but because of that we did something kind of stupid... but I'm jumping ahead of myself again because the next time we saw each other was the day you disappeared."

"My life was always complicated wasn't it?"

"Yeah. You know people are going to say you've been living in hiding only to avoid the kind of scenes we saw today."

"Let them think what they want, but any man in his right mind would know that I wouldn't choose to stay away if I had a woman as beautiful as you waiting for me here." Harry leaned over and Ginny a small kiss on her forehead. "Thank you for everything," he said before he walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom.

In a flat down the road from where Ginny lived Colin Creevey was nervously pacing the floor. He still didn't know how this had happened. He had taken care of everything, and things had gone his way. He finally had Ginny, well, not all of her, but he was working on it. He could keep waiting on having her body, he had someone else for that, but not having her heart was starting to worry him. Especially now that Harry had come back from the dead.

"Colin, stop pacing, you're making me nervous," a pretty brunette called from the kitchen. "He doesn't remember anything love, you said so yourself. If he did, they'd be after you by now."

"That doesn't mean he won't remember at some point," Colin said as he continued his pacing.

"Well then the way I see it you have a couple of choices. You can forget about that stupid witch and move on with me, somewhere far away from here. You can go back to her, break them up and live your life in fear that he'll remember and that she'll never love you the way she loved him. Or, you can just finish what you started and kill him for good this time."

"I need to leave, I need to find a place to hide in case he does remember before I can do anything," Colin said frantically.

"You always have a place with me love," the woman replied with a sigh, watching him leave.

A/N Well this was the week from hell as far as school is concerned. Next week should be a lot easier on my schedule. My updates may be getting slower because I keep adding chapters in the middle of chapters I've already written to accomplish the pace I want. Thanks again for all of your reviews, I can honestly say you guys keep inspiring me to add more to my story, so keep the suggestions and comments coming!