"Hermione I really think we're connecting again," Ginny told her friend as they made their rounds at St. Mungo's. "We were fighting last night, but we just seem to click like we used to."

"Is he remembering anything?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Only a few details about the night he disappeared, which scares me a little. I mean what if he remembers all of the horrible things that happened that night and decides he doesn't want this life. What if he'd rather go back and be with Anna?"

"Ginny, if he wanted to be there he would be. He knows what his life was like, and he chose to stay here and try and figure things out. But you may have to tell him everything you remember about that night," Hermione said gently.

"I told my mum everything I remember, it's not much," Ginny said quickly.

Hermione looked at her friend. "That story may work on your mum because she doesn't want to believe differently, but it doesn't work on me."

"I don't know what you're talking about Hermione," Ginny said. "I don't remember anything other than what I told my Mum when I woke up."

"Then why are you crying?" Hermione asked gently.

"I'm not, I just have something in my eyes," Ginny said, looking away. "Please Hermione; we've got more work to do. If we keep talking about this I'm going to have to leave."

"Sorry. What was Harry doing today while you're here?"

"He's spending the day at the Burrow. Nothing big though after yesterday's spectacle," Ginny told her.

As they reached their next patient Hermione looked at Ginny and stopped her from entering the room. "You're falling in love with him all over again aren't you?"

"Hermione, we've got work to do," was Ginny's only reply as she walked into the room.

Molly watched through her window as Harry laughed and played outside. They had decided that it would be best if he got to know the family again in small numbers so he wouldn't be so overwhelmed. Today he was spending time with Ron, Charlie, Venus, Harriet, Rose, Amy, and Andrea. "This is how it should have been. He should have been here with us, laughing and playing. He should have been here with Ginny, starting a life of their own," she thought sadly.

"Uncle Harry!" she heard Amy cry as Harry threw her over his shoulder.

"Uncle Harry," Molly said to herself. She couldn't help but smile as the words left her lips. She turned away from the window and went back to fixing lunch. She wasn't alone for very long when the door burst open and laughter filled the house.

"Mum, when's lunch going to be ready?" Ron asked plopping down at the kitchen table.

"Ron do you ever think of anything other than food?" Molly asked smiling.

"No," Charlie and Venus said together causing Harry to laugh and Ron to blush.

"I'm hungry too Grandma," Amy called from her place on Harry's shoulder.

"Well you'll all just have to wait. It'll be another thirty minutes at least, maybe another hour if you all continue to linger in my kitchen," Molly replied. "So out with the lot of you!"

"Well what will we do now?" Rose asked when they were all back outside sitting down on the grass.

"Yeah, I'm bored," Andrea added.

"Mummy, I'm hungry," Harriet piped up.

"Yes, Mummy, I'm hungry too," Charlie said, receiving a slap on the arm from his wife.

"Well we could talk about what Rosie wants for her birthday," Venus said, trying to take everyone's mind off of food.

"A broomstick!" Rose exclaimed smiling.

"I want one too Mummy," Harriet said suddenly.

"I want a broomstick," Amy said.

"Me too," Andrea added.

"I think you're all still a little too young to ride a broomstick," Ron said sensibly.

"But daddy," Rose whined, sending her father the look she knew he couldn't refuse.

"No way young lady," Venus said before Charlie could melt. "You need to set a good example for all of your cousins. We'll talk about this again next year."

"Can we talk about it again at Christmas?" Rose pleaded.

"We'll see," Charlie said.

"Uncle Harry, you're quiet," Rose pointed out.

"I'm just listening and learning," he replied with a smile.

"Do you like to fly?" Amy asked.

"I love it," Harry said, unable to keep the grin off his face at the memory.

"I bet Uncle Harry would buy me a broomstick," Rose said, while she crawled into his lap shooting her father a look.

"Actually I think I'd buy myself a broomstick first," Harry replied.

"Well you owe me four birthday presents," Rose informed him.

"Rose," her mother warned.

"Well he's missed all of my other birthday parties," she explained.

"She's right," Harry said with a grin.

"Oh you owe us three then," Amy informed him.

"I get two presents," Harriet exclaimed.

"Now girls, you're all being very greedy," Ron said, trying to fight back his smile.

"They're still right. I owe everyone lots of presents for the birthdays and Christmases I've missed," Harry said sadly.

"Oh I forgot about Christmas presents! What about Easter, do you give out Easter eggs too?" Rose said excitedly.

"Rosie, you need to stop before Uncle Harry decides he doesn't want to ever give you anything," Venus said.

"Oh don't do that Uncle Harry!" Rose exclaimed. "I promise, just one present is fine."

"Okay but I'll make you a deal. To make up for it, I'll buy you a broomstick whenever your parents think you're old enough to have one."

"Us too!" Andrea cried.

"Oy Harry, you're going to have your own Quidditch team!" Ron said laughing.

"I wonder if there's ever been an all female team," Venus mused.

"Nope, we'll just have to get to work on some boys," Charlie said as he grabbed his wife and gave her a kiss.

"Well, if it's for the sake of the team," Venus replied, her eyes sparkling.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Get a room!"

"Lunch is ready," Molly called from the house.

"Last one there is a giant squid!" Ron cried sending the crowd running towards the door at record pace. Charlie ended up being last when Venus tripped him giving the others a good head start.

"Oh Daddy don't touch me you're a giant squid!" Rose cried when her father came close to her.

"Me either!" Harriet exclaimed.

"Yeah, don't touch me either Daddy," Venus called to him, winking slightly.

"Now that's enough silliness, let's eat," Molly said as she set the food on the table. "This is just what Harry always needed," she thought as she watched him continue to joke with Rose about Charlie being a giant squid, "A family."

Later that evening Molly was cleaning up after dinner when Ginny appeared in her kitchen.

"Hullo Mum," Ginny said as she gave her mother a small kiss on the cheek.

"Hullo dear," Molly replied. "You seem to be in a good mood."

"I am," Ginny said, unable to keep the smile off her face.

"Why dear?" Ginny didn't answer, only led her into the living room. Molly couldn't help but laugh when she saw Harry fast asleep on the couch with Amy and Andrea lying on his chest. "Come on, dear, let's put Amy and Andrea to bed and let Harry sleep. They're staying here tonight; I gave Fred and Angelina the day off." After they had put the girls in bed, Ginny and Molly sat down in the kitchen with cups of tea.

"Mum, you have no idea how good it feels to be spending time with Harry again, regardless of how much he remembers," Ginny informed her mother.

"I can imagine," Molly said with a smile. "You should have seen him today; he's so good with the girls. I know he's going to be a wonderful father some day."

Ginny examined her teacup. "I think so."

Molly put her hand on top of her daughters. "Fate has a funny way of working things out. We might not always understand, but things will end up for the best."

"No! Don't hurt her! Hurt me! Just leave her alone!" Harry screamed from the other room. Ginny dropped her teacup and ran to where he was sleeping, her mother fast on her heels. "No! No!"

Ginny knelt at Harry's side and began to stroke his hair. "Shhh. It's okay Harry, everything's okay." Harry rolled over and opened his eyes, coming face to face with Ginny.

"What happened?" he asked sleepily.

"It was just a nightmare, just a little nightmare," she said soothingly.

"He was hurting you, I couldn't see it, but I could feel it," he said, his voice filled with worry.

"Don't worry, no one was hurting me," she said, trying to mask the concern in her voice. "Why don't we go home?"

"Alright," Harry responded meekly. Ginny helped him off the couch and led him to the fireplace.

"Good night, Mum" she called just before they disappeared in the fireplace.

When they arrived back at Ginny's flat, Harry was silent. Ginny tried to hide her concern for him, but gave in to her desire to try to ease his pain. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked quietly.

Harry sat down on her couch and examined his hands. "It was like I could hear your screams and there was nothing I could do about it. I've had nightmares before, I've heard the people being tortured, but I've never been able to put a face with it before. That's what scared me so bad. It was like it was entirely my fault."

"It was just a dream Harry," Ginny said, sitting down beside him. She reached out and took his hands. "Only a dream."

"But it wasn't, was it? It's that night again. You were taken the same night I disappeared, you were hurt weren't you? I mean that was the other image I had, you covered in blood," Harry said, his voice ridden with guilt.

"Let's not talk about that right now," Ginny said. "It will only bring on more nightmares."

"We have to talk about it sometime," Harry responded quietly.

"I know, just not now. It's too late, we're both tired."

Harry let out a yawn. "Okay." Harry pulled Ginny's hand up to his mouth and gave it a small kiss. "Thank you for calming me down like that."

"It was my pleasure," Ginny replied, placing her hand on Harry's chest. Harry involuntarily twitched and quickly stood up.

"Right, well, good night then." Ginny watched as Harry hurried up the stairs.

"What is he hiding? Why does he keep pulling away like that?" Ginny wondered. She sighed and headed up to her own bedroom.

"Have you heard anything while I was gone?" Colin asked nervously.

"Nothing. The papers haven't even caught on to the fact that he doesn't have a memory. Unless of course he's already gotten it back," the brunette woman replied.

"No, if he knew what I had done, she would have come after me by now," Colin answered.

"Why would she come, why wouldn't he?"

"He wouldn't know where to find me the way she would. Besides, she's the one it's always been about. He was just a mere obstacle to obtaining what I want. She's a brilliant witch; if they figure out how I'm involved she'll put all the pieces together."

"What makes you think they won't figure it out without him getting his memory back?" the woman inquired.

Colin shrugged. "They might. That's why I have to act before they get off their high from having him back and start figuring out that things don't quite add up."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet. But something that will give me Ginny forever, with or without Potter in the picture."

Ginny rolled over in her bed to turn off her alarm clock. "I hate early mornings," she said to no one. She got out of bed and jumped in the shower to try and wake herself up. When she got out she threw on her work robes and tied her hair back in a bun. "What I wouldn't give to take the day off and spend all day with Harry." With a groan she headed out of her bedroom and towards the kitchen.

"Morning," Harry said from his place at her kitchen table. Ginny looked at him, surprised to see him up so early in the morning. Reading her expression Harry shrugged. "I never really got back to sleep last night."

"Oh," Ginny paused unsure of how to react. "I'm definitely not a morning person. It's the one thing I hate about my job."

"You like your work then?"

"I love it. I love the feeling of power that comes with healing people. It makes me feel like I actually have control, and I could help the people I love if the situation ever came up..." her voice trailed off.

"Came up again you mean?" Harry asked quietly.

"I just wish there had been something I could have been able to do to help you that night. Hell, I wish there had been something I could have been able to do to help myself. I wish a lot of things were different, but they're not. All I can do is make myself as prepared as possible should anything like that ever happen again."

"I wish I could feel the same way instead of feeling so helpless," Harry said quietly.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, but I really do have to get to work. What are you doing today?"

"I'm going over to Fred and George's shop, and then they're taking my out."

"Be careful, you never know what will happen with Fred and George," Ginny warned him.

"Oh, I'm sure they're harmless. I'll be fine."

"Famous last words. Just don't come crying to me if you end up with a tail or fur."

A/N Again thanks for all of your feedback. I've had a crazy weekend, but I'm hoping to make some forward progress with this story today. Coming up next: Harry gets drunk, visits an old friend, and has another memory. (By the way, the next chapter is another one that I completely rewrote in the middle of the week, and I'm still not 100 sure I like it. By the way, there was some foreshawowing for the upcoming chapter that nobody caught on to.)