A/N (Hangs head) Sorry for the wait. I come with a long list of excuses: I went home this weekend for a doctors appointment, I had three quizzes today, and I had a pretty bad case of writer's block. Don't worry though, I worked through that in class today! Now I swear you guys can read my mind; you have the uncanny talent of asking about things that I'm going to address in my next chapter. I actually oringally brought up the night on the cliffs sooner, but when I kept adding chapters it kept getting pushed back. But here's the start of it.

Molly Weasley was enjoying her time with her family. She was a little overwhelmed, but that was to be expected with the number of people she was currently playing host for. She had just finished cleaning up the kitchen with the help of Hermione when three of her granddaughters burst into the kitchen giggling profusely. She looked at them cautiously.

"Is the game over?" she asked.

"That's not a fun game to play with grownups," Rose announced.

"Yeah, they all stopped playing," Julie added.

"Well what are they doing now?" asked Hermione.

"Well, Uncle Fred, Uncle George, Uncle Ron, Aunt Alicia, and Aunt Angelina are flying," Rose explained.

"And Grandpa, Uncle Charlie and Aunt Venus are playing with Harriet, cause she's too little to keep us with us," Amy added.

"Where are Jessica and Andrea?" Molly asked.

"They're trying to convince Daddy to take them for a ride," Amy replied.

"Don't worry Grandma; we know they won't agree to it. If we thought they would we'd be there too," Rose said.

Molly chuckled. "Well that makes everyone accounted for but Harry and Ginny." All three of her granddaughters burst into another fit of giggles. "What?"

"Now if it's that funny you really should let us in on the joke," Hermione said, itching with curiosity.

"Well," Rose started but stopped when she was overcome with giggles.

"We know where they are too," Amy added but soon she couldn't speak through her giggles either.

"Well tell us!" Hermione urged them impatiently.

"They're by the pond. And they were KISSING!" Julie told them, yelling the last word.

"And Uncle Harry was wet," Rose added, still giggling.

"And he didn't have a shirt on!" Amy said, jumping up and down.

"And he looked like he was about to crush Aunt Ginny!" Julie said, finishing their story.

"Alright girls, that's enough," Molly said, trying to hide her smile. "Unless you all want to take naps, I suggest you go back outside. Go tell you sisters to give up on getting a ride." She shooed them out of the house and collapsed at the kitchen table across from Hermione.

"Wow," Hermione said. "It's really happening for them again."

"Well they haven't said anything to me yet," Molly said cautiously. "I'm not going to get too excited, but I do have to admit I haven't seen Ginny this happy in years."

"I feel like we didn't only get Harry back, but we got Ginny back as well," Hermione said happily. As if on cue, the door opened again and Harry and Ginny walked in looking sheepish. "Why are you wet?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Someone pushed me in the pond," Harry said, elbowing Ginny.

A look of concern washed over Molly's face. "Are you okay dear?" she asked knowingly.

"I wasn't at first, but Ginny made it okay," Harry said quietly.

"Oh and how did she do that?" Hermione asked with a smirk.

"Mouth to mouth," Ginny answered grinning. Her mother looked at her confused and horrified. "Muggle thing Mum."

"You two sticking around for much longer, or do you have other things to do?" Hermione asked grinning.

"Leaving soon," Ginny replied. "I've got a letter to write."

"Hermione are you going to be home tomorrow?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well I wanted to come spend some time with you, talk about things," Harry replied nonchalantly.

"That's fine, you can come over after lunch if you'd like."

"Sounds like a plan," Harry said, ignoring the strange look Ginny was giving him.

"Well I guess we'll say our goodbyes and then get going," Ginny said. "Come on Harry, let's go outside." A few minutes later Harry and Ginny came back inside followed by Arthur.

"Before you go, I need to talk to you about some things, Harry," Arthur said, sitting down at the table while motioning for Harry to do the same.

"About what?" Harry asked, taking a seat.

"Well for one thing, the Ministry is throwing a fit wanting to have a banquet or ball in your honor."

Harry groaned. "Is it something I have to do?"

"Well technically, no, but it would mean the world to everyone. They all want to show you their appreciation for what you did," Arthur explained gently.

Hermione took Harry's pause as an opportunity to speak up. "All of your friends are dying to see you as well. Ron and I have been flooded with owls inquiring about you."

"Goody," Harry said sarcastically. "It sounds like a bloody brilliant time; being paraded around a room for a bunch of people I don't remember. I can't wait to see the look of disappointment on everyone's faces when they realize I don't have the slightest clue who they are."

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, appalled at the way he was talking to her father and Hermione.

"Honestly though! I can barely remember anything, and you know what it takes to get me to remember." He paused, ignoring the strange looks everyone but Ginny was giving him. "No offense, but being around the lot of you is still a little overwhelming."

"It's not a problem Harry; it can wait a bit longer. I guess it wouldn't be the best idea since I've been working overtime trying to keep people away from you so no one figures out you don't have your memory. There is something else I need you to do though," Arthur said.

Harry sighed. "What?"

"I need you to talk to the MLES about what you remember from that night. They've obviously reopened your case since you're not dead, but they were willing to put it on the backburner as a favor to me, since you're alive and Malfoy is, well, dead."

Harry glanced at Ginny nervously. "I don't think I'd be much help. I don't really remember much." It was a lie Ginny knew all too well.

"They'll still need to talk to you," Arthur said gently.

"Whatever," was the only reply Harry could muster.

"I think we should go," Ginny said.

"I agree," Harry said, and then paused. "Can I still come to see you tomorrow Hermione?"

"Of course."

"Well, bye then."

When they arrived at Ginny's flat, Harry and Ginny were both emotionally worn out.

Harry looked at Ginny questioningly. "Tell me about that night."

"I can't do it right now, I need to write Colin and I'm really tired." Ginny's gaze met Harry's and she felt like he was peering into her mind. She quickly broke the stare and turned her back to him.

Harry sighed and dropped the subject. "Is there somewhere I can go to fly and clear out my head?"

"Sure. This is a wizarding neighborhood. You know that park down the street?" Harry nodded. "Well it's zoned for flying. Muggles can't see you there."

"Can I use your broom?"

"Yeah, it's in the closet by the door."

"I won't be long," Harry told her. He pause before he left the room, as if he was questioning whether or not he should kiss her goodbye. He sighed again and left the flat without another word.

When he was gone Ginny sat down at her desk, silent tears running down her cheeks. "I never wanted to have to think about that night again," she whispered to herself. She sat still for a few moments before pulling out a piece of parchment and quill. She tried to think of what she was going to say to Colin. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

After almost an hour of writing and rewriting Ginny sat back to read the final product.

Dear Colin,

I wish you were here. You're the person I always talked to about this kind of thing, although I guess this time is different. I know you know Harry is back, though I'm not sure if you know that he's been living with me. There's no easy way to say this, I wish I could be talking to you about it in person. You know better than anyone how much he's always meant to me; how much he still does. I never should have gone out with you while I was still so much in love with him. I just didn't see the harm in it when I thought he was dead. I know now that it was wrong. I love you so much, but not the way I love him. I've never loved anyone the way I love him. I'm sorry. I still want you in my life, I can't picture it without you, but that decision is yours. I understand if you won't have me. Either way, please come see me when you get back, we really need to speak in person.

With love,

Ginny

"This will have to do," Ginny said, noticing the time. She apparated to the post, catching them just before they closed. When she arrived back in her flat, she found Harry sprawled out lazily on her couch.

"What's for dinner?" Ginny threw a pillow at him.

"Depends on what you're cooking," she replied.

"In that case we're eating the leftovers your Mum sent home with me. She doesn't have much faith in your cooking abilities and she didn't want me to stave," Harry teased her. She slapped his arm playfully. "I'm glad you're in a better mood."

"Well I finished my letter and got it sent off. I guess I just feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, although writing a letter was definitely the coward's way out of the situation."

"Tell me what's really bothering you," Harry begged quietly.

"I can't," Ginny whispered, looking away from him.

"Can't or won't?" Harry asked.

"Both." Ginny's voice trembled and tears filled her eyes.

"If it involves me I have a right to know."

"Not now Harry, please not now." Ginny walked away from him and towards the stairs. "I'm not hungry anymore, I'm going to just go to bed."

"Fine." Harry didn't attempt to hide the anger in his voice.

"I'll probably be at work by the time you get up tomorrow. Have fun with Hermione." Guilt seeped through Ginny's words, but Harry didn't notice in his temper. When she disappeared into her bedroom Harry punched the couch in frustration.

"You should be the one telling me this, I shouldn't have to go ask someone else," he muttered angrily. He forgot about his rumbling stomach and went to his own bedroom, slamming the door in the process.

"Harry! It's so good to see you. Is Ginny with you?" Hermione asked her friend as he stepped out of her fireplace.

"No, is anyone else here?" he asked looking around the living room.

"Just me and Jamie. Is something wrong?" Hermione asked concerned.

"You tell me. What is it that's so big Ginny can't stand to tell me?"

"Harry, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. Why don't you start from the beginning," Hermione said gently, offering Harry a chair.

"So you're not going to tell me?" Harry asked as he sat down.

"I can't tell you anything if I don't know what you're talking about," Hermione replied, careful not to lose her cool.

"Do I have a child?" Harry asked bluntly, staring at Hermione's face to gage her reaction.

"You have to believe me Harry when I say no."

Harry let out a groan. "I believe you. I haven't told anyone, but I've been trying to practice reading people's minds ever since they told me I used to be able to."

"Harry that's a bit invasive," Hermione scolded him.

"I know, but I couldn't help it. It was like they told me I had the best toy in the world, but I couldn't play with it. I didn't know how else to work on it," Harry explained. "But at least I know you're telling me the truth. For a moment there I was freaking out."

"Harry what put that thought in your mind?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry looked at the floor. "Well I asked Ginny to tell me about the four years of her life after I disappeared."

"Not a very happy or interesting story," Hermione interjected.

"I agree. But the weird thing was, her thoughts kept straying from what she was saying. I'm not completely sure, but I kept hearing her think about a baby. I didn't know whose or when or anything like that. But I couldn't sit there and just ask her if I was a father if she didn't want to tell me. Besides, then she would know I had been reading her mind, and I don't think she would have been very understanding."

"Well, she does have a lot of nieces and nephews that could be it," Hermione suggested.

"Maybe, but I don't think that's it. Do you think she could be pregnant now?" Harry asked, trying to mask his hatred of the idea.

"Not unless you need to tell me something. She's one of my best friends; I can vouch for the fact that you're the only person she's ever been with. Although it's not for lack of Colin trying."

"I don't like that guy very much," Harry said angrily.

"You never did. He almost broke your jaw once when he thought you were taking advantage of Ginny. He didn't know at the time that you two were dating. He never came out and said it, but I could always tell he was hoping you and Ginny broke up. He definitely didn't waste anytime asking her out after he saw you die."

Harry looked at Hermione questioningly. "I've heard that before, he actually saw me die? Like he saw my limp lifeless body on the ground? Why didn't he bring it back?"

"Actually there was no body. He said that there were two blinding lights and then you and Voldemort were both gone. He said it was like your bodies had burst into a million pieces."

"That doesn't make any sense; I was found in the ocean. I looked like I had been tortured. There wasn't a hair on my body, I had deep wounds, and I had lost a lot of blood. It doesn't sound like I just disappeared and then reappeared back in the ocean. If I didn't know better, I'd say Colin was the one who put me in the ocean," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Harry, why didn't you mention any of this to anyone before?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"I don't know, I guess I was just too overwhelmed with finding out who I was. I was paralyzed for almost a year. It took almost two for me to be a normal fully functioning person again."

"Don't mention this to anyone else for now. What happened on those cliffs has always been a bit of a mystery to all of us. Colin and Ginny were both there, but neither one saw nor claims to remember much. Draco Malfoy was found in a house dead, but no one knows quite how he died or who killed him. Either there was another person there that night, or someone isn't telling the truth."

Harry looked up as if something had clicked inside his head. "Ginny starts thinking about the baby anytime we talk about that last night. Could she have been pregnant then?"

"You'll have to ask her that. If she was, she didn't have the baby and she never told anyone about it."

"Hermione, thanks for talking about this with me. It really means a lot that you're willing to help me work through all of this, even though I can't technically remember you."

"The important thing is that I remember you and everything you've done for me, for all of us," she responded honestly.

"Well I guess Ginny and I have some more talking to do," Harry said. He walked over to the fireplace and flooed back to Ginny's flat.

A/N Okay now this one is really a cliffhanger. Before anyone goes jumping down my throat about something I said at the end of my other story, I was very careful with my word choice. If you know what I'm talking about, I said is, not was. If you don't know what I'm talking about, all will be revealed soon.