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A Life Left Behind

Remembering to Forget

A man crept behind a warehouse veiled in the shadows and maneuvering with great stealth. He wished not to be seen so he had a heavy black cloak on with its hood drawn. From afar it would look as if he was up to no good. He, himself, thought he looked like a Death Eater and if it were not pleasant times it would have been possible for a Death Eater to be sneaking around with the festivities going on inside.

Harry Potter was trying to sneak into the Minister's Banquet with out being seen. He did not want to ever return to the wizarding world again, but here he was. Harry comforted himself by say he really wasn't returning, it was only one night, one night to see the last Weasley.

Harry slipped into the back door and slowly made his way down a dark and dank hallway. When he reached the end there was a large wooden door. He knew that if he was a muggle that the door would not be there for the wards that were in place to hide the ceremony.

He cracked the door and edged in hoping no one would notice his entrance and they didn't. Harry was a good hour late for the banquet and therefore missed the dinner and Percy's speech. This way Harry could stand in the back and watch without being noticed too much by the people who were milling around and having various conversations.

The room Harry entered was magnificent. The room was decorated in the Ministry colors, a dark midnight blue and gold. The tall ceilings seemed to generate light of their own because there was no fireplace or candles, the room was filled with round mahogany tables, a bar was in the far left hand corner, and in the front of the room was a stage. The décor was slightly overlooked by Harry though because the room was filled with wizards and witches.

Harry had not been around this much magic in three years, so he was a little dizzy at first but then found the back wall to balance himself. He closed his eyes and tried to right his mind so he could look around at the people without being sick.

Once Harry regained his composure he started to look around but was immediately struck with nausea again when he looked up at the stage.

On the stage stood Percy at a beautiful mahogany podium as if he had just finished his speech, he had a great smile on his face which was very un-Percy. To his right stood what Harry assumed was his family but he did not have the heart to look closer at that moment.

He was glad that Percy could still find happiness even through all the bad that had happened to him and that he had still achieved his goal.

Once Harry again had obtained his balance he looked at the stage again. Percy had moved away from the podium and was talking to the people Harry had assumed was his family. Looking closer at the two people Percy was talking to he was dumbfounded.

The people were familiar to him and Harry had in fact known them. If it was any other day, any other place than this, Harry would have disregarded the idea of the presence of these people but not today, not here, it had to be real.

On the stage next to Percy stood Fred and Ginny or two people who looked astoundingly like Fred and Ginny.

Harry could not move he just remained against the wall and stared at the people on the stage. He stared at the lovely redheaded girl, no, young woman on the stage. She continued to talk merrily to her brothers on next to her as if they were not in front of a very large group of people.

He could still tell however that the war had taken a toll on them. Fred, no longer with his twin George (who Harry could only tell apart by the way they held themselves as they stood), had lost his mischievous smile.

Percy, who was always atop of his game, was slouching a bit and Harry was pretty sure it had nothing to do with him being the new minister.

Ginny, Ginny look just as beautiful as always, the same long red hair, the same slender figure and the same silly grin, but her change was much less distinct. Harry could see the change in her no matter how small it was because it was one of the things he loved about her the most. The war had not left a physical scar on her but it had taken the twinkle in her eye. Her spirit had been broken and that itself broke Harry.

Then there was a pair of eyes staring back at Harry, pair of chocolate brown eyes, Ginny was looking back at him. The twinkle in her eyes suddenly returned, her eyes lovingly gazed into his, Harry felt complete once again in his life.

Just as suddenly the twinkle was gone it was replaced with a look of shock and confusion on her face but did not break their gaze. Her features then changed to that of shame, she broke the stare and shook her head to clear it and then had a nod of resignation at the floor by her feet. She put on a big smile that was obviously strained and returned talking to her brother before having Fred walk off of the stage together.

With her reaction to him, Harry had emotions flood back to him. Was she ashamed of him, she must hate him for what he did to her family and herself. He would not try to catch them or talk to any of them. They looked happy, not entirely at all like they were before, but happy enough with out him. He had destroyed one of the strongest wizarding families and had left them struggling.

Ginny must hate him, if not for killing her family but for the other things he had done to her. He had rejected her love when they were much younger, then he fell in love with her and never told her, broke her heart in trying to pull his friendship away from her to protect her, left her for years to live in the muggle world after leaving her dead on a battlefield. But she wasn't dead as it had seemed to him, yet it didn't seem possible for her to be alive.

Was it possible for her to be alive? Harry asked himself this question as her made his way back to his flat.

She seemed to be so alive there on the stage talking to her brothers. Again, however, he had 'seen' her and her family a million times on the street, only to find that they were in fact anyone but the Weasleys. Was it possible that it happened again tonight; it had not happened in awhile but it was possible with all the magic that Harry was not really used to and the fact that the Percy was there that he could have imagined it again.

The only thing that deterred his logic was her eyes, Harry knew those eyes he loved those eyes her was positive that they were her eyes. But then again Harry had been positive before when he saw a Weasley on the street.

Harry then decided right then and there, as he opened the door to his flat, that it was not real. It was much easier to understand and accept that what he saw was just his mind playing tricks on him again. He decided that he would forget that this night ever happened and go to bed.