A/N: This ones pretty… ok no really fluffy. I'm sorry Harry's a bit… too sweet. Woops.

Obliviate

Godric's Hollow

The next place we went held a lot less good memories. Especially for Harry.

He released my hand after we apparated and silently gave me the idea that I should look around.

I closed my eyes and heaved a great sigh taking in the aroma of the flowers. I looked around at the cute little house and jumped from stepping stone to stepping stone.

Something seemed to hit me over the head like icy water and I turned back toward Harry. "I've never been here before."

He nodded and I could tell there would be a lot less smiling here. "No, that is correct."

"So why did you bring me here?" I asked walking back over to him, "Other than the fact that it's beautiful?"

"Well if you're beautiful, and it's beautiful it seemed like a good match."

I scowled at him. "That's not why you brought me here."

"You're right again, it's not."

I let out a soft growl and contorted my face into a look of anger. Of course I wasn't really mad.

"Alright, alright," he threw his hands up in defeat and despite the environment he smiled faintly.

"This is Godric's Hollow," he said pointing to the street sign about half a mile down the road. "Named after Godric Gryffindor in 1776. This is where he settled after the founders of Hogwarts went their separate ways. This is also where he was killed."

I looked at the once seemingly cute house as if it were concentrated evil.

"Don't worry that was hundreds of years ago. It's the next part that makes it so atrocious."

"Why do you know all that?"

"Because it's also the crime scene in the murders of James and Lily Potter and the attempted murder of one Harry Potter," he said it morosely but I could tell he was working very hard to keep his face blank.

I gave the little obligatory gasp that one must give when they find out something horrible.

I didn't know what to say so I just blinked back at him.

Eventually I gave in whispering almost inaudibly, "Why did you bring me here?"

He bobbed his head for a second trying to clear his thoughts. "Two reasons, one has nothing to do with anything, the other has everything to do with anything. See in case you didn't know this is rightfully mine. It was my parents but when they died it became mine." He looked over the house. "It was a mess when I came here last."

"Why did you come here at all?"

"Answers, I needed them and there was no one to give them to me. I must admit I came here at a pretty bad time in my life."

"What was so bad?"

He gave me a look asking if I really wanted to know. So I set my face in reply and he explained. "I had just turned 17. I, and my nobility complex as Hermione so delicately puts it, had just come from your brother's wedding-"

"Which brother?" I asked before I could stop myself. "Err… I mean continue."

He let out a puff of laughter. "Bill's. But yeah I had really only gone to the wedding to estrange myself even further from the whole Weasley clan, this was after we'd broken up, and to leave Ron and Hermione there."

I gave him a glare. "That was silly."

"Yes, I'll admit it was. But while I was at the wedding I remembered something I'd forced myself to forget."

"Yes?"

"Well you of course."

I smiled.

"That's sweet. But what's any of it got to do with this place?"

"Well keep in mind I came here right afterward. We had danced."

"Because my mum, in all her ignorance, made us?"

"Yep."

"Yeah, I guess that kind of sucked."

"No. It was nice. Too nice, actually. So I had to get out of there."

"And you came here? Yet again that seems silly."

"Yes I didn't realize how much of my parents this place would hold. And it hit me like a ton of bricks. You're my Lily."

I didn't ask questions. I knew being able to say that was a lot for him.

"So which of the two was that?"

"I lied. I guess there is really only one reason. But there's another part," he said looking at me pretty seriously.

I grabbed his hand again to let him know that although I didn't know what being his Lily meant it was something I wanted to be.

"And what is it exactly?"

He grabbed my hand back and pulled me off around the house. "Did anyone ever tell you the story of James and Lily?"

I shook my head.

"Well they were Hogwarts sweethearts. James had had a thing for Lily since girls had stopped having cooties, but Lily on the other hand took a bit more time at least admitting she liked him. But once they got together nothing could tare them apart. Not even a 'Dark Lord'. So I decided that no matter what happened I'd be there for you, even if we had to keep it a big secret; and I'd try my best to let you know that. So took you to the lake and I told you the complete and total truth for maybe the first time in my life."

"What's that got to do with being here?"

He stopped and pointed at a tree.

I walked over to examine it. There at the trunk was the inscription:

James and Lily

Together Forever

(Harry too)

I smiled at him and pulled out my wand.

"They forgot something you know."

"Ginny what are you doing?" he asked as I used my and to cut my own inscription next to the other one.

"They left something out," I replied and backed away to admire my work.

He chuckled at it and grabbed my hand. "There's something else I have to show you."

We apparated away again but my inscription still shone bright on the tree:

Harry and Ginny

Ditto.