Title: I Love You

Author: Ecovyen

Disclaimer: They call if fan fiction for a reason, people.

Sorry about the wait, people! My beta and I are on different time schedules, and it's really hard for me to catch his emails before its 3 in the morning where he is. And my grandmother just had some sort of, like, heart attack thing, too, so don't EXPECT an update for a while. I may be able to get one in, but it's not very likely. I'm going to be writing a lot, but I won't be updating from lack of time to be able to be on the computer. Again, I'm sorry. 8( But, here's this chapter to keep you entertained for...well, a few minutes at least!

Once again, thank you to all my reviewers. Sadly, the anonymous reviewers still haven't caught up with me, but, alas, that is not holding me back.

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Cpbusted: Glad that you finally caught up! Hope that you like this chapter. I know, aren't I mean with the whole cliffhangers? Good thing I update a lot...

So, here is the sixth installment of 'I Love You' by the fan fiction author, Ecovyen...

Harry gasped as he saw what was in front of him. There were thousands, no...millions, of wisps floating around the room. Hagrid reached out to grab one.

"These, Harry, are Memories. There are people who have less normal lives than you. For instance," he took out his umbrella, and pointed it at the ball of colored air. It grew to the size of a big screen TV. A girl who was covered in blue fire appeared.

"She, Harry, is completely normal. Or is she? When you see her in this picture," he tapped the screen with his wand again, "she looks like a regular sixteen year old, am I right?" he tapped it again. "But here," the girl was huddling in a corner as a male moved towards her. "You see, Harry, this girls' father beat her when she was younger."

Harry shook his head. "But what does this have to do with me?" Hagrid sighed, and smiled sadly at Harry.

"You will find out. Now, look at all these wisps. Every single one of them is a memory somehow connected to you." He took another one out of the air around them. "Here, take a look at this one."

A boy stood by his grandmother at the hospital, watching his parents wander around hopelessly. "Neville, who are your friends?" his grandmother asked. "Why didn't you tell them about your parents? You should be proud about it! Not ashamed, would your parents want you to act this way about them?"

"Hagrid, how does this one, or the other one, relate to me?" Hagrid sighed once more, annoyed that Harry hadn't found out the truth.

"Harry, this one is Neville, the one in Gryffindor. The last one was your mother."

"But—But why did you show them to me?" Hagrid was getting annoyed by now.

"Harry, don't you see it?" he whispered. "Neville's' mother is your mothers sister, didn't you notice her eyes? And if you saw the figure beating your mother, you would've noticed it was You-Know-Who."

"What are you getting at?"

"Harry, You-Know-Who is your grandfather." Harry went pale.

Hermione finally spoke up. "Hagrid, do you even know that all this is true?"

Harry was helplessly ranting. "The Dursleys' never mentioned a grandfather before, for all I know he could be. And Neville mom might as well be my aunt, I don't know enough about my past that she could be—"

"Yeah, I do. I got all of these from Dumbldore'' pensive." Hagrid said sadly, watching as Harry wandered around looking at them all. Someone then knocked on the door.

"Hello?" came a voice. "Is Harry in there?"

"Yeah," replied Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid. The door then opened, and in came Fred.

"Fred, look at all these," Harry said aimlessly. "There's so many of them...look, there's one with me," he said, opening it. After about 5 minutes, Harry resulted in crying. Fred sat down beside Harry and asked what was wrong.

"Just look at my damned past!" he said, his head falling onto Freds' chest. Fred whispered soothing words into his ear, which the others couldn't hear. After Harry had calmed down enough, he nodded at Freds' words and watched as he left.