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"Alright, babe?"

Ginny slid onto the sofa beside Harry. He turned his head and smiled briefly, before returning his attention to the open photograph album in his lap. She reached over and touched his cheek.

"No regrets? You're not brooding, are you?"

Harry shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"No - no. I'm glad that we told them. And erased their memories. They can live happy lives now, and enjoy their wedding, and their last few years, and being parents..."

His voice cracked on the last syllable, and Ginny put an arm round him, pulling him closer.

"Harry, you don't have to put on a brave face, sweetie. I know you're lying."

Harry stiffened, but she continued. "Of course you have regrets. You regret not changing the future. You regret letting the rat know in the first place. Hell, I think you regret coming in the first place."

Harry tried to smile.

"Gin, why do you always have to be right?"

"To make you feel inadequate," Ginny replied softly, "Trust me. It's better this way."

Harry let her pull him into a hug, and tried not to think about the conversation he'd shared with Lily earlier that day.

Flashback

"I suppose... we have to forget?"

Lily met his eyes, her face resigned. Harry felt as if he could barely breathe as he nodded. She tensed, as if she'd been slapped, but tried to manouvere her pale face into a smile.

"Of course. It makes sense, I suppose."

Harry shifted from one foot to another, watching the flurry of emotions in her eyes as she grappled to come to terms. The deep breath that she took broke the silence.

"I'd like to remember. At the end. It... might help. Could you do that - just so I know?"

Harry's throat was too constricted to reply, and he merely nodded. Lily reached out to grasp his hand, offering a smile intended to be reassuring, then, it was as though something inside her - a barrier, broke down, and she reached up to hug him. Harry stood numbly in the only hug that he'd ever recieve from his mother, and as Lily pulled away, he saw a tear glistening on her cheek. She wiped it away and a little laugh broke through her throat.

"Well - be safe, change your socks, and... thank you so much."

Still gripping his hand, she closed her eyes.

"Three... two... one..."

Harry had to force out the single, dreaded word.

"Obliviate!"

End Flashback

Harry leant into Ginny, breathing in her familiar, flowery scent. He closed his eyes, slipping into something of a trance, only coming out of it when he felt her start.

"Gin?"

"Harry..." her voice shook a little, "Harry - the photo."

Harry sat up, furrowing his brow as he looked to where her finger was pointing. It was the wedding photograph. His parents standing on the steps of a church, the large group of waving people a few feet behind them. At the edge of the picture, two people stood in an alcove. An alcove that he'd never really noticed before. Although their faces were mainly in shadow, a slight movement that the smaller figure made, the toss of her head, brought a mane of deep red hair into the light.

"We're there."

Harry scrambled up to look closer. Yes - they were there. The two figures had never caught his eye before, but now he looked closely, he could definately see their outlines. Had they even been there last time he'd looked?

"Gin - I think we changed the future."

The soon to be Mrs Potter was enjoying herself very much. Very very much, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

It was on the eve of the leaving feast, and she was up on the Astronomy Tower with the man who'd be her husband in a few short weeks.

So much could change in a year, she reflected. And one of those changes was that James had grown from the loveably irritating boy to the man that she loved. She leaned against his shoulder. The stars were out, the moon was shining, and not a single sound broke through the stillness of the Hogwarts grounds.

"OiI! Lovebirds!"

Except two teachers.

'Damn it,' she thought, unwinding her arms from James' neck and turning to face the two defence teachers, sillouhtted in the doorway that opened onto the tower. Even in the dark she could see their matching smirks.

She fumbled for an explanation.

"We were just, erm... patrolling, sort of, ish, type thing..."

Lily trailed off. Harry nodded.

"Yes. That's what it looked like. You were on your way to Gryffindor Tower, after doing your professional, G rated rounds of the castle, right? In fact, right now, you're somewhere on the fourth floor, am I right?"

Lily nodded hastily, yanking James after her by the hand as she bolted down the spiral staircase. Ginny let out a snort of laughter, and then turned back to Harry.

"Brr, parky, isn't it? For the summer. Let's go back inside."

Harry shuffled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his robes and mumbling, "Actually, Gin, there's something I've been meaning to ask you..."

James pulled Lily towards him. She half tripped over her wedding dress, laughing up at him as they stood on the church steps, posing, not having to fake smiles for the busily snapping photographer. Harry barely had time to register the impact that his presence in a photograph could inflict. He yanked Ginny into an alcove just as Sirius burst out laughing at something Remus had said. The camera clicked one more time, and the burst of light was almost blinding. Grabbing Ginny's hand, Harry stepped out of the alcove to walk straight into James. His former student laughed.

"Caught you in the act, did we, professor?"

Harry blushed, but Ginny said cheerfully, "Wouldn't you like to know, Potter!"

James smirked back at her, but then turned to Harry, saying seriously, "Actually, sir, I came over to say thanks. For everything. You've been a fantastic teacher and... a real friend."

He extended his hand, and Harry took it, gripping it hard with a firm shake. James gave him one last grateful smile, and with one last look, he returned to his bride and the celebrations.

Harry and Ginny exchanged looks, and then walked slowly together to the small garden behind the church. It was a simple place, a small village in Dorset, and from the garden the sea was in view. Pausing underneath a tree, Harry smiled sadly at the girl beside him, leaning over to...

"Ahem."

Harry pulled away quickly, astounded to hear the familiar voice.

A very confused looking Ron Weasley was standing a few feet away. Harry choked.

"Ron!"

"Ginny!" Ron croaked,"I mean, Harry! Oh, what does it matter? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Ginny shuffled,

"We were..."

"Snogging, Ronald," Hermione's amused voice floated across the garden. She was sitting on a stone bench underneath a nearby tree, looking very cheerful, and very... large.

"Hermione!"

Harry gulped "You're looking very... very..."

"Pregnant!" Ginny blurted out. Hermione blushed, and Ginny began to hyperventilate.

"Oh, good God!"

"You and Ron..." Harry interrupted.

"Race of super smart redheads!" Ginny's voice was strangled, and she sat down weakly on the grass, clutching Harry's hand. Ron looked pointedly at their linked hands.

"Can we discuss this later?" Ron had gone a slightly green colour, and attempted a weak smile, "I can't handle this now, here..."

He jerked his head toward the nearby music and chatter. Harry paused, his eyes far off. He looked down at Ginny, giving her a slight half smile.

"Ready to return to normal, love?"

Ron pointedly ignored the affection in his tone, and said, looking straight at him,

"Oh, and you're in deep water, Potter. Mum's furious that Ginny missed her last year of school. Maybe don't show your face for a bit? And Gin, you'll have to go back to school with people a year younger than you, you do realise that?"

Ginny gave him a wide smile.

"Ah, but brother mine, I don't plan to go back to school."

Ron turned purple,

"Excuse me?"

Ginny looked at him sunnily,

"Nope. I'm going to get married this summer and then try my hand at being a freelance Auror."

Ron's colour eased slightly.

"Ah, well, you'd be good at that and I suppose you're bright enough to pass your NEWTs without the schooling and it is a hassle and... YOU WHAT?"

Ginny held up her left hand. On her third finger there was a emerald ring, shaped like a lily, old but lovingly made. It'd been gathering dust in its box since Harry had found it in the remains of Godric's Hollow, keeping it mainly for sentimental value, until its recent use.

Ron turned puce.

"What... what..."

Harry blushed, grabbed Ginny's hand and hoisted her up onto her feet.

"Erm, you can make your own way back..."

He tossed the time turner that he'd kept carefully hidden in his robes to Hermione, gripped Ginny's arm firmly, waved, and disappeared from the garden. Forever.

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