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Author's Note: I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to update this story. Do to issues with my health among other things I honestly hadn't had time to work on it though this project hasn't been far from my thoughts. Thank you to everyone who's reading and those who are reviewing you people give me all kinds of warm fuzzies.

Chapter 36: The Importance of Memories

Harry stared at Hermione with a look on his face that said, 'you must be barking mad.' She'd made some pretty odd requests of him in the past but this one really took the cake. "You want me to what?" he asked.

"I just think it might be an idea if you start keeping a dream journal." She said.

"Like the ones Professor Trelawney had us keep?" Ron snickered. "I thought you said the woman was an old fraud."

"She wasn't completely a fraud." Hermione said in a generous tone. "The dream journal has nothing to do with Divination. its basic psychology besides Harry's dreams happen to be important to our mission."

"I thought you were still weary of me using them." Harry said.

"It's still against my better judgment." She amended. "I still worry that You Know Who hasn't completely closed his connection with you and that he'll try to use it to his advantage again. That being said, I think it's important that you write everything concerning what you know about him down. Like what you saw in Dumbledore's Pensieve, there could be details that are important that you've forgotten about. Everything we know about You Know Who really comes from those memories."

"Well I guess we can get started on that tonight." Harry said with a shrug.

"Actually we can't, Fred and George are supposed to be dropping in along with Lupin for a meeting." Ron reminded him.

Harry raked his hand through his messy hair, he'd completely forgotten about it. He wanted to meet with them before school began at Hogwarts, not that any of them would be attending, but it was still important. "I completely forgot."

"Why don't we get started recording those memories now?" Hermione suggested pulling out the leather bound journal she'd been using to keep track of their plans thus far.

After several hours of Hermione's torturous mind melding questions, Harry was starting to wish he was back in Snape's Occlumency lessons. If someone would have told him that someone he loved as much as Hermione, could give him a migraine he never would have believed them. When she said she wanted to record the details of the memories he had no idea that she'd truly meant every detail. Not to mention, that time had caused many of the details to fade in the delicate folds of his memory. Had he known what a literally painful process this was going to be, he'd have started a journal this time last year and saved himself this painful experience. Of course this time last year he'd expected Dumbledore to be with him to help him every step of the way. He'd never in a million years thought of the Headmaster as being mortal and his death had been a devastating blow. "I don't remember want color the ruddy old witch was wearing." Harry tossed his glasses on the table and squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I really don't see why it's so bloody important."

"I'm with Harry on this one Hermione." Ron said. "I mean unless old Tom Riddle was more twisted than we gave him credit for, I don't think he cared about the ruddy dress either. He was only after one thing and it wasn't getting her out of it."

Hermione looked up from the journal and sighed, "Because when you force yourself to remember the small details the more important ones have a way of resurfacing."

"If you say so Hermione," Harry lifted her hand that was stained with ink and kissed it gently.

"Indeed I do." She smiled. "Fred, George, and Professor Lupin should be here anytime. Why don't we head down to the kitchen and prepare tea. I'll even get out those biscuits the two of you like so much."

Ron's eyes lit up with the mention of food, "The sugar ones with the little sprinkles on top?"

"And he wonders how he ended up under a love spell last year." Hermione said standing up and stretching.