Hi everyone! Thanks to all the kind and supportive people in the reviews! I appreciate you all so much. To be honest I had no idea where this story was going for a while lol, but I'm back at it now! Hope you like this next chapter.

It was almost impossible for Harry to find his way back downstairs in the manor. He had known it was big, but this was ridiculous! Why did two people need so much space? His family had five people, and their house was probably at least two times smaller than this house. And they all lived comfortably in their house.

He stumbled around the house until he saw the one other room that looked inhabited. It must be Scorpius's room, he thought. And right across from it was the staircase. He sighed in relief and took the long walk back downstairs.

And after getting downstairs, he was faced with another problem: figuring out how to get out. Of course Malfoy Manor had anti-disapperating charms on it. So he had to find the room he had been to before, where the floo was. The halls seemed endless, and he wished that Scorpius hadn't left him here alone. How was he supposed to know how to get around this maze?

He pushed open another door and shuddered when he saw where he was. It was the room he had seen in Draco's memories. Where he had been tortured. He wondered how Draco could stand living in a place that had so many bad memories associated with it.

The room looked empty, like it hadn't been used in a long time. Obviously Draco wouldn't want to come back in here, after what had happened.

Harry backed out of the room and walked down the hall again. Then he remembered: Tiffy!

"Tiffy!" he called, and jumped when the house elf appeared with a loud snap.

"Mr. Potter!" she exclaimed. "Master Scorpius said you was here."

"Can you show me where the floo is?" Harry asked. Tiffy nodded eagerly and led him down another hallway, until they got to the other end and she opened the door. Inside was the room Harry had entered in.

"Thank you," Harry said.

"Of course, Mr. Potter! Can Tiffy help you with anything else?" she asked. Harry was about to shake his head no before he hesitated.

"What time is it?" he asked slowly. How long had he been gone?

"It is 6 PM, Mr. Potter!" Tiffy said. Harry's mouth dropped open. He had been in the pensieve for around half a day! Ginny was probably worried. He quickly grabbed some floo powder from the jar and yelled "Grimmauld Place!"

He stumbled out of the floo, and was almost immediately faced with his furious wife. His children were sitting at the table, and Lily gave him a sympathetic look. Albus just rolled his eyes, and James looked amused. Harry gulped.

"Where have you been? It's been almost a day since you left! When Albus returned, we expected you to come back soon, but you didn't!" Ginny could be just as terrifying as Molly Weasley when angered.

"Listen, I can explain…" Harry looked at where his children were and hesitated. Ginny understood immediately, and her anger faded away, replaced by worry. She nodded and motioned to the door.

Harry followed her out the door, and heard shuffling from behind him.

"James, don't you dare!" Ginny called out, and there was silence. Harry had to grin at James's obvious attempt to listen to their conversation.

"Let's go outside," Ginny suggested. Harry nodded. His kids were too curious for their own good. Harry had no doubt that they would find some way to eavesdrop if he and Ginny stayed in the house. The two of them made their way into the garden, and Ginny immediately turned to Harry.

"What happened?" she asked worriedly. Harry grimaced.

"There's a lot… and it's about Draco," Harry said. Ginny's lips pursed.

"I know it's about Draco. What happened after you went to visit him at the hospital? Why were you gone for so long?" she asked. Harry sighed and shook his head.

"I went to visit him, and we kinda ended up dueling again."

"What did you do this time?" Ginny asked with a sigh. Harry frowned.

"Why do you assume it's me all the time?" he asked. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Harry. Even though Draco isn't the nicest person, we both know that he won't attack you with magic unless he's provoked. Especially now."

Harry shrugged, even though he knew that she was right. Now he felt the guilt from before again. He had told Draco that he was hated by everyone, and even if that had been true, Draco didn't deserve to be told that. Especially because he obviously knew that better than anyone.

"Maybe I did provoke him… but that's not the point," he said quickly, before Ginny could say anything. He could trust Ginny, he knew. He could tell her everything that had happened. And she would never tell anyone else.

And he did, explaining everything that had happened since he and Albus had gone to the hospital until now. Ginny listened without interrupting the entire time, her eyes widening and growing more horrified as his story went on.

When he finished, Ginny was silent.

"I've never liked Draco, but how could his father do that to him? His own son. That's… unforgivable," Ginny whispered, and Harry saw the horror in her eyes that mirrored his own.

"But I have a plan, Ginny. If we manage to show these memories to the Ministry, they'll do something…" But Ginny was already shaking her head.

"Harry, I know that you and Draco are friends now, but how do you think he would feel if his worst memories were shown to the world? Especially the last few…" Ginny said softly.

Harry sighed. Ginny was always the reasonable one. And she was right, as usual. Having his private memories shown to everyone was probably the last thing Draco wanted. Especially when many of those people despised him and his family. Who knew what other rumors could be spread if they found out about his weaknesses? But Harry couldn't help feeling like they should do something more, something to help Draco. He pushed the thought away. What's done is done, he thought firmly. It was in the past, and it would probably benefit Draco more to pretend that none of this had ever happened.

"You're right. We should just leave it alone," Harry said reluctantly. Ginny smiled at him, although there was a sad tinge to it.

"I know you want to help him, Harry, but he's already been through enough. This would just make things worse for him," she said.

Harry nodded, and suddenly felt a burst of love towards the woman in front of him. He remembered how heartbroken Draco had been when Astoria died, and he tried not to imagine it happening to Ginny. He suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. Her eyebrows raised, but she hugged him back. Harry kissed her, and she kissed him back just as enthusiastically.

Suddenly, she jumped away, and Harry looked at her in confusion.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently. Ginny's eyes were narrowed, and she was looking around the garden quickly.

"I thought I heard something…" she said, still looking around. "I guess it was nothing." But she still looked uncomfortable, and Harry saw that.

"Let's go back inside," he said, and the two of them walked back inside. Neither of them noticed the movement from behind them.