A/N Thanks to my reviewer from the last chapter:

Coudle: Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations lol!

Re-living

Ginny's eyes were wide and unmoving. She stared into Harry's eyes for so long that they started to water… Until, finally, she blinked, and two tears rolled down either cheek.

Harry's mouth spread into a wide smile until Ginny spoke, "I don't understand…"

Harry paused. "What do you mean?" He asked quietly.

"You're eyes… They're the same…" Ginny whispered, indicating Harriet's eyes and his.

Harry seemed to crumple inside. This was impossible, how did she still not believe that Harriet was his daughter? He had been sure that putting Harriet next to him, rather than just a photo of himself, would work. But Ginny was still standing there, and looking at him as if he was the one who had gone mad!

He breathed in deeply before saying, "That's because she's my daughter, she's got my eyes… Just like I've got my mum's eyes…"

Ginny merely shook her head in pity and wiped away the two tear lines on her cheeks, "You need help, Harry. That girl is the spawn of… of… well, you know who! You're kidding yourself! I don' know how she managed to get green eyes, but it's a coincidence! Get her out of here."

Harry couldn't stay calm any longer, he almost dropped Harriet back into the pram before striding up to Ginny and whispering in her ear, "Why can't you remember?"

"Remember what?" She replied tetchily.

Harry breathed heavily and turned away from her, looking at Hermione, James and Liam. He really didn't want them to hear him say it, but Hermione evidently didn't understand the signalling look he gave her to tell her to leave the room and take the boys with her.

He turned back to Ginny, who raised an eyebrow as if waiting for an answer.

"The night before I left, Gin," He whispered so quietly he could hardly hear himself, "Why can't you remember that?"

Ginny's face turned puzzled as she said, "I can remember it; we had an argument, and then you left."

"You don't remember anything after the argument?" Harry asked.

"Well, yes, you left," She answered matter-of-factly.

Harry's temper cracked. He spun around and marched towards Liam and Harriet.

"We're leaving now," He ordered as he pushed the pram through the door without looking back.

"Harry! Wait!" Ginny's voice made him stop dead in his tracks, perhaps she had remembered? "Get Hermione to take her back, it'll be nice to see you and Liam for a while longer."

He looked at her and shook his head slowly. The pleasant smile of her face faded, but Harry left, pulling Liam along behind him before Ginny could say another word.

"All I'm saying is it's not her fault she can't remember!"

Harry rubbed his scar with exasperation only an hour and a half after he had left St. Mungo's that afternoon. He had had the worst day today, and to make it worse, Hermione came home and started to shout at him! As if it was all his fault!

"It is her fault, Hermione!" Harry shouted back at her, "She's blocked that night out because she doesn't want to remember it!"

Hermione stared at him, and then went to sit next to him on the sofa, "Harry," She said, a lot calmer than she had spoken before, "She loves you. Why would she not want to remember that night?"

"Well that's obvious!" Harry replied. But when Hermione sent a confused face in his direction, he explained… with difficulty. "That night was… It was the first night we'd had sex since… Since that thing happened. And she probably hates to think about it because it was the first time in so long, and then I left for two years. Don't you think that's a horrible way to remember the best night you've ever had?"

Hermione was a bit pink in the face when he stopped talking; the memory of kissing Harry obviously embarrassed her. Or perhaps it was the fact that she had just learnt that kissing him all those years ago had caused him such difficulties with Ginny since.

"Well… That doesn't matter now, anyway," Hermione said unsteadily, "What you need to do now is make her remember, Harry."

Harry let out a cross between a cough and a laugh. "And how do you expect me to make her remember? There's no magic that can make people remember things they refuse to think about."

"I didn't mean by using magic…" Hermione said, raising her eyebrows.

Harry had no idea what she meant now.

"Oh, Harry!" She exclaimed. "What I mean is, show her, to make her remember."

Harry's heart seemed to skip a beat as he realised what Hermione meant. His expression must have shown that as well, as Hermione nodded and smiled mischievously as she said, "Yes, you need to show her what happened that night. And then she can't deny it."

Harry bit his lip in thought, and then said, "But what if she refuses to believe what she's seeing. She might say I bewitched something to show a different woman as her."

"I don't think she would," Hermione replied, shaking her head, "Like you said; she's just making herself forget what happened between the two of you that night, when she see's it, she won't be able to deny it to herself any longer."

Harry nodded slowly, but then his head quickened as he decided that this was what he should do. And it would work. It had to.

He stood up and ran up the stairs to get his broom, before almost leaving the house without saying goodbye to Hermione.

"What do you need that for?" She asked, signalling to the broom in his hand.

"I feel like flying," He replied, "It makes me more determined."

And with that, Harry left the house and flew off not in the direction of St. Mungo's, but towards Hogwarts. Because certainly, if he wanted to show Ginny a memory, he would need to borrow a Pensive.

"Potter! I do hope Miss Weasley, well, Mrs Potter, gets well soon. Do send her my love."

Harry smiled at Professor McGonagall as he finally left the headmistresses office over two hours later. At first, he had been surprised to see her sitting in Dumbledore's chair, but then he realised that she can't have been as old as Dumbledore himself was when he was still headmaster. So, after all the shock of seeing his old head of house after so many years, Harry had proceeded in asking for Dumbledore's Pensive, which she had been left in his will.

At first, McGonagall was quite adamant that he could not borrow it under any circumstance. So Harry explained that Ginny was extremely ill and needed to remember something about the past to get better. McGonagall softened up a bit, saying that he may only use it if she could go into the memory with him. At this, Harry had certainly put his foot down as a firm 'no'. There was no way he wanted his old teacher to see him and his wife having passionate sex. In the end, he ended up telling her everything that had happened in the past two years, and being consoled by her as he cried into a handkerchief that she had given him. So finally, McGonagall had given in, and passed the Pensive steadily over the desk to him and dismissing him.

So now, Harry was on a desperate mission to get to St. Mungo's to see Ginny, and sort everything out. However, as he walked through the corridors of his old school, he found it quite difficult to keep walking, rather than stop at every classroom door to see if his old teachers were still there.

It seemed that Professor Flitwick had retired, and been replaced by none other than Luna Lovegood. Harry restrained a laugh as he thought that he would love to have such a dreamy person for a teacher; though not quite as dreamy and strange as Professor Trelawney.

Harry also saw the Defence Against the Dark Arts class being taken by Neville Longbottom, but he already knew that. He looked at the children being taught by Neville, and they looked particularly inspired. They all looked about James' age; awed by anything even slightly amazing. This thought made Harry wonder how long James had been home from school because of his sick aunt. Another reason for Ginny to get well quickly.

Before he knew it, Harry was at the Womping Willow tree that led to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmede. He hated to go back into that building, but it was the easiest way to get in and out of Hogwarts with no trouble. So quickly, Harry strode through the passageway and flew off to St. Mungo's.

Harry sat and stared at Ginny sleeping in her bed. He had been there for about forty-five minutes. The room was completely dark apart from the strange glow of the Pensive in the corner by the window.

Finally, after another five minutes of Harry sitting and waiting, Ginny stirred.

She moaned and moved around in her bed, before opening her eyes and then moaning some more. She rubbed them, and stood out of the bed facing the Pensive.

Slowly, Ginny walked towards it, gazing at it as if it was a beautiful creature for her to pet.

Her hand edged towards the silvery substance that was neither gas nor liquid, but before she touched it, Harry spoke suddenly.

"Don't go in without me," He said quickly, but so quietly it was like he wasn't all there.

Ginny gave a quick squeak and turned around. "Oh, Harry," She said breathlessly, "How long have you been here?"

"Almost an hour," He answered, getting up and walking towards her. "Do you know what that is?" He asked, pointing to the Pensive.

Ginny shook her head in response.

"It's a pensive," Harry supplied, "It lets you see memories."

"Wow," Ginny said in awe, "Why have you brought it here?"

"Well, why do you think I've brought it?" Harry asked.

Ginny stood in thought for a moment, and then said quickly, with a smile on her face, "Are you going to let me see you kill Malfoy?"

Harry stared at her, completely taken aback by what she had said. He wasn't expecting anything like that.

"No…" He answered slowly, "I'm going to take you to the night before I left. Just after our argument…"

"Why?" Ginny said tetchily.

"Because I want you to remember."

Ginny looked at him with a face quite like disgust, but with a hint of confusion.

"After you then," Harry said, signalling for her to enter the Pensive.

Ginny paused for a moment, and then said, "How?"

"Put your head in," He answered.

And with that, Ginny stood for a moment more, and then lunged her head into the silver substance.

Harry waited for a few seconds, then looked around the empty room. He then took a few deep breaths. Watching himself have sex was about to be the strangest and most embarrassing thing in the world. But it had to be done. Harry turned towards the Pensive, and took the plunge.

"Harry, this is so weird!" Ginny said as Harry landed beside her.

"I know, but… just watch…" Harry said shakily.

"I have been, we're fighting, like I said!" Ginny replied.

Harry said nothing because he knew that if he did, Ginny would never watch. He turned his head towards the younger Ginny, and his better-looking self. Ginny was punching him, screaming the words 'I hate you' over and over again. She hadn't changed that much, then.

"Ginny!" The better looking Harry shouted, "Ginny!" Harry took hold of her arms and held her away from him. He was watching her cry until she suddenly fell into his arms and almost choked with tears.

The younger couple walked towards the bed and sat down. Ginny's head fell straight to his chest and she carried on crying.

"You promised you'd never leave me, you can't go…" She cried.

"I just want you to be safe Gin," Harry said, pulling her head up so that she was looking at his face, "I'm just doing what's best for you."

And then the two sat for a long while in silence together. The Ginny next to the real Harry spoke suddenly and made the real Harry jump; "I don't remember crying so much…" She whispered, as if to not disturb the other couple they were watching.

Harry smirked slightly, not taking his eyes off the younger version of his wife, who spoke a minute later.

"I don't hate you, Harry."

"I know," The younger man replied.

"I love you," Ginny said softly.

And then it started. The younger Harry kissed his wife. It looked as though he had only meant it to be a peck, but Ginny opened her mouth so quickly Harry almost looked surprised before he slid his tongue clearly into her mouth.

It was literally only a few seconds of that, until Ginny broke the kiss and violently pulled his t-shirt off over his head. She eyed his muscular body cheekily before Harry almost totally ripped her shirt off as well.

It was so strange for the present day Harry to watch. Back then, when it was really happening, it seemed like a total blur and everything had seemed to happen without any help. But what he was seeing here was so physical, and so meant to happen.

The younger couple were now kissing silently and topless on the edge of the bed. But the younger Harry's hand quickly scaled up Ginny's back and undid her bra first time, and then it appeared at her breast so quickly it was like he had a third hand.

Sweat started to drip down the side of Harry's head and onto his naked shoulders, but by the look of it he hadn't even noticed.

Their kissing deepened even more, if it were possible, until, finally, Ginny unzipped Harry's trousers and pulled them off, flinging them across the room. Harry followed suit by taking off Ginny's jeans and discarding them on the floor, leaving her only in skimpy pants.

The real Harry was trying very hard to keep his breathing steady and not to grab the real Ginny stood next to him and copy everything that was happening before their eyes.

Suddenly, the younger Harry pulled Ginny off the bed in one quick motion and yanked the covers up. Ginny, apparently getting the idea, then grabbed his back and pulled him back onto the bed before grabbing the covers again and flinging them over each other.

The real Harry was glad now that he couldn't see anything that was happening, for less than a minute later, his boxer shorts were thrown out of the bed, followed ten seconds later by Ginny's pants.

Harry saw himself clamber on top of Ginny under the covers, and clearly heard himself enter her, as she let out a wail of pleasure.

The duvet moved with him and every time it went forward, Ginny made a sound so pleasurable that the real Harry went positively weak at the knees.

"I love you, Harry," The younger Ginny gasped before pulling her head up and biting his stiff neck.

Harry could not watch anymore, because now he was absolutely gagging for some kind of sexual action.

He turned and looked at Ginny, whose face was blank of expression.

"Let's go," He croaked since his throat was so dry.

And he put his hand on her shoulder and tugged upwards, flying out of the Pensive.

A/N Sooo… Hope you like it! Not too graphic at the end I don't think, well, hope you liked it anyway. Next chapter will hopefully be up soon.