A/N Well, this is my last chapter everyone. I didn't expect it to be, but it is! So hope you like is, and read the IMPORTANT MESSAGE at the bottom when you have finished the story! Thanks to my ONLY reviewer from the last chapter…

Coudle: I'm really sorry it took longer than a week… I started back at school after the summer holidays, so I've been very busy!! I'm sorry! But hope you like it! And thanks for being my loyal reviewer all the time:)

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The moment their feet touched the floor, Ginny walked over to her bed and sat on it, not facing Harry. This troubled him, as he had no idea what was going through her head. Had she believed what she had seen? Or did she think it was all a lie?

Harry walked slowly towards her. She wasn't making a sound, or moving at all. His breathing, and body, had gone back to normal, and his mind was now totally on the task of getting Ginny to believe that Harriet was his daughter.

Still, the only light in the room was coming from the Pensive. And if possible Harry felt like it had gotten even darker since they had gone into it, since outside it must have been dusk by now, so the light was disappearing.

Slowly, Harry walked to face Ginny, and when he reached her, he saw that she was crying silently.

"Gin?" He said softly.

Ginny took a sharp breath, and then said quietly, "Why did you show me that?"

"I… I wanted to help you remember…" Harry said cautiously.

Silence.

Harry's heart was pounding like a drum. Had he done the right thing? At the moment it seemed like she was even more depressed than before.

More silence.

"Well say something Ginny!" Harry bellowed, unable to stop himself.

She looked up at him, her eyes no longer producing tears.

"She…"

Pause. The longest pause of Harry's life.

"She really is your daughter, isn't she?"

Harry's heart now jumped violently into his throat, "Yes," He whispered.

"Harry…" Ginny shook her head, "I'm… I'm so sorry…"

She cried again, loudly this time, and Harry was by her side in a second.

"It's ok, don't worry," He reassured her.

"No! It's not! All this time! I've completely disowned her because I couldn't remember the most fantastic night of my life!" Ginny cried.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Of course I can remember it, Harry! I treasured that night for so long after you left! And then I found out I was pregnant… I've never been so happy in my life. Well, maybe that's exaggeration, but you understand!"

"Wait!" Harry cut in loudly. "Are you trying to tell me that you've known all along? I don't understand!"

"No, no!" Ginny shook her head wildly, "What I was trying to say was, I thought of that night every day until Malfoy came… then that was all I could think about. It was so… graphic, in my head. I can just remember him…" She started to cry again, and Harry finally understood.

The rape had overtaken the memory of her night with him, and so she lost it. And on loosing that one memory, she convinced herself that Harriet was Malfoy's daughter, because he was the only person she remembered having sex with. If you could call it that.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Ginny cried again, "I'm sorry for putting you through hell…"

"I'm sorry for leaving," Harry interrupted again, "If I hadn't left, then you would never have forgotten…"

"I love you so much."

"I love you too. Listen, if I ever try to leave again, just curse me," Harry said into Ginny's eyes.

She smiled and said, "Believe me, I will."

"And promise me you'll go back to school tomorrow?" Ginny asked sternly.

James, accompanied by Hermione, nodded his head as he left the room.

It was the day after Ginny had 'remembered' the truth about her daughter's father, and she, Harry, Liam, Harriet and Hermione and James had all gone to visit her. Ginny had told them all how, upon telling her Healer that she remembered everything, she was able to go home as soon as the Healers and nurses decided the time was right. Harry was positively overjoyed at this news – for they would finally be a proper family again, with Hermione and James coming to stay regularly of course.

The five of them had been in Ginny's private room for most of the day, talking about everything Ginny could think of now she was, as she put it, 'back to normal'. All day she had not really let go of Harriet at all, unless she needed to be put down for a nap. And just before Hermione and James left, they were all talking about how much time James had had out of Hogwarts, which was about two months, but Ginny had persuaded him that she was now well enough and had enough people to look after her, so he could return to his second home.

"We'll see you later, Harry, ok?" Hermione said as she followed her son through the door.

Harry nodded his head with a bright smile on his face and watched the door closed behind his very best friend. There followed a slight silence in the room after this, in which Harry turned his head and smiled at the rest of his family, who were smiling gleefully back.

The silence was broken by Liam, who was sitting, perched on the end of his mothers bed.

"Mum, when you come home, can we go on a holiday?" He asked innocently.

Ginny laughed and turned to Harry, who smiled back.

"I think we can manage that," He said, "Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere, just away from here…" Liam answered with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Harry shook his head slowly as he realised (again) how much his son had grown up in the past two years. He didn't know how, but Liam somehow knew that to get away from a place which has troubled you for a while is a good thing, and it can refresh your mind.

"Another country," Ginny piped up as she stroked Harriet's hair, "Somewhere exotic, and romantic…" She smiled at Harry as she said this.

"Not romantic!" Liam yelled, making a sick sound afterwards.

"Oh, Liam!" Ginny laughed, "You are sweet!"

Liam made a face that one might mistake to mean he was disgusted by this comment, but Harry tried to ignore it and just laughed along with his wife.

Once the laughter had died down, Harry looked at the clock that was hung on the wall, "We'd better get going soon, Liam, it's getting late."

"Don't leave!" Ginny said suddenly.

"I won't be gone…" Harry realised what he was about to say and bit his tongue in time to stop himself. That phrase seemed to curse him whenever he said it. "I'll see you in the morning," He corrected himself.

Ginny paused and looked down at Harriet sadly. "Take them back to Hermione and then come back here," She suggested quickly, gesturing to Liam and Harriet.

Harry looked from his two children to Ginny whilst struggling to find an answer.

"Hermione does too much for us, Gin. I can't leave them with her again," He said finally.

"Aunty Hermione won't mind!" Liam said suddenly, "I won't be bad anyway, I'll go straight to bed." A rather kinky retort flew in to Harry's mind at that moment, but he chose not to voice it in front of his eight year old son. Then Liam walked towards him like a fully grown man on a mission, which really threw Harry back, "You should stay with mum, you haven't seen her properly for ages."

Harry eyed him closely, and then a small smiled cracked on his face in gratitude of what he had said. "Ok then," Harry said, "I'll take you two home, and then come back."

He looked over to Ginny whose face was as bright as the sun at this, and proceeded in walking over to take Harriet.

"Goodnight, little one," Ginny whispered to her daughter, kissing her on the cheek, "I love you so much."

Harry smiled and picked her up, then placed her in her pram.

"Come on then, Liam," Harry said, holding out his hand for Liam to take, "I'll see you later, Gin," He turned and said quietly as he left.

"You're going back?" Hermione asked in the kitchen half an hour later, after Harry had said goodnight to Harriet and Liam.

"Well, only if you don't mind looking after them…" Harry replied cautiously, fearing he may have asked too much of her.

"What? Of course I don't mind!" She said loudly, throwing her arms around for no reason. She seemed to be ushering him to the door.

"Look, stay there all night if you like!" She said, walking out into the hallway, "In fact, you should!"

"Why are you so keen to get rid of me?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Oh Harry! I'm not keen to get rid of you!" She said exasperatedly. "Why do you think Ginny wanted to you go back?"

Harry stood for a moment, a little puzzled. "Because we haven't spoken properly alone yet?"

"No! Well, obviously yes, but that's not the only reason is it?!" When Harry didn't reply, she continued, "Think about what you showed her yesterday. It's been two years, Harry; I'm surprised you haven't gone insane without it!"

"Hermione!" Harry said, finally cottoning on to what she was saying.

"Well, it's true! Now go, and have a good time!"

Before he even realised he was at the front door, Harry had basically been thrown out of it. He turned around to argue with Hermione but the door was already shut, so he decided it was best to leave it, and started to walk down the garden path.

As Harry walked away from his house and down the road, Hermione's words rang in his head like an endless bell. 'I'm surprised you haven't gone insane without it!' What was that supposed to mean? He wasn't an animal! He could control himself. But then Harry stopped to disapparate, and a sudden rush of excitement overcame him.

He cursed silently at Hermione for putting ideas in his head, and clicked his fingers to travel to St. Mungo's.

"Harry, where have you… Oh, Harry, they're beautiful."

Ginny smiled as Harry summoned a water-filled vase and placed the flowers he had brought her on her bedside table, next to the picture of himself.

Harry smiled back and went to sit on the chair next to her bed but was stopped by a hand reaching out for him. He looked up and saw Ginny smiling sweetly, evidently waiting for him to sit on the bed with her. He did so, while swallowing with difficulty. He had no idea why he was this nervous.

Quickly, Ginny led down next to him, so he followed her example, and lay down as well. She then put her arm around him and put her head to rest on his chest. Harry looked down at her and watched her close her eyes. She looked so peaceful.

"I'm so glad you're back," She whispered.

"So am I," He replied, his heart pace slowing.

"I love you so much," She said, opening her eyes and lifting her head, she planted a soft kiss on Harry's lips. "I wish things… I wish they were how they used to be."

"They will be again soon," Harry said, his heart rate picking up again after one small kiss.

"I've missed kissing you like I did that night. Until I forgot about it of course…" Her expression lowered as she looked back to the wall opposite.

"Don't worry, I enjoyed watching it over…" Where had that comment slipped from?!

Ginny's head flew up to look at him again, this time a cheeky look was in her eyes as she said, "I bet you did, Mr Potter!"

"I didn't mean it like that!" Harry laughed.

"Oh, whatever!" Ginny replied, joining in.

"I didn't! I merely meant that… it was – nice – to see a memory so clearly…"

"Oh Harry, quit while the hole is small!"

Harry nudged his wife playfully so that she nearly fell off the bed, but grabbed his right arm instead, and almost took him with her.

The two of them were laughing long into the night. Reminiscing about things they had shared in their married life, and even all the way back to Hogwarts. They remembered how Liam had walked into glass doors when he first started to learn, how Ginny would always get into a strop when Harry beat her at one on one Quidditch, and how, no matter what, the two of them would always get through a problem, be it by loving each other, or just fighting it all out; they loved each other, and that was all that mattered.

Harry stayed with Ginny all night, just cuddled together in a small, cramped, uncomfortable hospital bed in a hot, clammy room. But none of that posed a problem for Harry; he could have laid there for eternity – if eternity would allow it.

This night, for Harry, was definitely the best since Harriet was conceived. And despite what Hermione had thought all those hours ago, and despite how excited Harry had become at the prospect of making love to his wife again, he found that this was just as… pleasant. He could not have dreamed of a better way to make love happen, than lying side by side, together.

A/N Hello!!! That was the last chapter. But I am considering an epilogue. Well, what the hell?! I'm about to go off and write the epilogue now lol!! So no worries, there is basically one chapter left. But I will take this opportunity to thank everyone for reading this fic; it's been a long hard road, as I considered myself 'in a rut' for many chapters. But you guys helped me through! Thank you! Anyway, I'll leave and hurry up writing that epilogue!! Thanks again!!