In silence, Harry took Ginny's hand in his own and stood up, leading her out of the room. Before they left, Ginny tossed the invisibility cloak over her arm and grabbed the Marauders map. Harry would have missed those later, even if he didn't seem to care now.

Their soft footsteps were the only sound as they went up to Gryffindor tower, pushing back several tapestries and bothering several portraits on the way. Ginny found that, even in the almost pitch dark, her feet could still find their way up to the familiar place. They gave the fat lady the password, ignored her bothered remarks about being woken up, and went up to their bedroom.

Harry was still lost in his thoughts, and when they climbed into bed ten minutes later, they still hadn't spoken a word. Ginny whispered an incantation, pointing her wand at the torches on the walls, and soon the room fell dark. But she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep.

So that man is Wormtail? she thought. He looked slimy enough. The events had taken place just as she had imagined them from Harry's description, but she was still struck by the power of seeing them really happen. Lily and James Potter had really existed. She knew this, but for some reason they were always somewhat fairy-tale figures to her. But seeing Harry's mother holding him protectively, she was hit with the truth of the matter on a whole new level. All that Harry had been through. All that his parents had been through, and all they had done for him. Harry's voice broke through her thoughts, and startled her.

"It's not that I just learned anything knew," he whispered, sounding more as though he was speaking to himself than to her. "But that was the first time I ever saw them together, with me. Something that really happened, and I was there. I can never remember being with my mum or dad... it's just..." he trailed off, his voice sounding slightly broken.

"Strange?" she suggested.

"Yes. And seeing them all together... Dumbledore, Sirius... Wormtail."

Ginny didn't know what to say, so she just took Harry's hand again and squeezed it.

"It was obvious how much your parents loved you," she whispered, feeling slightly out of place. She would never truly understand everything that happened to her husband. No one, except him, ever would.

"I was thinking about that, too. And how brave my mum was, for dying for me and all that. I was thinking: could I do that?"

"Harry- you did do that. At the battle. You died for all of us- me, Hermione, Ron, everyone."

"I suppose. I know I'd do it again, too. Especially for you. Ron and Hermione, too, probably."

She smiled, but couldn't help feeling a small amount of that horrible fear she had felt during her entire sixth year. "Harry- you won't ever have to do that again. He's gone."

"Thank god for that," he whispered. She was going to respond, but she didn't know exactly what to say. Before she could work something out, she heard Harry's breathing turn deeper, and knew he had fallen asleep.

The next morning, she woke early and dressed quickly. Careful not to wake Harry, she walked down to breakfast, picking up a large stack of toast for her and Harry. On her way back up to Gryffindor tower, she ran into Peeves. She jumped about a foot in the air when, out of nowhere, she felt someone grab her nose and scream "GOT YOUR CONK!" onto her ear.

"Ah! Peeves! Leave me alone!"

Running as fast as she could, she made it away from him without any more conflict. She returned to to tower to find Harry awake and putting a shirt on. When his head emerged, he smiled at her, seeming to be in a better mood than he was in the night before, and she was glad. She held up her stack of toast.

"I thought you might wanna take a walk on the grounds like me used to. Spend the day outside, go see Hagrid, you know, the usual." Harry smiled, enthusiastic, and nodded.

"Sure! That sounds great."

For more than an hour, they walked around the lake, throwing bits of toast to the giant squid and watched slimy tentacles emerge to take the toast underwater into the inky depths. Ginny did not bring up the memory from the night before, and neither did Harry.

At ten o'clock, Harry and Ginny knocked on Hagrid's door. When no one answered, they knocked again, harder this time. After waiting a few minutes, they turned around and started heading back to the school.

"I guess he's just not there," Harry said, shrugging. "I hope we catch him while we're here, though."

But just then, a voice came from behind them.

"Is tha' Harry Potter?" The two of them turned, beaming, as their large, hairy friend emerged from the edge of the forbidden forest. "Ginny!" he cried, dropping some small furry animal skin he was carrying.

Harry and Ginny ran forward to him, and Hagrid enveloped them both into a bone-crushing hug. "S'good to see ya!" he cried, beaming down at the two of them. "What'r'ya doin' here?"

They quickly explained their quick decision to come to Hogwarts for a fun weekend. "Well, c'mon then- I got somethin' ta show ya."

Harry and Ginny exchanged nervous glances, before he elbowed Ginny. Meaning to just be a gentle gesture, he knocked her off her feet. "Sorry!" he grunted, catching her and setting her back on her feet.

"Don' worry. S'nothin too bad." He turned around, heading back into the forest. "Well, are ya comin' or not?"

They turned to each other again, shrugged, and ran forward to follow him into the depths of the forest.

Please lemme know what you think! Sorry to keep ending the chapters like this, but sometimes my creativity runs out and I need awhile to think of something interesting! Anyways, thanks for reading!