Disclaimer: It pains me to admit that I don't own Harry Potter

Edited: June 5, 2012

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to yukikiralacus and Cassia4u for being my first reviewers for this story! Thank you!

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Harry sat in the leather La-Z-Boy in his living room. He pulled the leaver to recline the chair and layback in peace, the soft chair molding around him. He had to admit, those muggles had good taste in comfortable furniture.

His numerous thoughts were flying all over the place; today that was a good thing. He still couldn't believe it…it was going to be over. He grinned giddily. No more nightmares…no more reliving those awful moments. Finally he would be able to receive more then two hours of sleep and those awful purple bags under his eyes would disappear. Every since the nightmares his hair had been messier too (and he hadn't thought that possible). Perhaps now it would tone back down to its usual tangles

He stood up as he heard that swishing noise that came from flooing and walked over to his wife, grinning from ear to ear.

"It's all over Ginny!" he said with laughter in his voice. He picked her up and spun her around.

"Yes, of course, Harry. It's absolutely brilliant!" she exclaimed, a bit flustered "I'm just a bit confused as to why it's so brilliant,"

"Ah yes, I'm not surprised. How did Hermione take it?" He said, his face going grim again.

"She was rather shaky…how'd you know she'd figure it out?" Ginny said, starting to get frustrated.

"Well of course she would, Hermione's a smart one, but you knew that. Follow me" he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs into their bedroom.

The sun was shining brightly through the windows and it made the room look happy and bright. Ginny really loved their room. It was spacious and close to the children's rooms. Plus, Harry had let her design it. With Hermione's help, the boring white space turned into the place Ginny spent most of her time in.

That time was spent reading or talking to Harry and was a pleasant escape from the world. She snapped out of her thoughts and turned to Harry who had gotten down onto the floor and was looking under their dresser.

She bit her lip and rested her weight on her right leg. Harry always said that it was her thinking pose. In some ways it was, she was certainly thinking at the moment. She saw him press something on the bottom and her curiosity grew.

"James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna" at the words Harry whispered a small compartment popped open and floated up to Harry when he stood.

Finally unable to resist, Ginny walked over to hum, setting a hand on his arm. In the little drawer she saw Harry's prized photo album with the picture of his parents. It was slightly worn, that gave it character. Several times Harry had added pages to the back in order to put in more recent pictures. At this point the book held the story of Harry's live.

His invisibility cloak, his first snitch, and the Marauder's Map sat underneath the album. He lifted them all out and placed them on his bed, looking over each one individually. Each item had a significant story that accompanied it.

The cloak was a part of Harry. The only time he wouldn't carry it around in his pocket was when he was home from work. Even then he usually had it near by. Ginny wasn't surprised though; who knew how many times that cloak had saved his life.

Harry had once let it slip to her that it was the legendary cloak from the Tale of the Three Brothers. She had had her suspicions, but never guessed that far. This lead him to explain the Deathly Hallows and she received a further glimpse into his life traveling with Ron and Hermione in their seventh year. He also let her know that he had once been the master of all of them though the cloak was the only one he had left.

Next she saw him pull out the pensieve. It really was really a quite beautiful object. It was long and very shallow and it was a shiny silver color. The inside was a dark black, almost the exact shade of Harry's messy Potter hair. The simplicity of it was what made it so pretty. Ginny had never actually seen it before, but she knew Harry had taken many trips into it during his sixth year.

Now matter what Harry had told her about his school years, there was always an important piece missing. When he told her of his sixth year adventures, he left out why he had to enter the pensieve. That had always been something that struck her interest.

She looked up at Harry and saw pure joy on his face for a few moments, but then it faltered, only flickered actually.

"Harry? Are you okay?" she said as she sat down next to him on the bed, rubbing his arm.

"Those dreams I have been having…they're the closest thing to my connection with Riddle in a long time." He said slowly.

Ginny nodded. Dreams…or nightmares. That's what this was about. The dots had all been connected. No wonder Hermione had been so frazzled by the thought of it. Of course there had been times when Ginny had woken up to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands. She would rub his back and murmur words of comfort to him, never really knowing what the nightmare had been about.

It made sense now. Based off the pensieve, his dreams were memories. No matter how awful that was, Ginny knew not to fret because it was already over. Why worry over something that had happened?

Harry hugged his wife close to him. He realized he should have trusted her with the information earlier. He just didn't want to scare her or worry too much. His Ginny was strong though; he should have understood that better.

"You'll have to see them again, won't you…to put them in?" she whispered

"Yes…I do." Harry said after some thought.

"I will help you best I can, Harry, but I don't think I'll be enough" she stuttered.

"Well it's a good thing we came then," a voice said from the doorway.

They both turned to look and saw Ron and Hermione standing there with sad smiles pasted to their faces. Hermione walked to Harry and sat on the other side of him. She leaned over and gave him a giant bear hug.

"Harry, I am so sorry" she whispered.

"Yeah, sorry that my wife is probably squeezing the breath out of you mate." Said Ron from the doorway. Hermione got up and whacked him in the arm.

"Where are the kids?" Ginny asked, a bit confused.

"We carted them all off to Grandma and Grandpa Weasley's" he responded. "We're here for you Harry," he said with a grin. He walked and sat next to Ginny, giving her shoulder a brotherly squeeze.

"Thank you" Harry said.

They obviously didn't realize how much this meant to him. Ron and Hermione were just the people he needed. They were with him for a decent section of his memories. Actually at least one of them was probably in all of the memories.

Once this was all over, they would have a celebration he decided. They would invite all the Potter/Weasley family and declare they were celebrating just because they could.

He closed his eyes in worry as the thought off his memories entered his mind. Yes, the hard part had to come first, that's how it always was. He felt Hermione's hand slip into his and give it a squeeze. Ginny who was already holding his other hand let go and placed it on his shoulder.

"Are you ready Harry?" she asked, not wanting to rush him. He slowly nodded his head and took a deep breath

"Hermione…you know the spell right?" he said. "You know, to take the silvery, wispy, memory thing from my head?" Hermione and Ginny laughed while Harry and Ron gave them small smiles.

"Looks like you aren't very prepared are your Harry?" she said smiling.

"Hey, give him a break" Ron replied with a small laugh.

"Yes I know it."

"Thanks Hermione, you're a life saver." Harry said grinning.

Hermione muttered the spell to him and told him where to place the wand on his head. She said he didn't have to think of the whole memory; just a section of it, the magic would be able to pick up the rest of it. He nodded and Hermione squeezed his hand again.

"You can do it Harry" she said.

"We're here for you" Ginny whispered in his ear. Harry sighed and brought the wand up to his head.

"Were should I start?" he asked nervously.

"From the beginning."

They heard him mutter the spell and watched as a frown appeared on his face. He slowly pulled the memory out from his head, in that silvery wisp that she was told to expect. Ginny assumed the length of the wisp pertained to the length of the memory. This was obviously a very long memory.

Finally, he was done and he placed it slowly into the bowl sitting on his lap. She saw the memory spread and a picture Professor Quirell and the Mirror of Erised floated to the top. A movie of the event started to play and Harry touched it with his wand and it stopped.

"I…I don't want you guys to see some of these memories" he said, his voice shaking.

They all nodded in reluctant understanding. They all knew it wasn't healthy for him to hold everything in. When he thought it was right, he would show them.

For the next five hours, Harry pulled memory after memory out. The sun slowly began to sink and they could all tell the memories were only getting worse.

Ginny realized later on that she didn't want to see some of those memories; she would do it anyway though. One day, she would have Harry show her all of them one by one and she would be able to help him.

The next memory that came up was a picture of Hermione and Harry walking down a snowy street hand in hand, they were both under Polyjuice Potion, but just by the way they walked Ron and Ginny could tell who they were.

"When was this?" asked Ron, not remembering that time.

"It looks like a good memory…is it?" said Ginny trying to be optimistic.

"It was one of the worst," whispered Harry.

"Godric's Hollow" said Hermione in a whisper quieter than Harry. Tears slowly fell down her face. Ron walked over and sat next to her.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," he said.

Harry looked over at his friends and put his wand back up to his head. The worse was to come, but they would do it.

At least five memories remained. They were almost finished.

Finally it was over and Harry collapsed after the use of so much magic. All four of them had tears leaving streaks on their faces and it was good to know they wouldn't have to do it again. Tomorrow, they would celebrate. Tomorrow, they would forget this ever happened. The Trio, plus Ginny, trekked downstairs and sat on the first couch they came in contact with. Ron, Hermione, Harry then Ginny. They fell asleep side-by-side moments later.

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Arthur Weasley flooed to the Potter home to check on the quartet just after he ate his later-then-usual dinner. Things tended to take a bit longer with all the grandchildren in the home.

He found them all asleep on the couch in the sitting room. He smiled sadly. When Ron and Hermione dropped by with all the children, they just said that Harry was having a hard time and that they needed to help him. He turned back to the fireplace to go home. He decided it was best to leave them there and let them have their peace without the children. It looked like it would be one giant grandchild sleepover at his house. He hoped all was well.

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