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Chapter 3: Dee and Hey?

Madam Pomfrey arrived from her office just at this moment to usher Harry back to the comfort of his bed while showing the group forcefully to her office. Scolding, Madam Pomfrey muttered to herself as she closed the large heavy doors.

"What on earth do you think you will achieve by harassing my patient, Miss Weasley?"

Ginny stared blankly down at the desk in front of her and shook her head, still completely in shock, "He's dead. He can't be back, it's not real. How could he put us through all that if it's really him?"

"I - I doubt Harry would of meant any of what happened." Hermione said quietly.

"Then it must be a Death Eater, there's no other explanation" Ginny replied.

"I assure you Miss Weasley I'm ninety-nine percent sure that the young man sitting up in that bed is indeed Harry Potter."

Ginny began to pace quickly, trying to tell herself not to get too excited about the prospect of Harry returning to her, "I don't mean to be rude but how can you be that sure Madam Pomfrey? I mean sure he looks like an older Harry but what if it's a total different person all together?"

"Ginny, dear, I don't -"

Madam Pomfrey turned towards Molly and tweaked a small smile from the corner of her mouth, "No Molly, I'll answer. Ginny, after your parents left, Kingsley and I were able to slip him a little bit of Veritiserum. Once we were able to verify that he wasn't a Death Eater and had most certainly lost his memory, I was able to do an identity test with a strand of his hair."

Pausing when she heard an excitable squeak from Hermione, Madam Pomfrey turned to see a large grin upon her face. Hermione's face turned a slight shade of pink before telling her to continue by waving her hand impatiently.

"As I was saying, I was able to get a strand of Harry's hair and with much fortune found a fresh identity potion in my stores. I had just got the results when you arrived; the DNA of the man in my Hospital Wing is indeed Harry Potter."

"And you're sure the DNA is conclusive?" Hermione replied excitably.

"Dee and Hey?"

Hermione grinned up at Ron and brought his hand that she had been holding tightly up to her mouth and kissed it, "Honestly, you really should of taken Muggle Studies or at least read a book once in a while. DNA, it is practically our genetic blueprint. DNA is unique to each and every one of us, well that is unless you have an identical twin."

"Yeah thanks, I really didn't need you to recite the dictionary for me." Ron replied cheekily, kissing Hermione before she had a time to retort.

Rolling her eyes at her brother and sister - in - law, Ginny turned back to Madam Pomfrey. "So?"

"Well it's about 99.9 conclusive so I'm sure it's him."

Taking a deep breath in after suddenly ceasing her continuous pacing, Ginny fell backwards into her father's arms before grabbing the only other chair available in the office. Her mind was reeling even more than before, she felt sick by the thought that her life would be different once again, not even able to process that this new information could be the best thing she had ever heard in over seven years. Ginny barely even heard her parents, Ron and Hermione talking happily to Madam Pomfrey until she heard her name being mentioned.

"What?"

"I was just saying that you, Ron and Hermione would be more than willing to help Harry recover at home, after he is allowed to leave." Molly answered sweetly.

"Of course that would have to be after the Minister thinks it's safe." Arthur added.

Ron frowned and looked from each of his parent, "What do you mean if the Minister thinks it's safe?"

"Just incase he is under an Imperius curse or has been tortured to do the bidding of any Dark being." Arthur replied.

"I - I think I might go for a little walk, just so I can process everything." Ginny piped up suddenly. "You guys stay here, I'll be fine." she added when she noticed Hermione struggling to get out from her chair.

Making her way out of the office, Ginny felt her head pounding forcefully, as though her brain had been smashed with a rather sharp ended brick. She nearly made her way from the room when she heard a loud clearing of a person's throat. Ginny's heart skipped a little when she turned to find herself face to face with Harry.

"Look, about before -"

"No, I'm the one who should be explaining myself. I'm sorry for attacking you like that; I was just in a bit of shock seeing you." Ginny replied heavily.

Harry quirked a quick smile and ran his hands through his already messy hair, "You were in shock? Try not knowing what the hell is going on and then some girl starts throwing her fists into my chest."

Ginny turned her head towards the ground to the side of her and stepped back, feeling amazingly uncomfortable having someone who she had thought was gone from her life forever suddenly so close to her. "As I said before I'm sorry. Look, I need to go for a walk to clear my head, is that OK?"

Frowning and stepping back from the beautiful, strange red head Harry sighed, "Yeah, that's fine with me. Just one thing before you go?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"What's your name?" Harry asked.

Ginny closed her eyes suddenly to control the urge to cry in front of Harry. After a few moments of silence she cleared her throat to speak, "Ginny. Ginny Weasley."

It took a little longer for Ginny to reach her old hiding spot along the shore of the lake then she had expected, finding that she had wondered aimlessly into many long forgotten corridors and floors in the castle Ginny once had called her second home. Her last year had been hard for Ginny as the disappearance of Harry had been so fresh at that time. She found that she had became a recluse in her final year, drowning herself with as much work as humanly possible in an attempt to keep herself from dieing inside. Many of her friends and family tried to help her through such a horrible period but no matter what they did it never helped with the deep pain in her heart. It took Ginny many years to finally get over Harry's death with some help from Hermione and her family but even then Harry was never very far from her mind.

Now that Harry was back though from the dead so to speak, Ginny felt as though all her confusion, anger and loss began to flow through her body once again. Once she had realised that it was indeed him and he had lost his memory, Ginny felt as though she had lost him again even though she saw his vibrant green eyes staring directly into her own. Sighing heavily, Ginny took her shoes from her feet and walked aimlessly through the shallows of the lake, feeling the Giant Squid's tentacles tickling her toes gently as though showing her it's own way of comforting. Many times Ginny had dreamed of Harry coming back to her but in her dreams but she never expected that it would happen; it was only in her deepest parts of her heart that she felt and had hoped beyond hope that a day such as this one would come. It took over half an hour before Ginny woke up from her trance she had cocooned herself into and her state developed from confused pain into true happiness. A happiness she could barely remember ever having, except for when she was back in Hogwarts. Harry was back, he was back to her, Ginny thought. Here she was wallowing in her own confusion and the love of her life was laying in a bed in the Hospital Wing. Drying her feet hastily and trying to put her shoes back on, Ginny made her way back to the castle when she saw a large form bounding from the gates along the path to the castle. Ginny smiled when she recognised the gigantic form and hairy face of Hagrid. Running to catch up with the giant, which was a mean feat as Hagrid seemed to be galloping up to the castle as though his life depended on it, even with his limp, Ginny finally caught up with him when he reached the heavy doors.

"Hagrid!"

Turning and glancing down, Hagrid smiled blankly down at Ginny as though he too had just woke from a daydream, "Ginny, what are you 'ere for?"

"What do you mean Hagrid? Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Hagrid frowned. Taking in Ginny's shocked appearance, Hagrid grinned again, his large beetle eyes twinkling. "I know. Come on, I wanna see 'im before 'e starts wonderin' where I am."

Ginny was about to reply to Hagrid that Harry wouldn't even be able to recognise his own reflection let alone Hagrid but decided not to, following quickly behind him. Within no time they both reached the Hospital Wing to find it even more crowded then had before. Ginny hadn't even realised that the rest of her family had arrived as well as Neville and Luna. Ginny walked apprendively back to the bed where everyone was crowded around and smiled appolgicely back at Harry who seemed to be throwing her a look that plainly was asking her to get him out of this room. The only person who wasn't crowded around Harry's bed and trying to ask him questions was Charlie, who seemed confounded as he babbled his way through introducing himself to the woman who had been trying to rest in the bed next to Harry's. Ginny couldn't help but giggle as she heard her brother call himself Warlie Cheasley. After a rather dirty look from Charlie, Ginny made her way to Hermione who was sitting in an armchair a few feet away from the crowd.

"It's weird having him here, isn't it?" Hermione spoke lightly. "It still doesn't feel real."

Nodding, Ginny turned as she watched Madam Pomfrey shoo the crowd away from Harry as he now seemed to be looking panicky. "Tell me about it, but as weird as it is, he's here."

"This will be difficult though, helping him remember his life and all the pain that was involved in it."

Ginny didn't answer, she had not thought about this, she just watched idly as her mother was now lecturing George for letting off several wet start fireworks which were fizzing through the air in a blaze of colour.

"I guess we could start helping him remember the better memories then we will worry about the more painful ones as they arrive." Hermione then turned suddenly towards Ginny and grabbed her forcefully by the arm. "Merlin, we shouldn't have gotten married. Why did we have to be so hasty? I mean he could of been there, why did we have to be so selfish?" Hermione then paused and clutched her protruded belly and grimaced.

"Hermione, are you OK?" Ginny asked rather louder than she was hoping for, causing both Ron and Molly to rush up to Hermione.

"I'm fine."

"Was it a Hickston Bracks?" Ron asked concerned.

"Braxton Hicks and yes Ron, it was." Hermione groaned. "I think I should go back to the Burrow."

Nodding, Ron helped his wife up from her seat and made for the door, giving Harry one smile of reassurance as they left the room.

"I think the rest of the Weasley's should also get back." Molly called to the family. "We'll be back soon though, Harry. Ginny, are you coming?"

Taking one quick look at Harry, Ginny shook her head. "I think I might stay here for a moment, if that's OK with you, mum."

"Of course dear, take your time. I'll have lunch waiting for you when you get back." Molly called back before ushering the rest of the family out. Charlie seemed to pause before leaving, showing the red haired Auror a dazzling smile while his mother pushed him forcefully across the small of his back.

The room seemed oddly larger without the large mob of Weasley's taking up every corner of the Hospital Wing, even with Hagrid's gigantic bulk, though Harry's face still seemed to have a rather panicky look across it. Ginny couldn't figure out whether this was because of Hagrid's whole being or because of Luna's rather obsessive rantings about purple fire wozbungers that she was planning on looking for with Rolf. Ginny took up a seat to Harry's right and listened to her friend who seemed completely unfazed that Harry had dramatically risen from the dead. When asked by Professor McGonagall to keep this feat from her father, in fear of the news escaping to the media, at least for a couple of days, Luna just shrugged then rolled her eyes at the mention of the Quibbler, answering that there wouldn't be enough room in this week's issue due to the fact that there would be a rather revealing article about the New Head of the Auror's office obsession with the culling of Diricawls while overseas in Mauritius. Ginny kept quiet for most of this time as the rest of them babbled happily to Harry, she seemed just content to be in his presence.

It took another half an hour before Neville and Luna left and an extra twenty minutes before Hagrid was directed out of the room by Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall and Briohny. Only Ginny was allowed to stay as Harry had asked for her to keep him company when Briohny was finally able to rest. Harry rested his head upon his arm and smiled across at Ginny.

"So, tell me about yourself?" Harry asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know about yourself?" Ginny replied.

"No, I'm already sick of hearing about this Harry Potter 'Champion of the World' character. Tell me your deal."

"What would you like to know?" Ginny asked with a slight tweak of her lips.

Harry raised an eyebrow as if thinking then scooted closer to her, "Hmm, Ok I have one. Where do you fit in the scheme of everything? I mean I know your part of that red haired family, Weasley's right, but that's it."

"Yeah I'm a Weasley." grinned Ginny. "I'm the youngest of seven and the only girl."

"What else?" Harry asked.

"Not much else unless really except for the fact that I work with Dragons in Romania with my brother Charlie."

"Dragons, really? That's amazing."

Shrugging, Ginny smiled before reaching up and grabbing her tied up hair, "It's not bad, I like it anyhow. Charlie's taught me a lot about handling dragons but every day there seems to be something new I'll learn."

"Charlie? Was that the one with all the scars on his face or the muscely guy that was chatting up Briohny?" Harry asked.

Laughing, Ginny looked at the resting form of Briohny, "The one that was chatting up Briohny. When I get a chance I plan to give him a hard time about that too. He seemed so smittened by her."

Harry let out a small laugh before glancing down at Ginny's hands which had started to ring her hair in an unconfident way. He then looked up slightly then turned his head suddenly with quick turn. "What about that pregnant bushy haired woman? Who is she with? She's not my -"

"Your what?"

"Umm, she and I aren't together or anything because the thought of becoming a parent with a woman I don't know is scary." Harry voice seemed to break slightly while he said this.

"What makes you think that?" Ginny replied more aggressively then she was supposed to.

"Nothing, it just she seemed rather freaked out about seeing me here." Harry answered, feeling even more foolish with every word.

"Do you blame her? I mean how many times do you find your best friend who you thought was dead, alive, sitting on a bed?"

Harry let out a large sigh and smiled, "So, me and her aren't - that's good right?"

"Depends, you weren't -" Ginny paused and furrowed her brow, "interested in Hermione, were you?"

"Definitely not." Harry said now smiling gratefully. "Not that there was anything wrong with her!" he added.

"Good - I mean Ron wouldn't be very impressed if you were interested."

"One of your brothers? The one that was going on about some game called Quick-itch and the Chubby Cabins, whatever that is."

"Yeah, him. Ron and Hermione are married. They were your two best friends before." Ginny said, feeling strangely weird about telling Harry about his own best friends.

Harry looked to the side as if trying to remember something. "And where do you fit into everything? Were you another one of my best friends?"

Feeling her eyes well up with tears once again, Ginny turned her head to compose herself before smiled kindly back at Harry. "I - I was one of your close friends, yes."

"Oh, OK then" Harry replied with a tone of disappointment to his voice.

All Ginny wanted to do was to tell Harry about them but she knew he at least had to understand the basics before she ever explained anything of their relationship. She knew that it would have been too much information to be able to digest in one day.

"So, I was gone for how long? No one's truly cleared that up, they've skirted around it." Harry asked with a semi casual voice.

Ginny looked out of the window where the vibrant light was still pouring in. "It's been seven years today."

"Right." Harry said automatically, his brow furrowed in thought, "And how did I disappear?"

"OK Miss Weasley, I think it's time that you went home for a little while, Harry needs his rest." Madam Pomfrey bustled in, trying to usher Ginny out.

"You will be back, won't you?" Harry asked pleadingly, "I mean I feel comfortable talking with you, even if you did try and attack me as soon as you saw me."

Grinning widely now, Ginny replied. "I might visit the 'Champion of the World' again, if he will have me?"

"Only if you tell me more about yourself. I want to remember everything." Harry grinned before lying back on his bed again.

So sorry for the break... I didn't have a computer that was functioning for ages so I had to wait... am so glad I did back all my info, including my writings, on a USB thingy...

Anyhow, will post more again... very, very soon...

Zoe