A few days after I was checked into St. Mungo's, I discovered that there was going to be a memorial ceremony at Hogwarts for the people who lost their lives during the wars. The healers were hesitant about letting me attend, but in the end I was able to go. The memorial started with eulogies.

"As many of you know, I am Minerva McGonagall, head mistress of Hogwarts." A tall, strict looking lady stood at the front of the group. "Over the years, we lost many loved ones. All of them died fighting for something they believed in: friendship, family, freedom, and of course, love." She donned a nostalgic expression. McGonagall continued her speech by talking about the courage and sacrifice of the people involved in the war. Many of the people in the audience had tears in their eyes, including me. The elderly teacher concluded her speech with a line that stuck with me through out the entire ceremony, "Although we may not see them, they will always be with us in our memories and our hearts."

When she returned to her seat, a tall black man stood up and took McGonagall's place. The man's gold hoop earring caught my attention immediately, and I wondered what his name was and if I had ever known him. "I guess I should follow Minerva's lead, and introduce myself. I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt and amazingly enough, the Minister of Magic." Unfortunately, his name meant nothing to me.

About ten people later, a short blonde lady stood up. "My name is Elizabeth Creevy. Both of my children," she gave a small sob, and stopped talking.

"It's okay, mum." A teary-eyed boy from the audience called out.

"Thanks honey." Elizabeth tried to dry her eyes and start again, "My boys were at Hogwarts during the Final Battle. Collin, my eldest, was lost during the fight. He was in his sixth year, and wanted to be a photographer for the Daily Prophet. When Collin got his first Hogwarts' letter, he was scared about going, but his father talked him into giving it a try. I remember him writing to me about all of his classes, finally getting to meet Harry Potter," She smiled at Harry, "and his new friends." This time she looked at me. I knew her son? "Collin told me he had become friends with this first year girl in Gryffindor named Ginny. When he came home for Winter Break, he couldn't stop talking about her. His father teased him unmercifully about having a crush on her." Elizabeth smiled at the memory, "Later on in confidence, Collin told me that the girl was his reason for liking Hogwarts. She gave him courage." She gave me a small smile, and then turned away as a frown graced her face. "This last summer I begged him not to go to Hogwarts, or at least if he went to keep his head down. He told me, 'Mum, if there is a fight, I'm going to be part of it. I have to, they'll need help.' At first, I was upset and angry at him for saying he would put himself in danger, but truthfully, I couldn't have been more proud of him."

Towards the end of the memorial, Professor McGonagall took the stage and asked if anyone else would like to give a speech. She looked at Harry, and he stood up. His speech was beautiful from what I could tell, but I couldn't comprehend it. My thoughts were solely focused on Collin. We must have been good friends.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" A boy in front of me asked.

"Nothing, Collin." I said angrily.

"You have been acting strange lately. You haven't been yourself," Collin said concerned.

"Leave me alone," I replied and stomped away. I hurried quickly to the library and pulled out a black diary.

I started writing:

'Tom, are you there?'

'What is it, darling?' A neat cursive appeared below my words.

'Collin told me that I have been acting weird.' I wrote messily, 'I haven't been acting weird. A bit tired, I guess, but that's just because we have had a lot of homework the last couple of days.'

'Homework can be tiring,' was the reply.

'I should probably stop writing to you, and work on my essay for potions. Professor Snape wants it 2 feet long and I only have six inches.' I looked at the clock; it read 1:34 P.M.

'Don't you want to talk to me?' The book wrote suggestively. I really didn't want to do my homework.

'Yes, I did.' Suddenly, I blacked out.

I woke up in the third floor corridor, and next to me was Collin. He wasn't moving, 'Collin?' I shook him. Again, he didn't respond. 'Collin, answer me. Wake up!' I was starting to get worried. Why wasn't he waking up? Why are we on the third floor? I tried to think, but I could only remember writing to Tom. I heard ticking and found a clock on the wall: 12:56 A.M. Where did the last eleven hours go? 'Collin, wake up!' I screamed at my friend. He didn't move, and I noticed he was stiff. It was like he had been hit by a petrifying spell. I scrambled to my feet and realized my clothes were ripped. A voice, I recognized as Filch, was coming from further down the hallway. I grabbed Collin's arm and tried to move him, but I didn't have any strength. I slumped back to the floor. Filch's footsteps were now echoing through the corridor.

'Who is there?' Filch called.

'Oh, help! He won't wake up.' Maybe he can help, I thought.

I heard hurried steps and Filch stood in front of me. He stared at Collin and me, 'I'll get the Headmaster.' He left quickly and when he returned, I hadn't moved from my spot on the floor.

I heard a small gasp, 'Oh, my!' I looked up and saw Professor McGonagall.

'He's petrified, Minerva.' Filch told McGonagall. 'She was here, when I found him,' he pointed to me.

McGonagall finally seemed to notice I was sitting there, 'Come with me,' she commanded, 'Argus, go get Madame Pompfrey.' I shakily got to my feet, and followed her to Professor Dumbledore's office. 'Lemon drop,' she said to the gargoyle and it moved. 'Professor Dumbledore will be there in a minute. Go wait in his office.'

I walked up the steps and into the Headmaster's office. I dropped into an armchair, but I couldn't stay seated, so I began wandering around. The sorting hat was sitting on top of a bookshelf, 'Watch where you are going.' Startled, I jumped back and ran into a side table. The side table fell over and everything dumped out of its drawer. 'I told you, and now you have made a mess.' The hat informed me.

'Oh, crap,' I grabbed the table and stood it up right. On the floor, there was a gold necklace lying on top of all the papers that had fallen out of the drawer. I picked it up and looked at it. The necklace had an hourglass in the center, and I watched captivated as little pieces of sand fell from the top part of the hourglass to the bottom.

'It's a time-turner.' Dumbledore said from behind me.

'I'm sorry, sir. I knocked over the table and it went flying out.'

'It's quiet all right.' He said a spell and all the papers went back into the drawer. Suddenly, I remembered why I was in his office, and I put the time-turner on top of the table.

'Professor McGonagall told me to wait in here.' Dumbledore nodded.

'Yes, we had to move Mr. Creevy to the infirmary.'

'Will he be okay, sir?' I asked worried.

'He is petrified, but he will be all right.' I nodded numbly, taking in the information. 'Now, can you tell me what happened?'

I thought for a while, but I had no clue how we had ended up there. 'I don't know what happened. I just remember being in the library and then, waking up in the hallway.' I yawned and realized I was extremely exhausted.

'Hmm, how unfortunate,' he said cryptically. 'It is late, and you must be tired. Good night,' Dumbledore said dismissing me.

I ran to the Gryffindor common room. My book bag was sitting on top of the couch. 'I should tell Tom; He might know what happened?'

I pulled the diary out:

'Tom!'

'Yes?' The words appeared with a slight hiss.

I told him everything that had happened excluding the time-turner. For some reason, I wanted to keep it to myself. 'I don't know what happened to Collin and me. I can't even remember what I did for the last twelve hours.'

Tom kept silent for several seconds, but then said, 'Didn't Collin and you have a fight earlier?' I shivered uncomfortably.

I jumped as I left the scene and zoned back into my surroundings. Harry was just finishing his eulogy. "Even though so many lives ended, so many lives began. Dumbledore once told me that there need to be more love in the world, and I would like to end this speech by asking the love of my life to marry me. Ginny," I looked up at him, and noticed everyone in the audience was watching me. "Will you marry me?"

I stared at him in shock and did the only thing I could think of at the time. I ran. My feet followed my previous trip I had taken through my memory, and I ended up in front of the gargoyle. "Lemon drop," I said breathlessly. The gargoyle moved out of the way.

The room was exactly as it had been in my flashback. "Watch where you are going," the hat said, and startled, I jumped back and ran into a side table. The side table fell over and everything dumped out of its drawer. "I told you so, and now you have made a mess." The hat informed me. I had a feeling of déjà vu, and I moved the side table. Below it was the time-turner.

"How better to regain my memories than to relive them," I said unexpectedly. I watched the grains of sand fall. "Wish me luck," I told the sorting hat. Carefully, I flipped the hourglass over and my surroundings blurred away.