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"Harry? Harry, come on! Wake up!"

Ginny's voice washed over him, lighting up the darkness he had fallen into. Before he opened his eyes he felt her push something into his mouth. As soon as it touched his tongue he tasted sugar.

A glucose tablet, she must think that his blood sugar had dropped too low.

Now that he had the Police Memories he knew the other major difference in this world, he was a Type 1 Diabetic.

As the tablet dissolved Harry finally found the strength to open his eyes. Ginny's face, full of worry, was hovering over his. As soon as she saw his eyes open she smiled and visibly relaxed.

"Thank God you're alright. They're overworking you, aren't they? You aren't getting enough time to eat during your shift, are you? Do I need to call Black again?"

Harry slowly sat up as he shook his head gently, he had a raging headache. "No, don't call him. I forgot to eat last night; I was trying to get your anniversary gift ready." This was the truth, now that he had the Police Memories he knew everything, including the fact that he'd rushed across London to pick up a painting from Dean Thomas. It was hidden under the bed now, still wrapped in brown paper.

"Harry…" Ginny shook her head as she gave him a small glare, "what's the use of a gift if I lose you in the process. Please, take care of yourself."

"Ginny, it's alright. I've been diabetic for seven years now. I know how to take care of myself." Harry argued as he carefully stood up, making sure to hold onto the dresser in case his legs gave out.

"Hmph, if that's true than you wouldn't collapse from low blood sugar. Honestly, it's like you don't even care about your health." Despite the harsh words, her tone was gentle as she helped him down the hall to the parlor. She helped him onto the couch and then told him to wait while she brought him some food.

While he waited he examined the watch more closely. On one side of it was a blue piece of metal that was bolted onto the watch. It listed him as diabetic and insulin reliant. No wonder Ginny had reminded him to go put it on.

That little blue piece of metal had saved his life three years earlier, when he'd collapsed on the Underground.

A thought crossed his mind: the watch had sort of saved his life in this world, just like the necklace had in his Soccer Memories. Was that important?

Harry was interrupted from his musings by Ginny bringing him a ham and cheese sandwich as they heard a knock on the door.

A moment later his parents walked through the doorway, with the Weasleys right behind them.

It was all Harry could do not to leap off the couch and hug them. Tears still sprang to his eyes at the sight of them alive and across the room from him. Trying to hide this, he took a big bite of his sandwich.

He never really remembered the next hour very well. Just random images of his father laughing at some joke Mr. Weasley made or his mother giving him a loving smile as she passed him a platter of sandwiches. There was another image of his mother and Mrs. Weasley planning with Ginny about how to decorate the baby room.

Sure, he had memories of growing up with his parents, but it wasn't the same as seeing them now, right here in front of him. Memories were dull and muted compared to the now.

"Harry, have you gotten any more news on that promotion?" His father asked him after the plates had been cleaned up and coffee poured.

"Well, Ron and I put our papers in, but it's not looking good. Black seems loath to part with us, I think he might not give a good recommendation, just so he doesn't lose us." Harry said quite honestly, pulling up memories of a meeting from two nights ago.

His father growled, "If Sirius does that I'm going to have some words with him."

His mother reached over and put a gentle hand on his arm, "James, Harry's grown; he doesn't need you to fight his battles for him."

Harry had to repress a grin as his father scowled and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. Seeing his father angry about not being able to help him – it was amazing.

"Don't worry James; Sirius will eventually have to let them move up the ranks. He knows that Harry will need a larger income with a little one on the way." Mr. Weasley said optimistically.

Ginny and Harry shared a look, her father was much too willing to see the world through rose-tinted glasses.

The conversation moved on to talk about the incoming baby. Harry was having trouble believing that he was going to be a father in three months. Despite the memories of living with Ginny for eight years now and being married to her for seven, it still felt like he had just married her yesterday.

Which, in a way, he had.

Once their parents were gone Ginny went off to shower and change. All Harry had told her was that they were going somewhere nice. Harry grinned at the elaborate plan in his Police Memories. He really surprised himself sometimes.

The two of them left the apartment, but when they reached the street Harry told Ginny that he left his diabetic bag upstairs. Leaving her behind, he raced upstairs, pulled the painting out, set it on a chair so that she'd see it as soon as she walked in, grabbed his bag, and was back on the street in under three minutes.

Ginny eyed him suspiciously for a moment before taking his hand. As the two of them walked down the street to the bus station Harry couldn't help but feel pure joy running through him. Despite waking up in another world, stuffing seventy-three years of memories into his brain, and then finding out he ws diabetic, it had been a wonderful day.

Finding out he was going to be a father soon, spending an afternoon with his parents, and now this – a wonderful date with the woman he loved – had definitely trumped all of the bad things.

The two of them ate dinner at the café on the river that he had so enjoyed in his Soccer Memories. Apparently he had enjoyed it in his Police Memories also. The only difference this time was when he had to check his blood sugar before hand and give himself insulin before he ate. Other than that, it was perfect and wonderful.

Afterwards, when they were walking back to the bus spot, Harry acted on pure instinct. He pulled Ginny into the darkened doorway of a shop and began kissing her senseless. She let out a squeak of surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him as good as she got.

They hadn't done this for years in his Police Memories.

As he had looked over the Police Memories he had realized something, their relationship here had no passion. Harry wanted to fix that tonight, and this was probably the best way.

When they finally came up for air Ginny gave him a curious look, "You've been different today. Why?"

Carefully, Harry gave a light chuckle, "Can't a man kiss his wife without raising suspicion?" When she opened her mouth to answer he swooped in and kissed her again. She let out a moan as his hands began exploring her body.

When they broke apart again there was only one thing on Harry's mind and Ginny seemed to be thinking the same thing. "I think we need to get home, now."

Harry didn't say a word he just took her hand and began walking to the bus stop as fast as he thought she could handle.

In his opinion, it took much too long to reach their apartment. Just for fun, and because she was walking too slowly for his liking, he picked her up once they got inside the building and carried her up the stairs to the third floor.

When they got inside he put her down where she'd see the painting once he turned the lights on.

"Harry, that's beautiful!" Ginny said excitedly as soon as the light went on and she saw the painting.

It really was beautiful. Dean had painted a field of wildflowers that looked suspiciously like one of the fields near her parent's house, but that wasn't the main part of the painting. The main part was the gorgeous sunset. The sky took up over two thirds of the painting and it was awe-inspiring.

The Police Memories part of Harry had been lucky to stumble across him painting in a park one day. The Magic Memories part, on the other hand, couldn't believe that his old dormmate from Hogwarts was capable of creating such beauty, despite his ability to create great Quidditch banners.

"Happy Anniversary," Harry said softly as he planted a gentle kiss on Ginny's forehead.

Ginny looked up at him, a mischievous look in her eyes. She gave him a quick grin before dragging him down the hall to the bedroom.

That night, in a way, Harry got the wedding night that had been stolen from him by Romilda Vane. Sure, it was different, after all Ginny was different and so was he, but still, it was special and more amazing than he could have ever dreamed.

As he drifted off to sleep that night the only thought on his mind was how much he loved Ginny. He'd worry about finding Snape tomorrow.

Author's Note: So, this chapter was difficult to write, maybe because it's been a week since I wrote the last one. Still, I got it written and I think it turned out pretty well. My first week of student teaching went so well. I spent Monday learning the ropes and helping her plan (teacher work day) and Tues-Thur just observing her and getting to know the students. Then, on Friday, she was out sick (she had to get antibiotics and a shot) and I basically did everything all day, despite the substitute there. The substitute even left a note saying that I was amazing, didn't even need her, and a natural :D I'm so happy about that! :)

Thank you everyone for reading and especially reviewing the last chapter. Fifteen of you reviewed and I believe I responded to each of you (except brattpapita because she doesn't have an account).

Oh, I have another Harry Potter fanon story now. It's a SnapexHermione one-shot. I'm not really a fan of that pairing, but I wrote it as a birthday gift for nicluvly. It's entitled "Sharing Love and Pain" if you're interested.

Ok, next chapter will be up next Sunday.

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