A/N: GOOD NEWS! I just finished writing this fic today! I started writing it a little over a year ago and this was just meant to be a side-WIP so... Anyway there will be 35 chapters and it will total 138K words. I do still need to do editing on those last chapters but the big work is done, which is very exciting.

These are the update dates:
Thursday, 23 May 2024 Chapter 32
Thursday, 20 June 2024 Chapter 33
Thursday, 4 July 2024 Chapter 34
Thursday, 18 July 2024 Chapter 35

Ginny helped Harry take down the last boxes from the attic until all eight remaining were in the living room. These were the boxes they had to sort through and then check if Harry had memories for it. He had finally taught her the spell and how to best go about it, so he did not have to do it alone.

Harry joined her downstairs as the last box landed on the floor with a soft thud.

"I know you want to fix all these memories, but do you ever still meddle with it?" she asked him earnestly.

He walked to the first box and opened it. "No, I am afraid I would forget you."

Ginny was taken aback by the casualty of his statement. "Harry?"

He looked up at her, holding some kind of decorative bowl. "Yes?" he asked innocently.

"That is the one thing you're afraid of?" she asked softly. She walked closer to him.

"Yeah." He gazed up at her as she came closer. "You're… you're important to me."

She blinked quickly.

"Surely you know that," he continued, reaching for her hand.

She squeezed his hand and knelt down. She kissed his cheek.

"When I met you is actually when I stopped meddling with it at all," he admitted. "I had other things to focus on." He smiled at her. "And then when I had some distance, I decided to stop altogether." He pulled her against him. "Obliviating you gave me a different perspective, especially when I started falling for you."

She frowned at him. "What do you mean?"

"At first, obliviating you seemed insignificant. We wanted to move on from that moment, but in hindsight, it was a very important moment." He fiddled with the flap of the cardboard box. "There are perhaps moments I deemed unimportant and painful, that I'll come to see in a different light someday. I need to remember them to be able to do that."

"I am still glad you gave that memory back when you did," she told him. She kissed his cheek again. "Let's start. If you need a moment, you just need to say."

Ginny started looking through the things he handed her. Photo books in one pile, loose photos she thought were nice she set aside to be framed. Other items she sorted based on whether Harry wanted to keep it or not.

Harry handed her a photo. "This one. Can you try?"

On the photo was a five-year-old Harry in what seemed to be an amusement park. He was hugged by his parents, all smiling widely. Ginny wondered why even the happiest of memories were obliviated. He must have been hurting a lot.

She took her wand up and concentrated on the photo and then focused on him. She did the first spell, checking if there was a memory lock on it. There was, so she prepared to restore the memory.

"Finite memoriosera, retinentia."

Harry's eyes glazed over for a moment and then he blinked. "There it is."

"Alright?"

He nodded. "Yes." He smiled at her and handed her something else while he picked up the photo again. He stared at it for a long moment and then put it on the pile with photos to frame.

They made slow progress, but by lunchtime nearly half of the boxes had been sorted through and a dozen memories had been recovered. Harry seemed to be holding up well. Suddenly he shot up.

Ginny listened as he rummaged around in his office and then came back. He handed a piece of paper to her.

"What this?" she asked as she glanced over it.

He sighed. "Those are the last few I did before I started using vials, at that point I was writing them down. The crossed-out ones I did, the other I didn't feel ready for."

She met his gaze. "And you do now?"

"I think so." He settled down beside her.

She read down the list. "First day of elementary school. Sirius' speech at your parents' funeral… If I have no photos it may be more difficult."

"If you don't manage I can try on my own, it's just easier if you do it." He wrapped his arms around his knees.

"Do I pace them or rapid fire?" she asked after one photo book resulted in a rapid fire of spells.

He frowned. "Rapid fire please."

"Alright." She took her time to check if there were memory locks for all, and then she focused on the first. She undid the memory lock and then glanced down to the second as Harry recovered. She did this four more times.

Harry's head dropped onto his knees, his hands tensing. She kissed the side of his head. He adjusted his position and she pulled him into her arms. Softly she brushed her hands through his hair.

His head turned towards her, his lips seeking hers and she kissed him softly.

"You're okay," she murmured.

"Now I know why I erased Sirius' speech," he whispered. A tear dropped down his cheek. "It was beautiful."

She took a deep breath. "Oh, sweetheart." She held him closer. "The pain you've gone through on your own for so long. I wish I had met you sooner."

He shook his head. "I don't think I was ready to meet you."

"I was," she replied softly. She kissed his temple. "I'll get started on lunch and then we'll see how the afternoon is looking."

Ginny asked Harry if he wanted to continue but he insisted on it. Ginny washed the bowls they found in the boxes and added them to a shelf in the kitchen.

They settled into a rhythm again in the afternoon and found a few more things to restore the memory of. Ginny worked as long as he was okay, but he continued to be determined to push through.

Harry paused and then handed her a photo book from before he was born. Ginny looked at him warily.

"I think this is it, the broad spell I put on myself," Harry told her. "I don't have many memories from things they told me of their life before me. This one may be tricky."

Ginny looked through the book. There were photos of his parents together with a group of friends in a pub, them buying their first home and one of them asking Sirius to be godfather. It continued like that, highlights of their life. The last photo was of a newborn Harry.

"So this should unlock in one go?" she asked.

He nodded. "I think so. I've been trying to find it for so long but… I'm now quite sure this will be it. I vaguely remember how I felt around that time."

It took Ginny a moment to even find the memory lock. She knew he could not have done this on his own, it took so much effort to even do the spell. All combined it was much too challenging. She kissed him and told him to brace himself.

"Finite memoriosera, retinentia."

She knew it worked immediately by his expression. His eyes flitted around for a moment as if he was trying to sift through the memories. He picked the book back up and thumbed through it. A sob left his throat.

"How could I do this to myself? How could I forget?"

She sat beside him. "You were in pain."

In the last photo, James stepped into the frame and kissed Harry on his head, and Lily beamed at her husband.

"I didn't only forget the anecdotes, but also the way they talked about it and would reminisce about old times and the way Sirius would talk about my parents." He looked up at her.

"I've got you," she assured him. She rubbed his back. "This is the hard part."

Harry's shoulders heaved. His arms wrapped around her. She wished she could hold him better.

"Your animagus may help," she suggested gently. Emotions felt different in that shape. "I'll hold you."

Harry morphed into his cat shape almost immediately and settled down in her lap. She cradled him with her arms. She softly stroked his head between his ears until she heard his soft purr. She carefully picked him up and held him against her. He tucked his head against her neck. She pressed her nose into his fur. She held him until he moved.

He looked up at her and then licked her cheek.

"That tickles," she chuckled. "Better?"

He nodded and climbed out of her arms. A moment later he morphed back into himself. He pulled her into his lap in turn and she straddled his lap, holding him tightly.

"I am glad I finally found it," he muttered. "I knew this was going to be hard. Thank you for being here with me."

"I love you," she said. Her hand cupped his cheek. "I want to be there for the good and the bad parts, all of it." She kissed him. "Do you want to stop?"

"No. We are so close, we need to keep going. I don't want to be tortured anymore by all of this. I want to live and be happy." He looked at the remaining two boxes. "Let's keep going."

"Alright, whenever you're ready."

An hour later the last two boxes were empty and sorted. Ginny picked up her wand another time. She checked Harry for memory locks.

"All done," she said, a little surprised too. "You have all your memories back."

He let out a huge sigh of relief. "I'm finally done." He smiled at her. "We've finally done it."

"You've done it." Her hand squeezed his knee. "I'm so proud of you."

"I couldn't have done it without you." He kissed her again. "Thank you."

She kept her face close to his. "It is the least I can do after almost killing you."

"I think you've made up for that already," he responded. His hand ran through her hair. "You are a bit of a whirlwind in my life, but a good one."

"I try to be."

Harry sneaked up on her and wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her neck. She leaned into him and let him make a trail down with his lips. Then she turned around to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him slowly as his hands disappeared under her shirt.

"Ginny?" he asked her.

She didn't let him finish the rest of the question. "Yes, of course."

He hummed in reply and then his hands continued. Then he knelt down and his mouth joined his hands and he kissed his way up as he pushed the shirt further up. Then he pulled it over her head. He played with the straps of her bra for a moment, running his fingers under it. He was paying close attention to everything he did and how she reacted.

His hand came to her back and unclipped her bra, then pulled it off her. He put his mouth around one nipple and sucked softly. His hands worked on the zipper of her jeans. He pushed them down together with her underwear. He kissed her hipbone and one of his hands caressed her thigh.

Her hand reached out and pulled on his shirt. He let her pull it off and then he stood up. He picked her up and she put her legs around his waist. She kissed his neck as he walked them to their bed.

"You're being particularly patient," he noted as he placed her on the bed.

Her hand ran down his back. "Thought you'd earned it tonight."

His gaze softened and then he leaned back into her. Her hand ducked into the back of his jeans and teased the skin right above his underwear.

"Do you want to take that off?"

She nodded silently. He moved back onto his knees. She kissed him and then opened his jeans and pulled them down, leaving his underwear on. She bent down and placed her mouth over his cock through the fabric and then let her tongue run along it.

He cursed softly. She leaned back and met his eyes.

"Should I do that without your underwear on?" she teased.

He shook his head and guided her to sit up. "No, I want to last long enough."

"Fine," she conceded.

She helped him pull his underwear off and then ordered him to lie down on the bed. She sat on top of him. She gently guided his cock inside of her. His hands slipped up her side, fingers teasing.

She started moving her hips and Harry sighed softly. She moaned softly as she rode him. He carded his fingers through her hair. She took it slow, knowing he liked to take his time.

Eventually, Harry flipped them around. He kissed her for a long moment before he entered her again. He kept her slow and steady rhythm going and their bodies tucked close together. She came seconds before him, and he followed with a muted moan.

She pulled him closer and kissed him. "I love you," she whispered against his lips.

He pulled out and settled beside her, immediately pulling her into his arms. "I love you too."

She stroked his cheek for a long moment. "I got you Sleeping Draught for tonight if you need it."

"Thank you," he whispered. "I'll try without first."

"Okay," she agreed. She nuzzled against him. "How are you holding up?"

He let out a small sigh. His fingers played with her hand in the limited space between them. "I miss them, more than I have in a long time, but in a good way, I think. I know what to miss again."

She nodded. "That makes sense, I guess."

"I know you think it is a given, but I can't express enough what it means to me that you're here supporting me." He locked eyes with her. "You help me move forward."

She pressed a kiss against his cheek. "I'll always support you. I'm not going anywhere."

Ginny woke up late. She looked over at the night table to find the Sleeping Draught untouched and she knew he had slept quite long as well, so this was reassuring. He was downstairs making breakfast.

She was almost done dressing when the doorbell rang. She listened as Harry walked to the door and opened it.

"Remus!" he let out.

"Hi, Harry," the man's voice came. "I got your letter yesterday. I suppose it is time we talked."

Ginny finished dressing and then went downstairs. The two men were in the kitchen and looked up when she entered. She walked up to Harry and he pressed a kiss against her hair.

"Morning," he mumbled.

"You must be Ginny Weasley," Remus said, politely holding out his hand for her to shake.

She shook it with a smile. "And you must be Remus."

He seemed surprised she knew that. "Yes, I am." He blinked for a moment. "I understand you helped Harry recover the last of his memories."

"I just waved my wand a few times," she said. She put her hand on Harry's back. "The rest was all him." She smiled at him.

He shook her head. "You are downplaying your bigger part in this."

Remus looked between them. "I am glad, it hurt me to see you do that to yourself." His eyebrows knotted together. "You're the only other person who knew them as well as I did and… I couldn't understand how you could want to forget them."

Ginny remained silent. It appeared there was more to Remus' disappearance than Harry had let on.

"I didn't want to forget them," Harry said softly. He fidgeted with the tea bag in his mug. "I didn't know how to deal with the grief, and I went about it the wrong way."

Remus nodded. "I understand, I really do, but I couldn't stand to see you hurt yourself like that."

Harry pressed his lips together.

Ginny smiled towards Remus. "Harry told me you have a kid?"

"Oh, yes!" He immediately dove into his pocket and slid the picture across the counter.

A happy toddler was dancing with his mother behind him. He was sporting blue hair and waving his fists.

"He's a metamorphmagus like his mother," Remus said fondly at the blue hair.

Harry looked at the photo for a long moment. "He's adorable."

"You should meet him sometime," Remus said carefully. "You are his godfather after all."

Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really?"

"If you're still up for it," Remus said fondly. "James and Lily would've liked that."

Ginny watched Harry swallow hard as he looked back down at the picture. Then he nodded.

"Yeah, of course."

Ginny squeezed his arm reassuringly. "He looks like a sweet boy. What's his name?"

"Teddy," Remus said. "After his grandfather, who he unfortunately didn't get to meet."

"I'm sorry." Harry slid the photo back.

Remus shook his head. "I have five thousand photos of that boy. You can keep this one."

Ginny took it and put it up on the fridge with a magnet.

"So, you and Ginny."

Harry chuckled. "Yeah. But not as long as the papers have been writing about us."

"Really?" Remus looked surprised.

"When he caught me, they wanted to spin a story. We pretended but…" She smiled at Harry. "It turned real in the end."

Remus nodded. "A redhead?"

"Don't," Harry warned with a smile. "I don't know how that happened."

"It's a Potter thing," Remus said with a shrug.

Harry glanced at Ginny. "Her appeal came mainly from her Quidditch at first. I'm sure you've seen the reports."

Remus nodded. "Very impressive. Now make me some tea and tell me all about you two."

Ginny winked at Harry and turned to the kettle to boil more water. Harry asked Remus if he wanted breakfast, which he declined. Ginny was determined to get along with Remus, it seemed to be the one person that connected Harry to his past.

"Remus, I also want to know what Harry was like when he was younger," Ginny told him. "He doesn't tell me a thing!"

Remus smiled at her. "What do you want to know?"

The two of them settled on the couch and started chatting. Harry watched them from the kitchen a moment longer. He brought over a bowl of food for Ginny and then settled down in the vacant chair, and watched them talk. Ginny smiled at him and then turned her attention back to Remus.