"What's your name?" she asked him. Harry straightened up and rubbed his head, blood coming off on his fingers.

He winced and shook his head lightly, "M-My name..." he looked to Elizabeth and immediately realized how fleetingly beautiful she was. She smiled lightly and Harry shook his head, "I-I don't know..."

The memory changed...He couldn't take in the surroundings in time. The only thing Harry heard before bolting awake was the distance sentence, "I know pronounce you husband and wife..."

Harry immediately sat up, panting. He looked to Elizabeth, still sleeping as if nothing was wrong. Harry threw his legs over the edge of the bed and took his head into his hands.

The front yard was beautiful, overflowing with flowers. Harry reached for the gate, closing off the front yard, and pushed it open. As he took his first step inside, he stopped and held onto the post as another memory took his consciousness. "Can I look yet?" a red headed woman was asking with a giggle in a beautiful, white wedding dress. Harry whispered, his hands covering his wife's.

"And why not?!" Harry asked quickly, making her look at him, his emerald eyes showing all of his emotion has he gazed to her. Elizabeth closed her eyes as they swelled with tears and she shook her head, "You just can't, Harry! All right? You just can't! I can't have you love me i-if you're married. You loved a different woman before me. You wouldn't even love me at all you hadn't gotten amnesia! You're twenty-one! And you've been married for two years already! Doesn't that show that you loved this woman so very much?" "Elizabeth, please..." Harry whispered.

Ginny drew out her wand and Harry blinked in fright, taking a step back, "What the bloody hell are you doing?!" "We're going to duel. Disarm me." Ginny said, shrugging her shoulders. Harry wrinkled his nose in confusion and pondered for many moments. Ginny watched him with an intriguing look as he racked his memory for what could possibly be any funny words that could possibly be a spell.

The wind rushed past as her voice soared into his ears like the soft stringing of a harp. Ginny's face flushed and she turned from him. Harry continued to smile at her, his white teeth glistening through his open smile, his long hair rustling with the wind. It seemed as though with Ginny's simple words, that barrier came crashing down. It finally fell, pelleting to the ground. And, truth be told, Harry wasn't all that sad about it. He slowly lifted one of his large hands and offered it to her. Ginny turned to him feebly and took the open hand, looping their fingers around each others.