[ EU ] Harry Potter is sitting at home sixty years after the battle of Hogwarts , an old man now , when suddenly his scar hurts .

Ginny held Harry close, in a tight fierce hug. `` Its okay, dear'' she said into his ear. 
 
 
 
 `` Is he really dead? `` said Harry, looking up at her. His eyes had the same questioning look she'd seen when Dumbledore had died, and he'd gripped her hand tightly, unsure of the world and his actions. `` I've got to do things alone now'', he'd said that day. 
 
 
 `` Yes. Voldemort is dead, Harry. And you're not alone now. You'll never be alone again'' 
 
 
 `` I keep forgetting, you know. Some times I forget everything. I'm 10 years old again and I only know the Dursleys and the cupboard. And him. Even when I forget it all, he's still there. I think he lurks in my soul. ``, he says. His voice is animated as if telling a story about someone far away. *Maybe that's how he copes* she thinks to herself. Her eyes are tired and her mind wanders a little; she's heard the story many times before, in the last few months. The wizard terrifies the boy she loves, stuck in his lonely mind. 
 
 
 `` Ginny. I- `` 
 
 
 `` No. Not one bit of him is in your soul.'' said Ginny fiercely. *Is it getting worse now? * she worries. 
 
 
 `` What are we talking about, dear?'' said Harry. He squeezed her hand, `` Are you okay?'' 
 
 
 `` I'm fine, dear.'' said Ginny trying to smile. 
 
 
 `` Was it? Was it Voldemort again?'' 
 
 
 `` Yes'' 
 
 
 He placed his hands over his ears, and squeezed his eyes shut. The room was silent for a heartbeat. *He always does this*, she thinks. He tries to remember what happens when he forgets. She think its a blessing he never remembers. She wants her Harry to be be completely safe with her for a little while. No Alzheimer's, no Voldemort, no Dursleys. 
 
 
 
 She just wants him to be at peace. 
 
 
 `` I remember'' 
 
 
 `` Was it bad? `` said Ginny. There's a quaver in her voice. She never gets used to seeing her loved one's in pain. She steels yourself up for it, makes her heart hard. But it never works; the pain always finds it's way to that small vulnerable little bit of her heart where all her love is concentrated, and it cuts fiercely. 
 
 
 `` No Ginny I remember the important bit'' 
 
 
 `` The important bit?'' said Ginny puzzled 
 
 
 `` When I feel small and alone again... When I forget everything, my scar starts to hurt and then Voldemort is there, and everything seems so hopeless. But then you come. You fight him off; you always do. You're my angel and I never remember to tell you.'' he said. His voice was exultant and his eyes gleamed triumphant. He'd finally been able to comfort the girl he'd loved and who had loved him through 70 years. 
 
 
 `` We fight him together.'' 
 
 
 He looked into her eyes. 
 
 
 `` Do n't worry I'm with you'' 

