This is the sequel to Lessons in Life, Love, and Betrayal. Prior knowledge would be very helpful, but I don't think it's completely required, not once the story gets going. So, here it goes......
"Oh my goodness! James, what did you do to your hair?" Anna Jones exclaimed as the man she was talking to walked into her kitchen.

"What? Don't you like it," James replied with a grin.

"Well, it's interesting," she said laughing. "I'm just curious what possessed you to do it."

"Well I had another dream last night. Don't worry, not one of my nightmares, just a dream. I was riding a motorcycle and then it began to fly. It really was quite brilliant. But then I was just surrounded with the same odd images of red. It's really more of a feeling than an image."

"So? You dream about red all the time. That doesn't mean you should dye your hair red!"

James walked over to the mirror and ran his hand over his now red short buzz cut. "Well I like it. I don't know why I did it though; I guess I just think that somehow the color red was very prominent in my past and this will help me remember."

"Well, isn't that what we're taking the trip to London for, to try and help you remember who you are?" Anna asked quietly.

"Yes. You know I'm happy with the life you and your family have given me, right?" James asked and Anna nodded in return. "I just need to know who I was before you found me drifting mostly dead in the ocean all those years ago. I love living here with you in Alberta, but I feel like if I'm ever going to figure out who I am I need to go back to England."

"I understand. I'm just scared that if you remember who you are you'll forget who I am," Anna said, looking down at the floor.

"Four years ago you saved my life. I could never forget you. Unless of course whatever happened to me to make me forget my life the first time around happens again. In that case I'm not making any promises." Anna laughed at James's weak attempt at a joke. "You just have to put yourself in my shoes; for all I know, I've got parents, siblings, a wife, and ten kids all waiting for me, somewhere in England."

Anna let out a weak laugh again. "We may not know how old you are, but I do think you're a little too young to have ten kids. But you'll have to forgive me for hoping against the wife. I know you don't feel like you can start an intimate relationship without knowing who you are, so I'm ready to go to England if only so you'll give us a chance when we get back."

"You know that your friendship is the only thing that has kept me from going back for so long. I honestly thought I could go on without knowing who I am. I don't mean that I hold it against you; I just want you to understand how much I love you and your family. Even if I was the king of England I don't think I'd be able to repay your family for the hospitality you've shown me."

"You're a part of our family now, and you know you could be a more permanent one if you chose to be."

"Anna, you are a brilliant doctor, a loving daughter, and a wonderful friend. Any guy would be lucky to have you. I just think you should move on with someone with a little less baggage."

"And how exactly do you know how much baggage you have?" Anna teased.

"It's the not knowing that's my baggage. But hopefully, we'll make the trip and I'll find out who I am." James looked wistfully in the mirror. "Yes, I do think something about red hair suits me."


Ginny Weasley woke up tangled in her sheets, dripping in sweat. She rolled over in her bed and turned off her muggle alarm clock. Five o'clock. It was in the mornings when she most cursed herself for deciding to become a healer. She got out of bed and walked to her bathroom. She splashed cold water over her face to try and wake up. She reached for her brush and began to try and untangle the knots out of her long, fiery red hair. When she was satisfied, she pulled her hair back into a delicate bun. She walked back into her bedroom and changed into her work robes. Five sixteen. She let out a silent groan and walked into her kitchen. Suddenly, she sensed that there was someone else in her house.

"Oh Merlin Colin, you scared me!" she exclaimed as she saw her boyfriend of a year sitting at her kitchen table.

"Well, we got back from dinner so late last night that after I saw you were safely in bed I was too tired to go home, so I just slept on the couch," he explained sheepishly.

"You know you don't have to make sure I'm 'safely in bed' every night," Ginny scolded.

"Well after everything you've been through since I've known you, can you blame me for being a little over protective? Especially at this time of year," Colin asked.

"Well I've been completely fine for almost four years now," she responded. "At least physically," she added to herself.

"Well, you can't blame me for caring," Colin said cheerfully.

"I just hope that all of this sleeping on my couch isn't a ploy to get me to change my mind about our level of intimacy. You know I'm just not ready," Ginny stated firmly.

"Well no one would blame me if it was. I mean we have been dating for a year," Colin said, and then quickly added, "But it's not."

"Colin I told you when you first asked me out all those years ago that it was going to take time for me to heal. Not everyone has to go through losing the love of their life at fifteen," Ginny responded quietly. "I told you then that I'd never completely be over Harry, and I stand by that to this day."

"Well you also told me that the best you could offer me for the time being was your friendship, and that's changed. Why can't you see that he doesn't have to be the only love of your life?" Colin asked angrily.

"I don't want to discuss Harry with you anymore. It will only put me in a foul mood and I've got to work a double shift at St. Mungo's. After that, I've got my family dinner at the Burrow tonight, so I won't be able to see you."

"Well do I at least get a goodbye kiss?" Colin asked as he walked over to where she was standing.

Ginny leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "I will talk to you tomorrow." Colin walked out of her flat, frustrated. "Why do you always keep coming back to haunt me Harry?" Ginny asked aloud as she started to cry. She collapsed in a heap on the ground and sobbed. "Can't you just let me move on? Why do you keep finding ways to enter my mind from your grave?" After a few more moments of self pity, Ginny regained her composure and stood from her place on the floor. "Shit, now I'm going to be late." And with a pop, she left her flat and arrived in St. Mungo's.


"You're late," Hermione Granger Weasley scolded. "Was it by any chance because you had a wild and crazy night out on the town?" she added hopefully.

"Nope, just your typical fight with Colin," Ginny responded. "We went out to a late dinner last night after my shift, and he fell asleep on my couch."

"Gin, I hate to keep bugging you about it, but why are you still with Colin?" Hermione asked gently.

"Because he loves me," Ginny said defensively.

"But you don't love him."

"No, I don't. I love Harry, I'll always love Harry. If I can't have love, I might as well spend my life with someone I care deeply about who loves me."

"Did it ever occur to you that there could be someone else out there that you could love?" Hermione asked.

"There is no one for me but Harry," Ginny responded stubbornly.

"But Ginny Harry's gone; he's been gone for almost four years."

"My head knows that, but my heart just can't seem to catch on. I wish it had been me who saw him die, not Colin. Then maybe I could truly believe he was gone. But that is the last thing I'm going to say on the topic. Hermione, I know you're my sister-in-law, but that doesn't give you the right to continuously lecture me. Now can we please get to work before my mood worsens? I've still got to work a double today," Ginny pleaded.

"Why are you working another double?" Hermione asked as they started their rounds in the permanent wing St. Mungo's.

"Because I have all of next week off," Ginny responded quietly. Hermione didn't press the issue any further. She knew that the next week was not only Easter, but it marked the four year anniversary of the day Ginny was kidnapped and the night when Harry had died. "I'm going to the coast by myself."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I know that I would love to go with you. I may not be able to get the whole week off, but I know Jamie would love to see the ocean," Hermione suggested.

"And I would love to spend the time with my favorite sister-in-law and niece, but not next week. I need to be alone," Ginny responded firmly as she went in to see their first patient. "Now, Mrs. West how are you feeling today?"


James Jones sat on an airplane next to his sleeping friend Anna. He looked out the window and saw nothing but a vast ocean underneath them. James Jones closed his eyes and tried to think of his earliest memory. The first thing he could remember was almost four years ago. He had opened his eyes to see Anna sitting next to his bed. He had been in a hospital. He couldn't remember anything about his life before that moment. The only thing they knew about him was that he was British, and that was only from his accent, not his memory. The doctors who had first tended to him told him he had amnesia, but it wasn't like anything they had ever seen before. Anna told him later that she had been sailing with her family when they had found him drifting on a piece of wood almost dead in the Atlantic Ocean. It had taken him almost a year to regain control of his body. During the course of that year, he hadn't regained any of his memories. He knew how to do things, but didn't know how he knew. He felt like when he woke up, only half of his brain had woken up with him. He knew deep down inside that there was something he was missing, and it wasn't just his memories. He felt like there was something important about himself that he didn't know; he often like to imagine that he was part of the British royal family. He had felt like James was a very noble name when he picked it. He then had taken the name of Anna's family, since they were the people who had saved his life. During his long and intense recovery, James had often wanted to quit and give up, but something kept telling him that he had something very important to live for. He didn't know what, but he knew there was something. It was what kept him fighting. Of course, he didn't tell Anna that, he knew it would only upset her. He kept other things from her as well. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he still had some short term memory loss. For example, he would be thinking about fixing food and the next thing he would remember it would already be done. He could only imagine that he had completely forgotten about the time he had used to prepare the food. He also hid from her how perceptive he was; he often felt like he could read minds. James had tried his hardest to start over with Anna and her family without knowing about his past, and he was happy for a time. But the not knowing was eating away at him, he knew he had to find out about his past, and going to England seemed to be the best place to start.

"Are we there yet?" Anna mumbled opening her eyes.

"Not yet," James answered. "Go back to bed sleepy head." James wished he could sleep himself; he loved his dreams. They were the closest thing he had to memories. Sometimes, they were horrible nightmares that left him screaming in his sleep, but most of the time they made him happy. But there was always red. Sometimes the red made him feel happy, other times it made him sad; some dreams, the red even made him scared. He didn't know why red was so prominent to him, but he was determined to find out.


Molly Weasley scurried around her kitchen, anxiously awaiting the arrival of six of her children and their families. It had become their Thursday night tradition. Not all of her children made it home every week, but this week they would all be there. They all knew that this was a hard time of year for their family and that being together was very important. She pulled a fresh batch of rolls out of the oven and set them on the table.

"Grandma!" two small voices cried as they ran into the kitchen.

"Hello my darlings," she said warmly as wrapped two of her grandchildren in a hug. "Where are your parents?"

"Mummy and Daddy are talking to Grandpa in the living room," almost four year old Rose explained.

"No they're not they're right there, silly," three year old Harriet said laughing.

"Charlie, Venus, it's so good to see you. You haven't made it to dinner in almost a month!" Molly said with a smile.

"Sorry, Mum. Things have just been so busy lately. We've had four new dragons born this month, it's a lot to handle," Charlie Weasley replied.

"I promise we'll try harder to make it from now on," Venus Trounce Weasley added.

"Oh don't worry about it dear, I was only teasing. I know you two have a busy life. I just missed my grandbabies," Molly said reassuringly.

"Well I don't think that will be an issue for much longer," Bill Weasley said walking into the room carrying two toddlers.

"Oh I do declare those two get cuter every day!" Molly said happily. "Hello Sara, hello Michelle."

"Say hello to Grandma girls," Bill prompted the three year olds.

"Hi," they replied together shyly.

"Now girls, will you be good for Daddy and go play with your cousins?" Bill asked smiling. The girls nodded, and soon all four little girls were playing in the front yard.

"Where is your wife?" Molly asked curiously.

"Talking to Dad in the living room," Bill responded.

"I think I'll go join them," Venus said as she walked out of the room.

"Is everyone coming tonight?" Bill asked.

"Everyone but Percy. I still send him an invitation every week, and every week I get no response."

"What about Ginny?" Charlie asked.

"She's working late at the hospital, but she should be just in time for dinner," Molly explained.

"But how is she doing?" Charlie continued.

"As well as can be expected. You know how hard it is for her this time of the year. She just closes everyone out. Not that she's her old self the rest of the year. I'd pay money to see her get worked up to the point that she uses one of her bat bogey hexes, even if it was on me! She still refuses to bring Colin to dinner here, even though they've been dating for a year. I think she feels like sharing us with Colin would be betraying Harry. I know she doesn't love Colin, but at least he gets her to go out from time to time. I swear sometimes I think she died the same day Harry did. There's just no spark in her eyes anymore. I just don't know what to do." Molly began to let the tears flow freely down her face.

"Mum, she'll be okay," Charlie said holding his mother in a tight hug.

"She'll be fine as long as she's got her family to lean on," Bill added.

"Well I just wish she would lean on us," Molly said. "It's been four years, she's only nineteen. She should be enjoying her life."

"That's what I tell her everyday Molly," Hermione said as she walked into the room followed by Ron who was carrying their daughter in his arms. "She's getting by, right now is just hard for her."

"How are you three doing?" Molly asked turning her attention to the new arrivals.

"We're fine Mum," Ron assured her.

"Ginny will be here soon," Hermione added. "Here Molly, why don't you hold Jamie and go relax."

"Anybody home?" they heard Fred call from the living room.

"So much for relaxing," Bill joked.

"Oh here you all are," George said, walking in followed by Fred, Angelina, and Alicia.

"Where are the girls?" Molly asked.

"Outside playing with their cousins and Grandpa," Fred answered.

"Who would have ever guessed that a family with so many boys would produce so many little girls," Molly mused with a smile.

"And so many twins!" Angelina answered. "I don't know who was happier to find out they were having twins, Fred or George."

"Well I do think that our little girls are cuter," Fred joked.

"I'm afraid my dear brother that I have to disagree," George said.

"Now we will be here all night if we start to argue about which of my granddaughters is the cutest," Arthur Weasley said as he walked into the kitchen with two granddaughters on his legs and two more in his arms.

"Hello there, Julie, Jessica, Amy, and Andrea," Molly said.

"Grandma!" the four three year olds all cried, leaving their grandfather to run into their grandmother's arms.

They all spent the next hour catching up and laughing. "This feels so good," Molly thought to herself. "I just wish Ginny could participate like this freely."

There was a loud pop inside the kitchen. All of the young girls, other than Jamie who was sleeping in her father's old bedroom, ran into the kitchen to see the new arrival.

"Aunt Ginny!" they heard Rose cry.

"Good, now we can finally eat," Ron said, leading the crowd into the kitchen. They ate dinner, making casual conversation, everyone trying very hard not to say anything that would upset Ginny. When dinner was over, all of the men went into the living room with the children while the women stayed behind in the kitchen to clean up and gossip.

"So, is everyone planning on coming by next week?" Angelina asked. "It's always so much fun when we're all here." Her answer was five evil glares and one sobbing sister-in-law. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot!"

"It's okay," Ginny said through her tears. "I hate how everyone is always walking on eggshells around me. Just because I can't be happy doesn't mean you all can't be."

"But Ginny you can be happy," Venus said wrapping her in a hug. "Just because Harry is gone doesn't mean that you can't be happy."

"I know you're all right," Ginny lied to appease the women who cared about her. "Hopefully things will be better after I get back from my vacation next week."

"Dear are you sure you don't want some company?" Molly asked concerned.

"Absolutely positive. In fact, I wasn't going to tell you this yet, but you will not be able to contact me the entire week. I know you'll worry, but it's just part of my healing process. I need to be alone. I don't want a scene like the first Harry Potter Day."

"I understand, but promise me you won't do anything stupid," Molly begged her daughter.

"I promise Mum."


A/N I hope that you find my first chapter to the sequel as appealing as the first chapter of the original. I hope you can all play along with me that without his scar, Harry wouldn't be so recognizable away from England, especially living in a very muggle populated area. Also, Colin saw him die, so there was no need to search for him. As for all of the Weasleys having married and had kids so young, the way I see it, when Harry ended the war, there was a baby boom, everyone was enjoying life; not taking one thing for granted. Please review and let me know what you think. I've already written about the first ten chapters, but I'm working on making sure I have the timing and flow as I want it. Hopefully, chapters will be coming along quickly.