A/N: I know six and a half years is a long time not to update a story. My apologies. I want to thank YOU, the reader, for finding it somehow. I have been amazed by all the people who have favorited it or put it on alert. I am baffled (but not complaining!) that of all my writing, this one featuring a rare pair has gotten so much positive attention. So I thank you once again, and I hope that those of you who enjoyed the first part will look kindly upon this conclusion.

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Because of Alicia's contacts in the business world, she went to work right away to contact people who might have personally known Harry Potter at some time during his life. She also sent out requests out to various Wizard media. Her shop became Harry gathering central as people from across England and the rest of Europe started congregating there making a general muck of things.

"So I can meet 'Arry Potter himself?" one toothless man asked her eagerly. This wasn't something that Alicia had been planning, but she had to admit it sounded like a good idea.

"Yes, of course, but you've got to buy something first," she said shrewdly.

"Why's that?" he asked, sounding put off for a moment.

"Because this is a book shop, and if you want to have a place to be able to meet your hero, I have to be able to pay for the appearance fees," she said, thinking fast to create a plausible excuse.

"I guess I could do that," he said unenthusiastically.

She smiled and tilted her head. "Nice of you to agree with me."

o.o

It was Harry who needed the convincing about his work in the shop and particularly her efforts at advertising for people from his past. He found the idea cheap and degrading. She cajoled him that if it didn't work, people would soon forget about those efforts, too.

Alicia also said, "Of course, it's cheap and degrading! If you had become a professional Quidditch player, you'd be doing the same thing any time your team's fans went to visit you at games. There are just some things that are part of the job, and your job is to be The Man Who Was The Boy Who Lived."

"You're never going to say that again, are you?" he asked hopefully.

"I might," she said obstinately before relenting.

Harry might have threatened rethinking his proposal, but Alicia twisted him around her finger to agree to come to her shop during certain times as a special guest.

"What you need to do is write a book. Quickly. We can advertise the exclusive sales rights to the book, and then all people who would have been curious about you will come to us. It makes it a whole lot easier than me traipsing across the globe to find any hermits in hiding who knew you once upon a time," she said.

"Does that mean you wouldn't go looking for someone if I needed that last piece of memory?" he asked pointedly.

She opened her mouth to object and then looked at him earnestly. "Wonder boy, you know I love you more than the world. Do you think I wouldn't do that for you if that's what you really needed? Of course, I would! But why do we have to do it the hard way?"

"You have a point," he conceded.

"I told you I was practical," she said.

o.o

So Harry quickly got to work penning a memoir about his life as a child raised by Muggles without the knowledge of his magical heritage. His writing of those passages was slow because he had such an unhappy childhood. He didn't realize how bad it had been until he had gone to Hogwarts and found out what it was like to be truly happy.

Harry also wrote about what it was like to fly, and Alicia checked over his shoulder as he penned those passages. She drank her tea and laughed with him about antics from the team and crazy episodes from Oliver Wood.

Being smart and subtle, she started putting up signs when Harry was working on his book. First he had sat at a table in the office. Then she gradually moved him out of there and into the parts where the public could see him. It was so gradual that one day he looked up, surprised to see a beverage and sandwich shop attached to the book store.

"When did you do that?" he asked as he wiped his brow. Some of the dark ink smudged on his forehead.

"A few weeks ago," she said. "We have a lot of writers and other people hanging out here now. I wonder why."

The last was said with mischief that he didn't pick up. He was too busy with the writing. It was both terrible and wonderful, but he feared he had forgotten what the sky and sunlight looked like. He still enjoyed those very much, so he showed himself out of Alicia's shop. The shop bell tinkled above his head just as it did everything he went to and fro.

o.o

About two weeks later when Harry walked into Alicia's shop, she wasn't there. He was confused as to her whereabouts because she had not told him that she had any unusual appointments.

"May I help you, sir?" one of the shop assistants asked. "I could leave a message to tell her you came by."

"Sure, you do that, but make sure you write it down," he said. It was about the only way his message would be given to her. "Tell her Harry Potter came by."

The assistant stilled in the writing, and looked up directly at him. "You?"

"Yes. Make sure she gets the message," he said before leaving to fade into obscurity again.

o.o

He didn't see Alicia at her shop for the next three days, and she wasn't taking any of his owls or communication. It was late one Saturday that she stumbled into her flat. Harry, who had been watching for her return, pounced on her.

"Where have you been?"

"I've been cheating on you and got myself a new fiancé I won't have to explain every time he leaves the room," she said as she stared at him tiredly.

Harry huffed at her and declared, "That might have been funny the first five times. It's not funny any more, and if you keep saying it, I might start believing you."

"I'm sorry," she said before inviting him inside.

Once they were inside, she put her things on her small table, and rubbed the furrow between her eyes. "People! Sometimes they aren't very helpful at all."

"What have you been doing?" he asked. He got up to move around her small kitchen and prepare her a cup of tea just the way she liked it.

"I was getting you your engagement present," she said. Then she reached into her bag, and showed him the small clear ball that contained an algae green fog.

"What is this?" he said as he sat down slowly and reverently.

"It's a memory," she said proudly, "but not just any memory. This one came from Danielle Delacour."

"You went to France?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes," she nodded and put her head on the table.

"But you said you weren't going to go hunting for people if you didn't have to…" he said as he looked at the ball with even more reverence.

"Well…" she said, as she took the ball and placed it in a special wooden box for safe keeping, "it was important to find her. She had a good early memory of you that was very strong. It was worth it, but it was terrible to find her! She'd been hiding out in the Pyrenees. It turned out she grew up to have a crazy boyfriend. That's what she gets for being part veela."

"But you got the memory?' he asked hopefully.

"Yes," she said. "And despite my words to the contrary on travel, I have one more big trip to take."

"Where will you go next?" he asked as he gestured for her to sit down again. He took her tired feet in his hands and started rubbing them.

"I give you four days to stop that," she sighed as she melted into the chair. Then after a while, she answered, "I'm going to meet with Viktor Krum. He's in Pakistan. I don't know why, but if that's where he is, that's where I'm going."

"You shouldn't go alone," Harry said, while still massaging her toes. "You're going to all this trouble for me, and I should help. It's only right. You never know if the memory would be stronger if I'm there."

"It might be, but I'm not going to worry about it just now. I feel like I've been run over by a herd of hippogriffs. I need to go to bed, Harry. So either you're joining me to sleep, or you're going home."

"I think I'll let myself out," he said as he watched her slump to her bedroom. He put away the unused tea things and did a spot of cleaning before excusing himself to his own flat.

o.o

Before Alicia and Harry were going to make their trip to Pakistan to meet the elusive Mr. Krum, she had a different target in mind. She was going to snare Dolores Umbridge. Despite the last that they'd seen of her after Alicia's seventh year at Hogwarts, the woman had managed to come back into society. It was a weird and strange thing, but Spinnet took that as her opportunity to kill the other woman with absolute kindness.

It started with an invitation to a free book and cup of tea at her shop. She even put in some advertisements for books with pink covers or that had anything to do with cats. Something was going to pique her interest. If not that, then the flattery of bald-faced lies were going to work instead.

When the toad-faced woman appeared in Alicia's shop, she came out to serve her personally. That included lavishing her with praise for the leadership she had done at Hogwarts and the positive impact she had made on Alicia's life. She sweetened her lies with the gifts she had promised the woman.

"Ms. Umbridge, I really do need to ask your expertise in a certain matter," she began. "I have a project about Harry Potter, and I know that you know the real Harry. So many others were taken in by his boyish charm or his reputation, but you saw the truth behind it. So could you help tell me all that you know about him?"

Alicia put the recording device on the table in hopes that it wouldn't draw too much attention. As the other woman spoke, the ball began to fill with colored smoke, but this was of a dark pink variety not unlike the shade that Dolores herself would prefer to wear.

When she was done speaking, Alicia felt like she needed to bathe. The woman was disgusting, and her ideas might not be the best ones to add to the spell to bring Harry back to remembrance. She directed the horrid Dolores to a stack of books she might want to purchase, and then Spinnet excused herself to work in her office reconciling some of the financial reports.

o.o

"What's this I hear about you being engaged?" an enraged Mrs. Sarabella Spinnet demanded when she stormed into Alicia's office a few days later.

The younger woman threw her hands in the air and asked, "Am I going to have to start using security wizards? Mother, you just can't enter any time you like. How do you know I wasn't in a business meeting?"

"Well, you weren't," she said as if that fact justified her rudeness.

"Mother, I'm going to write you a note right now on parchment. I want you to sign it, and I'm going to get you and a few of my employees to witness it. You will keep it in your purse so that next time you feel like having this conversation with me, you can't accuse me of keeping secrets," Alicia said, clearly fed up with her mother's questions.

"You don't have to be so dramatic! If you don't want to tell me, then just say so."

"I just told you that I have told you. I'm telling you now. I will tell you in the future. I'm telling you, Mother!" she said as her voice rose with impatience.

"It's almost like being Harry's fiancée isn't worth it," she said in exasperation to herself. It was difficult, sure, but it was not something she was going to give up. He had a kind heart and was naturally humble. That sweetness and reality made him endearing to her.

"His name is Harry?" her mother asked. "Are you going to tell me about him in a reasonable tone?"

"We were school mates. I've known him for a long time, but this is a new relationship. I love him. I really do. He wants to meet you, you know. Maybe we can have a good dinner and just talk about it all," Alicia said.

"Harry… Didn't you go to school with that Harry Potter fellow?" Mrs. Spinnet asked.

"One in the same, mum," she answered.

"Well, where's he been hiding himself all these years?" Sarabella asked.

Instead of responding with the sarcastic remark that was on the tip of her tongue, Alicia said, "He's been working on his biography. I'm going to sell copies in my store."

Then she showed her mother the advertisement that she was already putting around for the novel. While Mrs. Spinnet might have thought that Alicia had been engaging in hyperbole, after seeing the book flier she did make a note to keep in her purse. Alicia then scheduled a dinner that they could have as a family. She knew things would be fine as long as Harry was actually in the room.

o.o

"Are you ready?" he asked as he showed up at her flat at an ungodly early hour.

"I'm ready for you to cook me breakfast," she said darkly.

"It was your idea to go see Viktor Krum," he reminded her as he practically bounced into her flat. She stared icily at him. No one, not even her beloved fiancé, should be able to be so perky at that time of the morning.

She excused herself to take a shower and reminded him that he had better have the breakfast waiting.

"I wonder if this is what married life is going to be," he joked as he let himself into her kitchen and opened her cupboards.

"You're a man of means, but I have to work. I like working. So yeah, you can make me breakfast. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked.

"Right now? No. There might be some days I just want to take the day off," he said as he started cooking eggs and morning sausages.

"Hey, Harry," she said as she came behind him and hugged him around the waist. "Love you. Just in case you didn't know that."

"I know," he said as he cooked. "Go take your shower."

Once she was out of it and acting human again, they ate heartily and then prepared to meet the portkey to take them to Pakistan where Viktor was supposed to be.

o.o

Alicia wasn't a complainer, she told herself. She was doing this for Harry, and it was her idea. So what if she was wearing the wrong robes and shoes? It was all for the good of helping him. Eventually, though, she had to beg him to stop so she could transfigure her outfit.

After she was done, she then took a drink from her travel canteen and double checked her directions. "It's supposed to be the third house on the left."

They cautiously approached with wands drawn just in case. This was not one of the best neighborhoods to be in, and they still weren't sure if Viktor was actually going to be there. Harry lightly knocked on the door and hoped it would be Krum who would answer. It would make the task of explanations much easier.

It was not Viktor who opened the door, but instead a beautiful olive skinned woman with mesmerizing green eyes. She looked like she could have been a star in one of the Muggle Bollywood movies, and she looked entirely out of place in the doorway of such a dilapidated looking house.

"Hello," Harry said in surprise. "I'm an old friend of Viktor's. Old acquaintance, really. Is he home?"

The woman disappeared, and Krum showed himself later. He stared at the pair as if he could not place them. He never had interactions with Alicia, but she watched in hopes that he recognized Harry. They had both hoped that the Tri-Wizard tournament had been important to have left an indelible memory.

Once he spoke to them, it became clear that he was hesitant to speak, not because he didn't recognize Harry but because he had been out of practice with his English. He invited them into his home and introduced them to his wife. Alicia discovered the outside of the home was a ruse for a very beautiful inside. She broke the ice by speaking with complimentary appreciation with how the other witch kept her home. It was enough to break the ice so that the men started chatting.

While the men were chatting, Alicia put one of her memory balls on the table to contain the vapor of words that Victor was telling about Harry and the shared memories. This was full of shifting colors that started red but morphed into black and gold. It was rather pretty in Alicia's opinion.

After they had finished their visit, Harry impulsively invited the pair to their wedding. "We can arrange a portkey for you, and we will provide a place to stay if you like."

"He's right," she agreed as she held on to his arm. "It's been really great to meet some friends from the past. You don't know what this means to us. It was so hard after the war sometimes to find anyone we used to know."

After Viktor and his wife agreed to come if they let them know they date, they made promises to stay in touch. Then Harry and Alicia took the portkey back home to England.

o.o

"I've been thinking," Alicia said one afternoon as they were hovering on their brooms in the park. The casual Quidditch games they had started playing had begun to be a tradition.

"About what?" he said as he kept his eyes on the balls in motion.

"I was going to go to Hogwarts to interview Neville for the remembrance spell. Why can't I ask the ghosts and portraits? They knew you, too," she said.

The thought was odd enough for Harry to take his eyes off the balls and look at her. "Why did I never know you were this clever?"

She sighed dramatically and eye rolled at him. "I'm sure it was pure intimidation on my part. Nice to know you came to your senses eventually."

After their game, they went for another arm and arm walk through the park, enjoying candy floss as they had done so many other times.

o.o

Prior to her visit, Alicia sent an owl to Neville so they could eat lunch together in Hogsmeade before going back to the school together.

"This place makes a person feel nostalgic," she said as she sat in the Three Broomsticks. Then she leaned closer to Neville and said, "She never ages. She's got to have some secret we don't know about."

He looked at Rosmerta who had impressed most of the boys in his year when they first got to come to the village. He blushed a little as he remembered his first reactions.

"I think I'll ask her to talk on Harry's behalf, too," Alicia said, bringing Neville's thoughts away from the other witch.

"You haven't ever done this before, right?" he prodded pointedly about her magical idea. "How do you know when you're done?"

"That's it. I don't know for sure. In fact, I don't really know that this will work. I just think it should. I want to put all the memories of Harry together so that when he leaves the room he isn't instantly Obliviated from people's minds," she said again. Alicia and Neville had discussed the idea for this charm often since she had first gotten the grain of idea.

"I think," he started unsurely like the boy he once was, "that you should just go for it. Don't wait to live your life with him. Do it now and have that life together. Other people will figure it out eventually even your spell doesn't work."

Alicia shot him a nasty glance. "I think you're what some people call a 'smug married.'"

Neville laughed and grinned widely. Married life had looked good on him. When he was with his wife Hannah, he looked as if he thought he was the luckiest man live. She could almost feel jealous about how cute they were if she hadn't had Harry.

After they finished their lunches, she went back to the school where she had met Harry and found the ghosts and portraits who could provide some insight into the life of The Boy Who Lived. It was Neville's advice in her head about not wasting time in starting a life together that urged her on to returning back to London and her shop. Though she bubbled with ideas, Alicia decided she was done searching.

o.o

One afternoon, Harry walked into Alicia's shop looking tall and thin with his wild black hair under the derby cap that had become his normal visual as an adult. As he walked up to the counter to talk to one of the employees, he hoped to get one of the people who had worked there a while. He realized that he could start to break through the power of the Obliviate spell with repeated exposure to the same people. Unfortunately for Harry, it was one of the new girls who was at the cash register, and she looked at him with the intention to flirt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he counseled after her first pathetic attempt. "I'm engaged to your boss."

"Really?" the girl asked amazed. "She hasn't told me about that at all."

"Why would she?" Harry asked with mild annoyance. "You just started here. Is Alicia in the office or not?"

"No… She said she was stopping in Gladrags over lunch. Hey, is she doing a wedding dress fitting?" the once flirty girl asked excitedly. She obviously had the attention span of a flea.

"I don't know," he said, "but thank you."

Harry walked out of the shop, and she stared after his bum as he left through the door. Of course, when she went to tell one of the other ladies about the handsome man she had just seen, she couldn't remember anything about him.

"Wow. That was weird," she said in confusion.

o.o

When he went to the other shop in search of his future bride, he found her sitting on a decorative public bench staring out into space. He sat down quietly beside her without saying a word. He hoped his patience would overcome her silence, and eventually he was right.

"I just want to be married to you, Harry. I don't need fancy dresses or elaborate parties. I just want you," she said before looking at the man on the bench beside her.

"I want the same thing," he said. "I don't really look good in fancy dresses. I don't have the ankles for it."

His deadpan joke was so off the cuff that Alicia burst out laughing. "I really needed that. I was just getting too wrapped up in my head and thinking about how to make the spell. I'm just tired of it. It's probably nothing compared to how you feel."

He linked his arm with hers and looked at the people walking by. "It's not so bad any more. I got lucky."

"Let's elope," Alicia finally said. "I don't want to wait any more. And Neville said something that made sense to me. When we create new memories together, our friends will have to learn us all over again as Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Let's go be those people."

"You deserve ceremony. You deserve the best of everything, Alicia," he said.

"I'm glad you think so. We'll just redo it on our first anniversary and have all our friends, new and old, give us embarrassingly large amounts of presents. And by that time, maybe we'll even find a dress that looks good with your ankles," she said with a laughing smile that touched her eyes.

o.o

Alicia and Harry married each other by the end of the week at the local wizard council. As for witnesses, they had invited Neville and Hannah and Alicia's mother, who behaved very well. When she was quizzed on it later, she said she kept reading the note she had in her purse.

"It was just the darndest thing! I kept forgetting, and I'd forget that I had forgotten! It was enough to drive a person mad," Sarabella said.

Alicia hugged her. "Yes, mum. We know how that feels. And you will have to remember that I'm Mrs. Potter now."

"Congratulations, you two!" Neville said as he brought glasses of celebratory champagne to his friends. "To all the happiness that a life together with someone you love can bring!"

"Hear! Hear!" Harry agreed.

"I hope you get this spell figured out soon. You wouldn't want your children starting Hogwarts not knowing who their father is," Hannah said earnestly.

"Oh, I never thought of that!" Alicia said with a squeak.

"Children?" Harry asked. "I wouldn't mind…"

"No, not children! I mean, sure, they'd be okay. But we really have to get this spell done," she said full of stress. She took a deep, calming breath and tried to speak a mantra. "I'm a bride. Today is my day and problems can wait for me until tomorrow."

"That's the spirit," Neville said. "But I don't think your children will have the same problem Hannah is talking about. After all, Harry will be their father, the one person they know their whole lives."

"You're right. I can stop the panic," Alicia breathed. To Hannah she said darkly, "Don't scare me like that again!"

"Sorry," she said with a giggle as she took her husband's arm.

The new Mrs. Potter bit back a retort that Mrs. Longbottom should have been sorry, but she let it pass. She reminded herself again that it was her wedding day, and concerns and worries could wait for tomorrow.

o.o

Harry and Alicia went on their honeymoon to Bermuda and enjoyed it greatly. They had many wizard photographs to show for it when the trip was over. Many of them involved Alicia looking beautiful on the beaches in her bathing suit or some other island style dress. Harry, on the other hand, looked a little out of place like a typical pasty white Englishman, but his new wife loved the photos of him anyway.

They decided to meet up with Alicia's mother for brunch at her home when they had returned from Bermuda to show her all the photographs and recount their tales. Out of habit, Alicia re-introduced her husband to her mother before coming into the house to enjoy everything.

It was when they were starting to drink their tea that Mrs. Spinnet realized that she was all out of milk for the tea. Immediately acting the part of the dutiful son-in-law, Harry jumped up and volunteered to go to the corner market so the mother and daughter could have time to talk.

"I'll be right back," he said as he excused himself to fetch the milk.

"That's a nice man you married," Mrs. Spinnet told her daughter.

Something in how she said it caught Alicia's attention. "Mum, do you remember him?"

"Yes, dear! Ever since you got married. I look at the note you made me put in my purse, and I have a few wizard portraits from that day. I was there, so he couldn't fade out of my mind, not when I know he's going to be such a major part of my daughter's life," she said sounding rather pleased with herself.

After Harry returned from the market, he sat down on the chair and situated his cloth napkin across his lap. He realized his new wife was staring at him, and he felt self-conscious. "What is it?"

"My mother remembers you," Alicia said softly, gesturing to her mother across the table.

"Really?" he said with no small measure as he looked from wife to mother-in-law. "But how?"

"She says it started the day we got married and has continued from there."

"Amazing!" he said with a huge grin lighting his face. "So that means new people can get to know me after all."

"Yes, they can," Alicia said with a smile.

He smiled into his plate, feeling unequivocally happy. Before the war it had happened so little, and he treasured it every time it happened.

o.o

The first year of marriage sped by for the Potters. Harry finished his book and was giving frequent talks at the shop. He had also started coaching a children's Quidditch league in greater London. He found happiness in his life, and gradually the circle of acquaintances who surrounded him had become friends enough to remember him as long as he had not been gone too terribly long.

Alicia, Hannah and Neville continued to plan the spell that they would use for Harry, and the work was completed a few days before the first anniversary bash that they were going to throw in the coffee shop of her store. Alicia, being a shrewd business woman, thought it couldn't hurt to hold it there, and it would be much easier to clean up the shop than their own flat once the party guests left.

The quartet of friends had gathered in the living room as Alicia started to tell her husband about what she had done with their help.

"I basically used the remembrall idea that started it all. Thank you, Neville," she said as an aside. "These are all various balls of memory. I have reinforced the protection so they won't break and have shrunk them down to the size of beads so you can wear them around your neck. That way, when you want to be seen, you will be. But... if there ever come days where you don't want to be known, you can take off your necklace, and no one will know the wiser."

Harry looked at all the swirling glass beads that had made the necklace that he could wear, and tears formed in his eyes. He tried to be masculine and brush it off, but he was touched. "This is amazing!"

"I think you've got an even bigger surprise coming," Hannah giggled at him.

"What's that?" he asked, his bright green eyes fixed on Neville's wife.

At the same time, the young Mrs. Potter had to stop herself from cuffing the back of the blonde woman's head. "Hush it, you!"

"What are you hiding, Alicia?" he asked suspiciously. "I already know we've got an anniversary party, so what could it be?"

"Well..." she started, wringing her hands. "I was hoping to make a dramatic announcement at the party, but I can tell you now. I went to the medi-witch yesterday. We're pregnant, Harry!"

He was so stunned he dropped his new memory necklace. Thankfully, Neville was fast thinking and grabbed it before it could fall to the floor.

"Pregnant? Are you sure?" he asked.

"Two months!" she said, nodding with excitement.

"Well... that's... bloody fantastic!" he said as he took his wife's hands and danced her around the room.

"And now, no matter how you look at it, your children don't have to worry about forgetting their father," Neville declared. "Take it from me. I know about these things."

Harry smiled broadly and kissed his wife again almost too intimately in front of their friends. "I think that day I wandered into your shop was the best day in my life."

"I think so, too," she said before she kissed him back.

THE END