With her memory of Harry gone, the looks that she would be able to identify with the slightest glance at him had also disappeared. The moments where Ginny would have supplied him with one of her smirks had given way to a look of confusion as Harry's focus seemed to stray from James to something in his mind.
She wanted to ask if he was okay, but held her tongue and instead only smiled at the idea of a two month old on a broom. "Oh I'm sure." she agreed, remembering how often her mum claimed that it seemed like yesterday that her children had been babies.
Deciding to leave the tree as it was for a moment, Ginny took a seat on the sofa behind her while she tried to decide what a safe topic of conversation was with Harry. "How are you?" she finally asked after a moment of silence. That question seemed as safe as anything else she could think up.