The re-aging potion is complete.

Harry will return to normal as if this affair had never happened. He won't remember what happened nor will he remember me.

He will not remember wanting me to play with him.

He will not remember crying when I was gone.

He will not remember falling asleep in my arms.

He will not remember drooling all over my robes.

He will not remember driving me into madness.

He will not remember me saying sorry when I shouted.

He will not remember and it is better that way.

He will not remember me and I will forget that I cared for him.

In time, perhaps.