Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: I love stories, where Harry leaves not knowing he has a child. H/G is my favorite ship. I don't know if I am going to continue this story, I have a couple more chapters, but I don't know how far it will make it. So let me know what you think of the story in the Review Section. Thank You, and Enjoy.

June 5th, 2004

An exhausted Ginny Weasley stood in the doorway of her son's room, taking in the abandoned Hogwarts model that Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione had given him for his birthday just days ago. James Evan Weasley had turned four years old on June 1st. And she hadn't really comprehended it yet.

"I guess that's what happens when you work all the time" she thought bitterly to herself.

Watching as he slept. 'He looks so peaceful' she thought to herself, she couldn't help but notice his black hair standing out in contrast to the white of his sheets. Knowing his bright green eyes were hidden behind his sleepy lids. Not many knew she had a son. She had successful kept him under the radar for four years. When they went out in public she would give him Capillus Toffee that George had created three years ago. It would change your hair color into any color you wanted it to be. She had used it every time her and James had gone into public, transforming his unruly black hair, into a mane of red. It had been four years of stress but it paid off, she was left alone, and her son had gone unnoticed by the public eye.

She was exhausted from her shift at the Ministry, it was nearing 12pm and she wanted nothing more than to drink a cup of tea and call it a night. She worked at the Ministry five days a week 3rd in charge in the Auror Program. Although she was on call 24 hours, she usually got the weekends off.

She couldn't help her schedule, she was a single mother she didn't have the luxury of flexible hours. Her hours were centered around her son, and yet she wouldn't change their routine for the world. When James was born she had promised she would be there every morning when her son woke up, and every night when he went to bed. Monday through Friday Ginny would get up with James in the morning, make his breakfast and spend some time with him before she took him to school, at The Erised Academy for young Wizards and Witches at 10:00am. She would then apparate to work. Her house elf Tinky would then pick her son up from school at six, and would start dinner. Ginny then used her lunch and dinner break to go home at seven o'clock, and would eat dinner with him and usually watch him play on his broomstick until she put him to bed at nine. Then she would go back to work until 11:30. It was tough, and it took its toll on her, but it wasn't negotiable. James had lost to much in his life to not have his mother around. Her house-elf Tinky was a life saver. Tinky would watch James in the evenings, and usually bathed him and got him into his pj's before she arrived home for dinner. Tinky wasn't just a house elf she had become a confidant and a friend.

She closed the door and walked down the hallway that led to the rest of the house. Slowly she headed into the Kitchen picking up the cup of tea and biscuits Tinky had left there for her, thoughts still lingering on the little boy who was asleep in the next room.

'He's lost enough as it is' she said out loud to no one in particular as she travelled into the parlor to sit in her favorite chair in front of the fireplace.

She picked up the daily prophet her mother had sent over with the morning post, taking a sip of tea silently thanking Tinky for putting a warming charm on it. Scanning over the front page her eyes caught sight of the Headline.

Harry Potter Two Year Anniversary Memorial Service Set To Be Held on July 31st.

'Stop it Ginny, don't think about him' she argued with herself, as she wiped away the tear that was already tracing its way down her cheek.

She sighed. 'I'm glad no one expects me to go' she mused. Her mother had probably hoped she would, but she knew she wouldn't. She couldn't.

Ginny was still dealing with the loss even though she had watched Harry leave long before that, telling him if he left there would be no need for him to come back. She had been childish and selfish then; she couldn't understand why Harry still felt the need to fight. He had already sacrificed so much. He had won, he had killed Voldemort, and she couldn't see why the ministry couldn't leave him alone and round up the rest of the death eaters themselves.

She remembered sitting in her room at the burrow, in the early morning hours talking with Harry in the time he had before he was supposed to leave. He had woken up before her and it had appeared that he was trying to leave without saying goodbye. This hurt her especially after everything that had happened the night before.

She had begged and pleaded with him to be done fighting.

"Harry," she said "you have done enough, why can't you let someone else clean up the mess"

"Ginny, you don't understand I have to make sure that the rest of the death eaters are either locked up in Azkaban or dead." He replied.

At this she had taken his hand, "but Harry, it's not your job, you stopped Voldemort, let the Auror's round up the death eaters."

"Ginny, I can't let any more innocent people die. Think of Fred, or Tonks and Remus. My godson doesn't have his parents because I didn't finish Voldemort in time.

At the mention of her dead brother's name, she had started to cry. She knew that Harry wouldn't let it go, and that eventually he would leave. She couldn't understand how he considered it to be his fault, but that was Harry, he had always been the one to take all the blame upon himself. Letting the guilt burden itself upon his shoulders.

"But I need you" she had told him. This didn't convince him; he just said he needed her to support him. So she told him, "If you leave Harry, don't worry about coming back. I won't wait for you like I did before; I wasted enough time waiting on the famous Harry Potter I can't go through that again."

Then she watched him walk out the door, only pausing when he stepped out onto the landing, looking back he only said "I'm sorry, love" and then she watched him disappear down the stairs.

Ginny awoke the next morning around nine o'clock stiff and groggy from falling asleep in the armchair. She listened for a moment, and resigned that James was still asleep in his bed. She went into the kitchen put the kettle on the stove, and went to check on James. She opened the door quietly, only to find James sitting on the floor playing with his Hogwarts

"Good morning my little snitch" said Ginny.

"Hi mummy" James mumbled, while urging his miniature Dumbledore to swim with the giant squid.

"Come here you" Ginny exclaimed as she swooped in and picked James up in her arms. "I want my good morning hug"

Ginny hugged James, and carried him out into the kitchen.

"So snitch what are we going to do today?"

"Can we go to Grandmum's house?" James asked.

Ginny thought about it for a moment silently thanking Merlin that it was a Saturday and she was able to spend some time relaxing today with James; She knew for a fact if she went to the burrow her mother would want to talk to her about the memorial service, but she knew that Victorie, her brother bill and sister-in-law Fleur's five year old would be there as well as Teddy Lupin, Harry's six year old godson and she knew James would love to spend some time with them.

"Sure" Ginny agreed. "Go put your clothes on, and I'll be in there in a minute to tie your shoe laces."

James jumped up with a howl of excitement and ran down the hallway towards his room.

"Don't forget your jumper" she called to his retreating back.