Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. And, I'm just trying this out, it's just... an idea. So, I'm sorry if it's horrible, or if it's boring... But, please review it anyway. If you didn't read it, just say you didn't lol.

"Harry, you know I love you but, you can't do this to me. You can't leave.

You're his father."

He stands there at the doorway staring at Ginny. 2 of his bags are on the floor, 1 on his shoulder. His eyes portray shock. His body language portrays shock. His mouth, hanging, portrays shock.

He must be shocked.

He thought that Ginny looked stunning. She was wearing a sundress, spagghetti strapped, floral, pink, her favorite colour. She was barefooted because she just woke up from her afternoon nap to find Harry leaving, a note beside her from him stating his entire plan and that he'll be home as soon as he can. But, now, could he choose between the love of his life with his son and saving the rest of the world again? It's not like he could leave Ginny but not his son. He just felt it easier if she was not pregnant. Their neighbours were well and good and could keep her company. Now, it's a whole different story.

On one hand, he loved Ginny so much, the mere idea of spending the rest of his life with her - even if it's for 5 more minutes - is absolute bliss and it would be so much easier than trying to find some sort of love child of Voldermort and Bellatrix Lestrange, and, what? Kill the child? Make him do good? Bring him to the Light? Or could be, a her?

On the other hand, it's a love child between Lord Voldermort, evil, wretched, cold-hearted, pure darkness, murderer of Harry's parents and only with one-seventh of his soul left in his body - when he was alive at least - and Bellatrix Lestrange, known for not only killing Harry's own god father, Sirius Black, the last vague family member he had, but also torturing his best friend, Neville Longbottom's, parents to insanity. He owed it to all of them, even if he never knew some, who died in the hands of these two incredibly vicious people. He needed vengence. Even the slightest trace of Voldermort made him mad, it made him think of everything the man had did to his life, how he destroyed it without even thinking with only 2 magical words and the flick of his wand.

His wand...

Harry reached for his wand in the pocket of his jeans. He knew it was there. He tapped his thighs. Nothing. Back pockets? Nope. Where did his wand go? Then, there it was, being waved in front of his face.

"Ginny, give it back."

"You can be so forgetful sometimes, I wonder how you're supposed to save the world."

"Ginny. Please give it back."

"No. You're not leaving unless I'm going with you."

"You're not leaving Godric's Hollow, it's the only safe place on earth! Unless you want to go to Mars."

"You're not leaving your child!"

Once again, Harry was in shock. He couldn't think. What should he do?

"You're not leaving our child." Ginny looked sad now. She had tears in her eyes. They sparkled in the afternoon sun before trickling down her cheeks, leaving a trace where they ran.

Harry walked two steps to reach Ginny. She began sobbing before he could hold her head and pull it to his shoulder. He held her in embrace for what felt like the longest time. Harry still couldn't think. Ginny and baby, or world? Should he be selfish for once, or be the world's babysitter again? Instead of making a choice, he did what he found he could do best only with Ginny. Tell her what exactly was on his mind.

"I don't know what to do anymore. I thought it'd be easier if you didn't know that I was going away. I was pretty certain I could beat whatever it was Seamus told me about with Voldermort and Bellatrix but... Here we are, back to square one, huh? I don't want to leave you, or our child. I don't want to leave the last safe place on earth. I don't want to know about this love child and I don't want to care. But, it seems as if I have to. Ron and Hermoine are going as well and you know how much it tortures me to see them together with their public display of affection, especially if you're not there with me, but Ginny, please... I love you too much to risk you. I love this baby too much, even if I've never met him." Harry brought Ginny to shoulder's length and touched her tummy. Somewhere in there, there's life, he thought. At that, He smiled.

Ginny loved that smile. It made her happy. But, for some reason, the happiness that smile usually evokes in her did not work on the sorrow she felt just then.

He gently took his wand back from Ginny and pocketed it. He kissed her on her forehead, then her right cheek, left cheek, then gently on her lips. He held back the tears on the brims of his eyes. He walked back quickly to the doorway and enchanted the 2 bags into his backpack. He opened the front door and immediately felt the warm summer wind on his face. He took a step out, closed the door and didn't look back. He couldn't, he didn't have the heart to. He knew Ginny would be standing there, waiting for him to look back just once, to keep him there in her arms forever. He simply couldn't risk that.

He felt a tug on the back of his shirt before he apparated.