A/N Thanks to more people reviewing!! It makes me feel so special!!! But anyway, Harry's having a bit of a situation, so I'll go ahead and expand it shall I??

More Misery

Harry woke up, two weeks after he had found out about his son. He still found it hard to even think about it, he had had a son, but the worst part was thinking about why he had been taken from him.

When Harry had left the Burrow that day, he had gone to the Leaky Cauldron, told Tom to have a room ready for him for when he got back and walked out, ignoring the questions from Tom and the people running up to him trying to talk to him. Harry walked for at least six hours after that, long after sunset, and he had no idea where he was going. Soon he found himself in a secluded field somewhere, far from everywhere, and doubted if he was going to ever go back. He thought to himself, 'maybe if I stay here for a few months, I'll wither away and no one will notice?' But then he realised that was a bit of a stupid idea, seeing as though he saved the world, someone was bound to notice he'd disappeared again. So Harry sat in the field for hours, and stammered back into the pub when the sun was rising, looking dishevelled and tired, for he had been awake the whole time, hardly blinking, with his son swimming through his head, he didn't even know what he looked like.

Harry laid in bed for a few minutes planning out his day. Since he hadn't been to the Weasley's house since that day, he always had to make plans for his days, otherwise he'd have nothing to do, and no way to get away from the press, who still hadn't had a full interview with him. All the reporters ever got out of him was 'no comment' or 'leave me alone' or even something that is not repeatable in a civilised place.

Harry soon had had a shower and was down the stairs into the main bar of the building, and regretting his decision to come down so late in the morning.

"Mr Potter! Please take a few moments to answer some questions!"

"Mr Potter, would you like a drink?"

"Mr Potter! Where did Dumbledore die?"

"Mr Potter, I admire you."

"Mr Potter! How did it feel to know you saved the world?"

Mr Potter Mr Potter Mr Potter, that's all he ever got these days. He hated people calling him that for a start, but dozens of people at once? It made him feel so, fatherly… At least at the Weasley's house he wouldn't have been treated like this.

That's when he decided. He changed his plan for the day and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, and apparated to the Weasley's house for one last time.

"Oh, Harry, dear. Come in," Mrs Weasley closed the door behind Harry, "Would you like to see…" She trailed off, obviously not knowing what to say.

"Can I talk to Ginny?" Harry said with a gruff voice that made Mrs Weasley jump.

"Yes dear, I'll just get her," She turned around to see Ginny standing on the bottom most stair in the hallway.

"Can we go upstairs?" Harry asked looking at her.

Ginny nodded silently and they walked up the stairs and into Ginny's room, which was unoccupied. They sat down next to each other on her bed and sat in stony silence. Harry waited for Ginny to say something, but no words came, so he started.

"I'm sorry I haven't come to see you for a while," He said quietly.

"That's ok, I'm just glad you're here now," Ginny replied equally as quietly.

They sat in silence for minutes more, each willing the other to speak.

"Ginny," Harry started, "I want to know, what happened, exactly. Please. Why aren't you at Hogwarts? Or Ron or Hermione?"

"We couldn't face going back, not with you in hospital, we weren't sure if you were going to come out alive, and Hogwarts has too many memories of you, and us, and, Dumbledore," Ginny paused after saying this to see Harry flinch, almost like people used to flinch at the word 'Voldemort'. "I don't think I'll ever go back, I've been through too much."

Instantly after saying this, Ginny regretted it. The look on Harry's face was indescribable apart from, 'if looks could kill, Ginny would have been stone cold on the floor by now'.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said quietly, "I didn't…"

"Forget it!" Harry's tone was louder than he had expected it to be and it made Ginny jump with fright. "Ginny, just tell me what happened," He said more calmly.

"It's har…" She bit her tongue before the entire word came out of her mouth, she would have regretted that as well. "I mean, I've never had to explain it before so it might, take a while." Harry nodded in agreement; he went through the same thing while telling them all about Dumbledore's death. "Well, when I found out I was pregnant, it was about two months after you left that I actually admitted it to myself, I told Hermione, and she was her usual self and was all dramatic about it. Saying that I should get rid of it because it could have been Malfoy's, remember?" Harry shuddered as he remembered finding out that Ginny had basically been raped by Draco Malfoy. "Well, I had a test done and it turned out it was your baby, protection must have split… But anyway, I said I was going to keep him, because, oh Harry, it was the strangest feeling," Ginny took his hand without noticing, "He was inside of me, and it was like a part of you was there, and you were with me. I'd never kill anything that was a part of you."

Ginny wiped the tears away from her cheeks and let go of Harry's clammy hand.

Sniffing, she carried on, "But anyway, since I wasn't going to get rid of it, I had to tell my parents, and at first they went crazy, but then I told them the child was yours, and my dad kind of, went silent, and my mum said it was ok, because she 'knew' that we were in love from the first day we… met… Harry?"

He didn't even realise he was doing it, but Harry was crying. He didn't know why, because nothing in this story was sad, so far. He gestured for Ginny to go on.

"Well, they told me I had to come home from Hogwarts, and it was a hard decision to make, but I wanted my, our, baby, so I came home the night after telling them. I had the baby and…"

"Do people know, that I have, had, a child?" Harry cut in.

Ginny shook her head, "No, people thought I came home because a member of my family got killed and I couldn't handle it, but Ron could, he had to put on an act in school like he was devastated but wanted to carry on. So the only people in the world that know about our baby are you, Hermione and my family."

"But Voldemort knew; how did he find out when I didn't even know?" Harry wondered out loud.

"I've never thought about that actually, maybe a Death Eater told him?" Ginny suggested.

"No, otherwise the Death Eater would have told he world, unless Voldemort told him or her not to."

"There's so many possibilities Harry, it doesn't make any difference now, does it? Our baby's gone, and he's not coming back," Ginny said this last sentence with so much venom in her voice that it startled Harry, he'd never known her so angry. She crumbled into a fit of tears, and for the first time in over two years, Harry hugged her, so close to him like his life depended on it.

"Ginny, how did it happen?" Harry asked, already thinking he knew the answer.

"Well, he was eighteen months old and, and one night we all got woken up by people breaking in, Ron must have run into Hermione's room, and I was all alone holding Jamie, and the next thing I knew, there were two death eaters in my room telling me to hand over the baby so no one got hurt. I wouldn't even speak to them, let alone hand over my little boy! Then, the stupid prat, Ron ran in and cursed one of them! Which obviously made the other retaliate, and when the other one woke up, I didn't realise and he just took Jamie from me and jumped out of the window. I screamed thinking they both must be dead but when I looked out of the window he was flying away on a broom, closely followed by the other who had pushed past me. So I was crying and being totally useless when Ron pulled me off the floor, pulled me down the stairs and onto a broom. Hermione was with us, and she was also crying," Ginny paused for a moment after her long monologue.

"Ginny, please just tell me how he died," Harry said impatiently.

Ginny looked at him sadly for a moment, and then said, "I can't Harry, it's horrible."

"Please, I need to know," Harry said.

Ginny sighed and continued. "Well, we followed them all the way to a random place, I don't know where it was, and, and we found You-know-who… Torturing him!" She sniffed and gulped back tears. "It was horrible Harry, my baby was on the floor, screaming, louder than he'd ever screamed at all, and then…"

"Yes?"

"And then the screaming stopped, and I begged him to let Jamie go, take me instead. Ron and Hermione were fighting Death Eaters. And Voldemort said, he said, 'I had no use but to stop." So I looked down at him, and he wasn't breathing, my little boy was dead. He'd been tortured to death, and HE was laughing, laughing at me crying! My poor little boy. My poor, poor little boy…"

"Who were the Death Eaters?" Harry asked, completely calm and without a single tear anymore.

"Well, I don't know, they were masked!" Ginny replied in between tears. "But one was a woman!" She added with so much hate that her ears went red, like Ron's.

"I bet I know who they were," Harry pondered.

"What are you going to do?" Ginny asked wearily, tears dying off.

Harry stayed silent.

"Harry, don't do anything stupid," She said slowly.

Once again, Harry said nothing and left the room without a backwards glance. He was going to leave this house, forever. Because he doubted he would ever get back. The wizarding world would have to survive without him from now on. He disapparated from the Burrow, ignoring the calls from Mrs Weasley and Ginny. After he had left, he regretted it a little, for he would never see either of them again. Never again would he see anyone again.

A/N Long chapter! But I think it was pretty good. I was disappointed with the start, but hey, we get over these things, after a bad chapter comes a good one, that's what I say……