Prolouge
It's been years since you left me here alone, forcing me every day to rise for our son. Years since I felt like a had more than one reason to stay put and not run away into the darkness. It's been calling for me like I have been calling for you every night in my sleepless nightmares. I even wonder where I stand in the world now. I'm not as important as I was when you were here. Nothing is as important. I achieve nothing. It's worth nothing. What's the point if I don't have anyone to share it with? I know that you are waiting for me, as I am waiting for the day myself. I can't do this alone......
Thud. Harry dropped to the stone floor like a rag doll after Lord Voldemort sent him flying off a short ledge of 10 to 20 feet after he deflected Harry's spell. Viens wrapped their way out of his body as he coiled up the pain from the fall searing on his back. Voldemort's dark and powerful laughed erupted from above him as a black form glided towards the ledge from Harry flew. For the first time in 20 years, he was going to defeat the boy who almost lived. "I'm going to enjoy killing your son next." The spirit whispered slicing through the air to Harry's bleeding ears.
"Harry! Get up! You must get up!" Ron cried. He had come with Harry as backup against Voldemort but was immediately disabled after Voldemort crushed his legs under a boulder of rocks. His wand was just out of his reach and with more than 200 pounds of pressure sitting on him, he could do nothing but try to support Harry. "Do it for your wife! Your family!" Ron cried his horse voice cracking as he started to cry. The world started to blacken around him as his body turned weak and cold. It was up to Harry now.
He pulled himself up from the ground, tucking his arm in for protection from it being fractured standing up defiantly to Voldemort. He was not letting his son go through what he had to in his childhood-- forced to comply with people he disgusted, spend every holiday alone-- not for James. Voldemort took his wife from him, and his parents, but he will never take his son's happiness like he done to him constantly lurking trying to put his life to an end. The wand shook in his hands uncontrolably as he raised it directed towards he-who-must-not-be-named and began to cry. The pain that he had faced for 19 odd years had finally come to a head. All that anyone had worked for towards a good life this was the time to gaurentee their future and their children's future. It was all up to Harry like it had been so many times before. Voldemort had tricks up his sleeve, but Harry had something more in his body than anyone in this world. Vengence. "Adavra Kedavra bitch."