Here's the third chapter! I'd like to say a big thanks to my reviewers, and I hope you enjoy this story. All characters you don't recognize belong to me etc. etc. :)

I know, I'm not one for big authors notes. They bore me.

"Do they hate me, mum?"

Ginny and Jamie were laying in Ginny's old room, the worn bed barely supporting both of their weight. The two of them had just spent the last two hours explaining why they were absent from the family before now, which wore them both out emotionally.

It had been a long night.

"Ginny... this is... Harry's son? Your son?" Asked Arthur Weasley, looking at the boy as if he were an apparition.

"Yes, dad. Please... let me explain... with no interruptions." Ginny brought her son over to the fire place, where they both sat down. Breathing deep, the redhead began her tale.

"I was sixteen... and madly in love with Harry Potter. Who, unfortunately, was out every other day finding and destroying those Horcruxes. My sixth year was one filled with worry, want, and anguish. You all remember what those times were like – I think I aged about five years in three months.

"And then a fortnight before the Final Battle, Harry was alone in his dorm. Ron, I think you were out with Hermione, and I'm almost positive that Dean, Seamus, and Neville had detention. Apparently they pulled a prank on Snape during potions. Anyway, I remember sneaking into Harry's room, and finding him laying on his bed, staring into space.

"Oh mum – don't be disappointed in me – but the next thing I knew, I had given him my innocence. It was nothing like those romance novels I used to read – Harry was awkward and it hurt an awful lot. But at the same time, it was just beautiful. I wasn't that same naive little girl who thought life would last forever. I knew that I had to express to Harry how much I loved him – how much I cared.

"Two weeks later, on the eve of battle, Harry made sure to tell me to stay safe. I told him I'd be at St. Mungo's waiting for him to return, and he gave me this sad little smile, that broke my heart. Then he was gone, and I was whisked away to help the nurses heal wounded soldiers."

Ginny stopped, and looked around the room. Her mother was crying freely, while her father was pacing the floor. Fred and George had their heads bent, both thinking about the graphic battle that had happened so long ago. Ron was sitting ashen-faced, hands gripping the arms of a worn wooden chair. Bill and Charlie were both glaring at inanimate objects, as if they had said something rude.

Jamie rubbed his mothers back, and whispered, "go on." Ginny nodded, willing herself not to cry, and continued.

"Nine hours. I waited nine bloody hours! Then... then a cheer rose up throughout the building, and I ran to the lobby. That's when I saw him. Harry was being placed on this stretcher, all sweaty and bloodied up. I could tell that it wasn't his blood – there was barely a scrape on him! Except for his scar. That was bleeding freely – and... Merlin, his glasses weren't even broken! I just... lost it, and dragged his stretcher into a private room, telling everybody that I would take care of him.

"They all obliged, of course, because all of them were too happy to care. Too preoccupied to realize that Harry might be hurt. But I checked him, and there was nothing wrong. No internal bleeding, no broken bones, just his scar. And then he woke up. Argh, I can just picture that day like it happened five minutes ago! What he did..."

This time Ginny did start to cry. For five minutes Jamie comforted her, knowing what came next. Knowing what his father did to them. He almost started crying himself.

Some hero, he thought.

"Sorry... I... it's hard, you know?"

"Please, Ginny... what happened?" Asked Molly fearfully.

"What happened was this. Harry woke up, and I ran to him, crying, telling him that he would live! He could probably leave St. Mungo's with a few hours rest! And do you know what he said? Do you!" Ginny shrieked the last part, arms flapping wildly.

"N-no... what did he say?"

Flashback

"Harry!" Ginny flung her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "Oh Harry! You're going to be fine! You did it! We're free!"

"Ginny..." Harry croaked. "Ginny... my life's purpose was to vanquish Voldemort. I did that. There's nothing left for me."

Ginny looked down at Harry with confusion written all over her face. "Wha-what are you saying, Harry? What do you mean there's nothing left for you? What about me? Our dreams! Remember? We were going to have a dog... you said I could get a dog! And... and we were going to fix up Godric's Hollow... and our kids, Harry! A boy and a girl! What about Ron... Hermione? What about them, Harry?"

"Ginny... please. Don't you think I want that? There's just something that doesn't feel right. 'One can't live while the other survives' thats what the prophecy said. But I don't think I can live without Voldemort, crazy as that sounds. I feel... like a part of my soul is missing. How can I be good to you, when I can't even be good to myself?"

"It's just the shock of everything being finished, Harry! Thats all!" Ginny sobbed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "'Death is just the next great adventure.' Dumbledore said that, did you know? And he was right. There's no need to fear death. There's no need... no need." Harry's voice was getting weaker, and Ginny knew he was leaving her.

"I'm pregnant!" She shouted.

Harry looked up at her with an anguished face. "Tell... tell the baby that... that I'm sorry. I am sorry, Gin'. I'm so sorry."

And then he was gone.

/flashback

"That bastard!" Ginny shouted. "That fucking bastard left me! He knew we were going to have a child! He broke our promises... he was going to live! He... he loved me... I thought... I thought he loved me... he was so selfish!" Ginny was hysterical, and her family looked shocked. They all thought Harry died of battle wounds, not because he willed himself to.

"Where can we sleep?" Asked Jamie, whilst pulling his mother to her feet (she was still sobbing wildly).

"F-follow me..." said Arthur shakily, leading them up the stairs and into Ginny's old room. "I'm sorry there's only one bed–"

"It's okay," said Jamie quickly, lying Ginny down. "I think we'll go to sleep now," he said pointedly, and Arthur left the room.

0o0o0

"Jamie... Jamie hunny, wake up."

Ginny watched as he tossed and turned, mumbled a few choice words (that Molly would have had an apoplexy had she heard them) and opened his eyes groggily. "Mum?"

"Are you ready to go to Diagon Alley today?"

Jamie sat up, and shook his head wildly. "Are you feeling better, mum?"

"Lets not talk about last night, I... I acted like an idiot."

"It's okay, mum... you still lo–"

"I don't love your father anymore. I don't."

"Are you sure you're not trying to convince yourself?" Asked Jamie wryly. Ginny smacked him over the head with a pillow.

"I'm sure. The memories are just hard to live through... but I'll be okay. We'll be okay." She stood up, and smoothed the wrinkles out of her green tank top. "Mum – your grandmum – made breakfast. Eat quickly, we have to be at the Leaky Cauldron in half an hour."

"Okay," said Jamie getting out of the small bed.

The kitchen was warm, and the sun shone brightly through the glass windows. Molly was busily making pancakes and bacon, while Arthur was reading the paper. The Burrow was devoid of any of the life it held the night before – everybody went home to relate the tale of their missing sister to their wives.

Ginny cleared her throat. "Mum?"

Molly smiled. "Hello, Ginny. Bacon?"

"No thanks, I'm not hungry. James is, though."

Nodding, Molly set down a plate in front of her grandson, full of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and toast. Jamie looked up at his mother, bewildered.

"I... I can't eat all of this! I don't think I've seen this much food in my life!"

"What?" Asked Molly sharply. "Haven't you ever had a proper meal?"

"Not one like this! Mum and I were lucky if we got a piece of toast..." he trailed off with a warning look from Ginny.

"What is this I hear?" Asked Molly shrilly. "Where have you been Ginny? Why didn't you come home?"

"This is no time to explain, mum." Said Ginny softly. "James and I have to go to Diagon Alley today. There's some business I have to take care of at the Leaky Cauldron. We should be heading there in a few moments. Try to eat, James."

"You're leaving? Again?"

"Molly, she'll be back." Said Arthur, looking up from his paper. "Just let her be."

"Thanks dad," said Ginny.

"I'm done, mum! Lets go."

"Right. We'll apparate, it's quicker. Come along, James." With a wave to her parents, mother and son disappeared.