Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I only own myself. How sad is that?

Harry weakened, his knees shaking. He quavered and dropped to his knees. Tears leaked out of his eyes for his new, unknown son that would never grow up knowing his father. Harry screamed until his voice was hoarse. Parvati came running into the room, but Ginny waved her away.

"How could you do this?" Harry quavered looking up at Ginny who too had tears in her eyes.

"Harry." Ginny trembled.

"I said HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!" Harry raged. In his eyes, Ginny saw anger, shock, hurt, and... pain. She was so hurt too. Her son - her SON was dying and her once love did not love her anymore. But Harry could be with anyone he wanted to be with, she decided. She left him, and that was final. Yet Ginny could not help but feel an oppressive wave of pain and hurt. The lump in her throat intensified.

"I have to go," Ginny mumbled before she would break down in front of him. She Flooed back to St. Mungo's. Harry caught that much. As soon as she left, Harry let out a dry sob. And he screamed. He tore through his flat. After about thirty minutes, Harry stared numbly at a picture of him and Ginny at Fleur's and Bill's wedding. He roared and tried to throw it at the wall, but Parvati stopped it with her wand and sent it flying back to the counter.

"I don't think you would want to destroy that." Parvati told him with a nervous smile. She sat down on a clean part of the couch. "Harry, I apologize. I may have just ruined everything for you and Ginny. See, I think that Dean is cheating on me. So I came to you. Which was wrong and I am sorry. I hope that everything works out. Er... I will just apparate out." Harry was barely listening but he was still comprehended what she said. Before he could say goodbye though, she had disapparated.

"Oh Ginny." Harry held his head in hands. She must think that he was with Parvati. Yet Harry could not help but feel pride. He had a son! He had created a son! He grabbed a jacket, his wand, and his bag and jumped into the Floo, immediately Flooing to St. Mungo's. Inside, the hospital was bustling. There was a long line of people including a man who had a tentacle sticking out of his head, an exhausted lady with a crying child who was switching

colors from blue to purple to green to orange and back again, and a young boy with bird legs who was holding his mother's hand. Harry shoved past them all, to many "hey!" 's and "watch it"s.

"Where is my son? He- he is in a coma? Small, three year old?" Harry asked, just realizing that he did not know his son's name.

"Er... James Potter?" Harry's heart swelled knowing what Ginny had named their child.

"Yes, yes that will be him." Harry rushed.

"Room 483, Level Four, have a nice day-" But Harry was already up the stairs going to their room.

Ginny sat next to James, tears pouring down her face from Harry's betrayal. She half-expected, no - expected him to wait for her. Not to go with one of their classmates after she leaves. She sobbed. But she shouldn't be thinking about Harry. She stared at her son. The ginger witch had watched him take his first steps, speak his first words, cry his first cry. Ginny cried into the bed sheet.

"I'm sorry James. I really messed up. I messed up big this time, honey. You never got to go to Hogwarts. You never got to have a girl over. You-you n-never got to meet D-daddy." Ginny took deep breathes until she was ready to speak again. "But you are a fighter and I really hope that you can pull through. I love you, James, so if you can't do it for me, can you do it for Daddy? He would love to meet you. And you will love him. Did you know that you

look just like him?" She laughed shakily. "I see him in your eyes every day. But guess what James? If you wake up, I will take you to see Daddy. And you can see Daddy's g-g-girlfriend. I am sorry honey, but Daddy doesn't love Mummy like he used t-t-to. Do you want me to sing you you a song?

There once was a boy with raven black hair.

Who had mum and dad that truly did care.

His eyes were as green as a pickled toad.

His hair as dark as a freshly paved road.

His temper came from his mother,

And she love him like no other.

His parents love him a whole ton.

And his dad was very much fun.

A boring day was very rare.

Because his parents did really care

About the boy with raven black hair." Ginny finished with tears streaming down her cheeks. James asked her to sing that every night and whenever she spoke of his parents he clapped or his dad he sung along. Little did Ginny know that Harry was listening the whole entire time.

"I love him." Harry whispered, and Ginny only barely heard him, but she looked up surprised. He walked over to James and kissed his forehead, tears streaming down his face. "We created him. He is our... son." Ginny looked up. James was bent over James, his lips on his forehead. The door opened and closed and Healer Prewell and Healer Frank entered the room, looking uncomfortable.

"Er... Mr. Potter. What a surprise! Er... Ginny is it okay if he is in here?" Harry was about to shout that he was James' father, but Ginny just nodded weakly.

"Well, young Mr. Potter's vitals were improving slightly. We are here to see how he is doing and to carry out our procedure." Healer Frank finished before both of them stepped over the now whimpering James and started casting spells. After casting a particularly hard spell where the shining gray light landed on James' chest. Healer Prewell who had cast the spell, dropped her wand and gasped. He ran over to Healer Frank who looked at them with a huge smile after hearing the news.

"Er... we will go run some tests and be back." Ginny was dying to know what had happened, but she patiently waited. One hour past, two, three. Four hours later, and Ginny was asleep next to James. Harry kept his eyes open, barely lowering his eyelids to blink. He was never going to let James out of his sight. Eventually, Healer Prewell came in, shaking Ginny awake gently. She darted awake, looking very regretful that she had fallen asleep. Harry tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it ended up more as a grimace.

"Like last time, we have good news and er... bad news. Bad news - James is obviously still in his coma. Good news - James is improving and his vitals have increased dramatically since dear Mr. Potter has arrived." Healer Prewell could not suppress an enormous grin at this point. "And being the fighter James is - he might make it!"

"You were wrong you know." Harry looked at Ginny later who looked confused, "I don't have a girlfriend. Parvati thought Dean was cheating on her, so she kissed me and then - well you walked in -" Harry rubbed the back of his neck and grinned, expecting Ginny to look relieved, but in fact she looked the opposite.

"Harry, that's REALLY funny because Neville was going to go on a date Parvati the night that James went into his coma." Ginny held her head in her hands and sighed. She held up her hand as Harry began to speak. "Please, just don't." Harry returned his gaze to James and did not speak.

"You know, I never really gave up on you. I mean - oh course there were times, but, I never forgot you. Never stopped looking. Not really." Harry cracked and when he looked up at Ginny, he had tears in his eyes. He leaned in slowly. She didn't lean forward like him - yet she didn't pull back. Ginny melted into the kiss as Harry pressed his warm and comforting lips against hers. Harry felt tears running down Ginny's face as he cupped her face in his hands

Her hands were still tangled up in his hair when he pulled away.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?" Harry asked anxiously while wiping tears away from her cheeks.

"No, no." Ginny laughed. "It's just -"

"Yay! Mummy and Daddy!" Ginny screamed and turned as James sat up and rub his fists into his eyes. He grinned at his dad who was clearly in shock.

"James." Harry whispered while Healer Prewell, Neville, and Healer Frank burst into the room. Maybe the presence of his popular dad was okay, but when three unfamiliar people all crowded in the room, James tried to crawl on his mother's lap but freaked out when the machine connected to him restricted that. Then, James totally had a panic attack. He flailed and screamed, resisting the attempts of Healer Frank to detach him. Finally, Ginny had to hold him down while Healer Frank detached him. When he was finally free from the Muggle machine, James, sobbing, crawled onto Ginny's lap. He cried there while Ginny rocked him, until he fell asleep. The Healers then assumed that it was safe to check his health and vitals. They give him some potions. And finally told them what was happening.

"Okay - sorry for the wait. So, James is fine! He came out of his coma and everything. He truly is a fighter. Now, he may be a little sleepy or disoriented from what happened, so we have a list of potions for him to have every night. Finally, no Apparating. That is it!" Healer Prewell told them.

"Thank you." All of the sudden, the door flew open. A sweaty, black-haired witch stood there, ash covering most of her clothing.

"Mrs. Weasley, I am so sorry. Your house - it's - gone." Then the witch fainted. Harry looked anxiously towards Ginny who looked shocked and concerned.

"We have to Floo to the cafe down the street. That will be out best option." Ginny grabbed James, and was about to step into the Floo.

"Wait. What about me? I am coming too!" Harry protested and grabbed her small wrist.

"No, Harry. We have to go." The fire turned an emerald green and James and Ginny - disappeared. Harry froze. He had no idea where Ginny was. Harry turned around and grabbed the unconscious witch.

"Enervate." The witch looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"Where does Ginny live?!" Harry asked her and she must have seen the desperation in his eyes, for she told him where. Harry leapt into the fireplace and was gone.

Ginny cried. And cried. She wished Harry was there to comfort her, yet she wished he wasn't. She stared at her apartment. It was on fire. In it contained her clothes during labor, the floor where James took his first steps, the comfort that home held after a long day of practice. Her broomstick, and -

"Accio picture!" There was silence for a moment before through the wall burst the framed picture of Harry and Ginny and Bill's wedding. She smiled at the smoldering picture. She cleared it of ash and looked at it. The ginger witch remembered her delight and how much fun she had been having. And she sighed. In longing. For that day to repeat itself. She closed her eyes and imagined Harry's arms around her. Slowly encasing her in a hug. Squeezing her tightly. Wait - there were arms squeezing her tightly! She opened her eyes to emerald green ones.

"Harry. Please -" Ginny started uncomfortably aware of the picture in her hand.

"Ginny, you and James can stay with me! I can clean up the flat and everything!" Harry looked longingly at her, "Please?" Ginny wanted to give in and say yes, but she knew that she couldn't. She turned away.

"Please? Ginny? Please?" Ginny sighed and Harry lead her back into the cafe.

"I will see if I can salvage anything from the wreckage." Harry nodded as Ginny turned away.

"I can take James?" Harry whispered softly, wondering if that was pushing it and indeed it was as Ginny glared at him and turned away. Harry sighed and walked into the Floo very reluctantly. He did not want to let Ginny out of his sights again.

Harry stepped back to admire his work. He had cleaned up the flat fairly well. The flat contained only one bedroom, so Harry would sleep on the pull out couch. He moved all of the paperwork to his make-shift office. He grinned at his work. Then hit himself in the head. Where was the toddler stuff for James? He quickly disapparated and apparated outside a furniture shop in Diagon Alley. As he wandered around the shop, but saw nothing to his liking. As Harry was about to leave the shop, he saw it. It was… perfect. The color was a forest green and it was a small children's bed with slight bars only coming up about a foot, so he could crawl out, but not fall out while sleeping. The cot mobile above showed a deer, frog, moose, wolf, and squirrel and was in the shape of a tree. When you waved your wand over it, the animals climbed around and up the tree and it played soft, twinkling music. Harry loved it. He immediately paid for it and shrunk it, before stowing it in his bag gently. On his walk back to his flat, he passed a Muggle toy shop. He grinned thinking he might take James there sometime. That was before he saw the perfect little toy - a small, plush stag, similar to the one on the mobile. Harry smiled and bought it before apparating back to his flat. He got there just in time as his fireplace turned emerald green and a soot covered Ginny and a wailing James stepped out. He grimaced.

"Here, Ginny, I will take James for a bath while you take a shower." Ginny looked too exhausted to argue and set down two suitcases. He pointed towards one of the bathrooms and lifted a crying James up. When James saw who was holding him, he immediately calmed down and flung his arms around Harry's neck.

"Daddy! I wuv you." Harry blushed and laughed nervously. He did not have any experience with children, except Hermione and Ron's Rose and Fleur and Bill's Victoire. He sighed.

"I love you too James! Want to take a bath?" James shook his head and scrambled to get to the ground.

"I wanna play!" James giggled. He scrambled to Ginny's suitcase. James ran after him, but James had already opened it. Ginny's underwear and bras spilled out and Harry felt himself grow hard. He immediately shut the suitcase, but James had already grabbed what he needed, a little rubber ducky.

"Daddy!" James screamed in delight as Harry picked him up and pretended to be an airplane, soaring him to the bathroom. It was going to be a fun bath.

Harry laughed, exhausted.

"Oh, James, let me go grab your clothes. Can you stay here in your towel?" James giggled and nodded, scrambling to grab his towel. Harry ran to the den to grab his clothes and stopped. There - in only a towel - stood Ginny. She was looking incredible sexy with long, smooth legs. Harry imagined what laid underneath the towel. He smirked and felt himself grow hard again. He suppressed a groan. Ginny turned around suddenly, taking in Harry - almost fully aroused now - and him staring at her. She blushed and ran to the bathroom. Harry cursed. She totally saw everything. Harry blushed too, but just grabbed James' clothes and ran back into the bathroom. When he got there, he saw James curled up in a ball underneath the towel. Harry grinned.

"Hmmm, I wonder where James is? Wait what? Why is there this big, fuzzy rock here?" Harry gestured towards to the towel. He walked over to it and pretended to sit down on it. James giggled and squirmed. "Oooh! This is a wiggly rock! I think that I will see if there are any bugs!" Harry reached through the towel and started tickling James. He tickled his little toes and his belly. James giggled harder and harder until he finally flipped over. "Oh! This is James! Silly James..." Harry tickled him some more before dressing him, much to James disappointment.

"Pway! Pway! Pway wif James!" James told him excitedly. Harry scooped James up like an airplane and soared him back in the den. He flopped down on the couch. James crawled on his chest.

"Yay! Daddy!" James giggled and curled deeper in his chest. Harry nearly started crying, knowing what he missed. He started tickling James again, until James grew sleepy. He yawned and hugged Harry tighter before falling asleep, his little chest rising and falling. Harry stared at him, perfectly content, until he too fell asleep.

Ginny rounded the corner, toweling off her hair. She was very embarrassed. And uncomfortably aware of Harry's arousal. She just hoped she could just get James in bed without any trouble. As she took in the den, she had to suppress a laugh and settle for a smile.

"Oh Harry." Harry's arm was wrapped protectively around James who was curled into Harry's chest. They were both asleep, Harry snoring lightly. Ginny could not help, but let her gaze fall to Harry's pants. She blushed.

Ginny decided to leave James there - though reluctantly. She had never slept without him before. But she was just a room away like always. Ginny walked to the bedroom, where clean sheets rested on the bed. She curled up into the bed, pulling the covers over her. She sniffled and knew it was going to be a long night, like all nights.

Harry awoke, searching for what had woken him up. A scream, coming from his room.

Hola! I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry, this was really long and harder to write than normal. School starts again tomorrow, but I will probably be able to get at least one chapter in next week. I hope that you liked this chapter…

Anyways, in case you did not notice, I changed the rating to M. I think that is more appropriate. I know that I made some suggestive comments in this chapter, but I do not feel comfortable describing sex. I will not be doing that, but that does not mean I will not add some more mature content which is why this is an "M" story now.

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