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"What?" Ginny cleared her throat, clearly confused.

"Ginny - what I am trying to say, is that not all things you missed were good." Harry shoveled a bite of the pasta - which was delicious - into his mouth. James chattered to himself happily, sometimes eating small bites of the pasta.

"Such as…" Ginny set down her fork and leaned forward. Ginny scowled and redirected her attention to the red wine Harry had laid out for the adults.

"Er… missions. Right. As you know, I was training for an Auror when I left. I get deployed on missions that can last anywhere from one hour to…" Harry trailed off.

"Five months. Yeah, Hermione warned me before our first date. I am a little offended that you didn't tell me sooner. When do you leave?" Harry was shocked but hid it under a mask of unfortunate displeasure.

"Five o'clock tomorrow morning." Ginny did not have the sense to cover her shock and literally dropped her glass. Wine spread out on the table as Ginny's jaw dropped.

"Oopsy Mummy!" James stared at the puddle growing on the table and picked up his plate, peering underneath it.

"Five o'clock?!" Ginny nearly shouted, her normally calm voice high and shrill.

"Ginny -"

"No! Taylor told me this was going to be a long mission - maybe three months! I thought - I thought… more time… more t-t-time." This time, it was Harry's turn to be surprised.

"When?" Harry questioned her.

"No. He just sent a Patronus, Harry!" Harry cleaned up the mess. Ginny developed a firm, indifferent expression as she stared at her pasta. She angrily sighed. "It's fine Harry." And she continued to eat her dinner with a furious, hurried demeanor.

"Ginny-"

"You know what? No Harry. It's fine. You can ditch your son and your… me to go on a mission." Ginny said somewhat breathlessly. Harry recognized the hard blazing look in her eyes and he knew that this battle was already lost.

"Ginny, I can't control -" Ginny stood up and started clearing her and James half-eaten places. She threw them in the sink with a clatter before scooping up James and heading toward her rooms. "Ginny!" Harry clambered, unable to hide the hurt. He ran to the bedroom door and stepped back just in time as the door slammed shut. He heard James wail at this sudden change of plans. A muffled shout of "Daddy" melted Harry's heart. How could he leave them? He had to though. Right?

He knocked on the door lightly. No response.

Harry walked back to the kitchen and sat down on the hard, wooden chair. The pasta was cold and it wasn't so enjoyable now. He sighed and pushed back his plate before pulling it back forward. He finished quickly and walked to the room.

"Ginny?" Harry whispered, sensing a sleeping James. He didn't expect a reply.

"Mhmm."

"How about a date when I come back?" Harry mumbled, the idea coming to him suddenly. There was silence for an unbearable two minutes and surprisingly, the door opened. Ginny met him, her hair - a rat's nest, her eyes red and puffy. But she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Harry."

"Ginny."

"What if he comes back?"

"I don't know. I don't know Gin." Harry sighed, truly lost in a maze of thoughts

"I'm sorry, it's the first time you have truly left me-" Ginny whispered, the soft glow of

James' night light lighting up her face as Harry turned around.

"I will never leave you." And Harry grabbed her soft face and kissed her with such passion, he knew he wasn't the only one feeling it.

"Okay." A whispered reply. A quick kiss. And a long, sleepless night for both of them.

4:00 a.m. (next day)

Ginny wasn't awake when Harry woke up. He dressed quickly, packing only his Invisibility cloak, his wand, and snuck a picture of Ginny and James in a hidden pocket. That and some food - once they weren't able to eat for three days. They might have died if food hadn't come wandering in the form of a Yeti. Yetis, Harry found out, where quite real, but overexaggerated. They were quiet, peaceful carnivores - if you can call a carnivore peaceful. Nevertheless, it mostly just ate small ice rodents or other small animals. Or maybe a jirat if they are lucky - a sneaky fox that can reshape its body to fit in small spaces. It stole all of their food once, the sly devil.

Harry popped a piece of bread in the Muggle toaster that came with the flat, before grabbing some orange juice. "4:42", his cloak read. Harry scrambled, grabbing his burnt toast and jotting a quick note to Ginny. The wizard ran to the door and was about to open it.

"Harry!" Ginny's voice stopped him. She stood in her night gown, her hair up in a plait. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" Harry ran towards her for a hug but ended with a kiss.

"I love you, Ginny." Harry murmured into her damp hair that had that flowery scent. And Harry, well Harry never wanted to leave. But Ginny was already pushing him away, reluctantly.

"See you soon, for our next date." Ginny winked and with that, Harry had left with a grin, neither knowing when or if they would see each other again.

5:09 a.m.

"Hey! Oh - Potter." Taylor grabbed Harry's arm as soon as he stepped out of the apparation area and security. The bustling wizards and witches ran around them. He lead him to a meeting room. "Let's go. You are late. I am looking for Jones, Grant, and Carr." Harry nodded gravely, or as gravely as he could with the suddenness of the situation - seconds before, Ginny had dropped a wink.

"Right, er… Oscar's wife might be keeping him late and Riley Jones is naturally late." Taylor nodded distractedly. They walked turned around another hallway and soon, they were at the large meeting room.

Three men were already waiting in the room, looking similar to Harry with long cloaks and bulging pockets.

"Ten men?" Harry asked incredulously. Usually, there were only five. This was not good. Lot's of men meant sacrificial missions. Last time, there were twelve - three-month mission - and only four had returned home. That was Harry's worst mission.

"Got a problem Potter?" Two of the men snickered as Taylor stormed around, and began yelling at Jones, Carr, and Grant who just ran in. Harry's expression hardened.

"Listen men! We are going to Canada where we believe there is a group of Death Eaters that escaped, are tormenting Muggles. Three have already received the Avada Kedavra. We are staying with a woman named Tilly Foster. This mission will most likely last anywhere from one day to a year." Everyone rolled their eyes. Archie said this every time. Some of the men had gone on missions as long three years. But all of them, except Jones and another man, had families to return to. And Harry was sure now that he had one. "Let's go."

They got to their place by Floo normally, but to no one's surprise, they were shown the place and instructed to apparate their separately for safety reasons. The first person to leave was always Taylor last, Jones always last to ensure that everyone left. Once, no one had gone to the mission except Harry and another man. But Taylor had placed a charm in the room, so anyone that had left after Jones had to be transported with them. Complex, but efficient. Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't notice only he and Jones were left and he had missed the demonstration of where they were going.

"Er…" Harry glanced around the room. Finding it, he eyed the location and apparated there. His mission had begun.

8:34 a.m.

Ginny yawned as she sat up. Her back hurt from sitting on the couch for so long. Since Harry had left, she had made two cups of coffee and dropped James off at Hermione and Ron's after they requested. She had Quidditch practice in about thirty minutes but was delaying. She poured the rest of the coffee down the drain and stepped into her uniform. Yawn. The clock read "8:46" and Ginny apparated to work.

"Weasley!" Gwenog ran to her best friend, nearly tackling her. "You miss our game - which we lost…." The rest of the team cheered and Ginny grinned, hugging them all.

"I missed you guys!" And with that, Ginny was recalling everything that had happened over the past couple of weeks. It was bizarre, finally being with her team again. She sighed content, only to be plopped on her Lightning 2000 (second newest broom) and expected to be Keeper. But still, it was home.

11:06 p.m. (London time)

Ginny snuggled deeper into her bed but was unable to fall asleep. It had been a long day of Quidditch. She had gotten home at eight and had showered and eaten. Her first day without Harry was complete, and while she hadn't missed him all day, it felt as though all of this longingness was piling up in her. The witch sighed.

She slowly stepped out of her cold bed and padded over to the den. The couch, where Harry was sleeping was covered in rumpled sheets and a clean shirt of his. Ginny threw off her nightgown and tossed on his shirt, which came down to her thighs. Even though it was unused, the bed felt warm and inviting. And even smelled like Harry.

"Mummy?" She heard James little voice and pushed her body closer into the couch to make room for him.

"Sorry, honey." Ginny grabbed James and snuggled him into her.

"I wanna say goodnight to Daddy. I want him to give me a bath and read my story."

"But we already did all of that." James squirmed and fell on the floor. He stuck out his lower lop which was utterly adorable. And Ginny felt light-headed because he looked so much like Harry. But he whimpered. "James. He is going away for a while."

"No, he isn't!" And James ran to the bathroom, the kitchen. Looking and looking for something that just wasn't there. Ginny picked herself up. After looking around for fifteen minutes for James, Ginny began to freak out. But as she turned around, James was back in Harry's bed, punching the bed.

"No here! No here…" James cried angrily. Ginny cradled the poor boy and picked him up.

"Listen, shhhh. How about hot chocolate, baby?" James nodded, silent tears streaming down his face. Using his pajama sleeve, he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. Ginny set him on her waist and began to make the hot chocolate. "I don't know how either of us are going to survive without you, Harry."

6:23 a.m. (Arizona Time) … (next day)

Harry and the others woke up bright and early to investigate the Death Eaters situation. No Death Eaters. But the three victims had received the Avada Kedavra. So, Harry and the others camped out, waiting and waiting for a sign. They had no idea what was going to come.

3:00 p.m. (London time) … (one week later)

Clash! Ginny scrambled for the soapy pan on the floor. Her hair was a mess and so was the kitchen. Ginny's hand itched to use her wand, but she resisted those temptations.

Ginny had received a Patronus minutes before, letting her know that the mission was soon complete. All was going fine! It wasn't from Harry, but confirmation was all Ginny needed. As promised, Ginny was preparing for their date with a homemade meal under candlelight. James was scrubbing a pot on a stool and had just released it from his grip.

"Oopsies!" James grabbed the wooden spoon in the sink and dropped that on the floor too.

"James! NO!" He lunged for the soap and slipped off the stool, tumbling onto the floor. His lower lip wobbled and a tear slipped from his wide eyes and he let out a howl. Ginny scooped James up, patting him on the back as he cried.

Calmly as she could, Ginny grabbed the soapy dishes and utensils and placed them back in the sink. Still holding James, Ginny scrubbed the kitchen until it was clean. James now sat content on her hip, one thumb in his mouth. With wide eyes, he watched Ginny toss the risotto in the pan. James wiggled, and Ginny released him, watching him run to the den to - no doubt - play with the toy stag Harry got him. Sighing, Ginny tossed in a couple more handfuls of parmesan. A parmesan risotto with spiced green beans.

The environment was totally relaxed. Unlike Harry's, where nothing could go more wrong.

2:03 a.m. (Arizona Time)

Harry breathed in and out quietly. Other men snored, but not Harry. He was awake. Staring into the dark. Because even though everything was so quiet and everything had been going right, something was wrong. The air tasted bitter, felt cold. And everything was going too right. He could tell that he was not the only one awake. Gradually, over the next two hours, more men began to wake up.

"Am I the only one?" Someone whispered. It was dead quiet. Then. A faint creak. Everyone bolted up. Well - eight men. Two were on the ground, but Harry could not tell if they were dead or not, it was pitch black.

"Wands out," Taylor whispered, and everyone complied. Harry even pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and wrapped it around himself. He was lucky. The first round of Death Eaters didn't notice him. Others were not so lucky. At least Carr and another man got a quick and painless death. Grant and another had no such luck. Sectumsempra for them. Even though Harry knew the spell to heal it, a Death Eater had cast an Exploding Charm and they were as good as dead. Harry was knocked back and hit his head, passing out. Fortunately, the cloak was still on him.

When he woke back up, there was something warm and sticky running down his face. His leg was literally on fire. Quickly whispering a water charm, Harry limped to find the others, casting Stupefy and other charms to delay the Death Eaters. Finally, he found Taylor. Taylor was clutching his side where he had evidently been hurt. Harry kneeled by his side anxiously, trying to stop the bleeding. It was useless.

"Harry." Taylor gurgled, almost silently. A little bloodstream trickled down the side of his face. Harry bent his head closer. "Harry, when this blows, get out. Take whoever you can. Tell my wife I loved her." Harry felt himself freeze.

"No, no…" Harry could not even cry because he knew it was true. Taylor, with the rest of his strength, pushed him back. Harry stumbled and found himself barely able to get up. And with pleading eyes, Taylor begged him to go.

Scrambling, Harry grabbed two men that were still fighting, grabbed his wand in a pool of someone else's blood and apparated. Apparated to St. Mungo's.

It was a mess. Harry dropped them off and immediately dropped them off before going home.

7:04 (London time)

Ginny pushed in the pearl earrings slowly. The witch surprisingly only rarely wore earrings.

Crash! Ginny jumped when she heard the crash and jumped when she heard the slam. But it was nothing compared to the reaction she had when she saw Harry. The only reason she didn't faint was because she knew she needed to help him

Harry's hair was matted down with his own blood and he was covered in it. His clothes were sticky with it. And his clothes were torn and ripped. But the worst was the big hole in his head where something had obviously hit him. He collapsed on the ground, barely able to lift his head. It was lucky he made it home.

And Ginny, Ginny was scared as hell. Because for the second time in her life, Harry could be dead. Ginny accioed the couch over and waved her wand over it - making it a cot. She grunted but was able to lift him up onto it.

She propped him up and grimaced. Ginny ran to his potions cabinet, scorning for medical supplies. Finally, the witch found what she was looking for.

"Harry, I am sorry. This might sting." Ginny's hand shook as she dropped some drops of the potion on his head. There was a burning smell and sizzling and Harry hissed, but Ginny could see the improvement. Ginny was about to drop some more in until she noticed a glinting. "Hold on…" Ginny mumbled and nimbly, reached her hand into his head (gross!) and yanked the whatever it was, out. It was a coin. A Galleon, to be exact. It was warm to the touch, but entirely clean which Ginny thought was odd. It was lighter than a normal Galleon, strangely. A strong sense of deja vu engulfed her. Where had she seen it? Harry was distracted, so Ginny pocketed it quickly. After cleaning it up the best she could and wrapping it in gauze, Ginny sat back. Harry was clutching his head mournfully like he had lost something.

Wanting to busy her hands, Ginny ran back into the kitchen and started some strong peppermint tea, their favorite. Then, she ran to the bathroom and started a hot shower. Harry stumbled in it seconds after, barely able to walk. She took his clothes quickly and quietly, not wanting to alert him that she had snuck into the bathroom. After laying out some new ones that she had ran through the dryer (so they were warm), she cleaned up the rest of the flat and all of the blood. Finally, when the tea was ready, Ginny slipped some Dreamless Sleep potion into it. Harry wandered out right after. She patted on the couch. He looked dazed.

"Let's not talk about it." Ginny settled, even though she was dying to know. But those thoughts diminished when she looked into those emerald eyes.

"Thanks, Gin." Then, "I missed you." And before either of them knew it, Ginny was straddling him between her legs. They shared a heated kiss and Ginny began to get very, very hot. But as she shifted, Harry winced, softly but Ginny noticed.

"Damnit. You should probably get your rest." She fetched his tea quickly, straightening her dress subconsciously. He took a steady sip, his face flushed. Ginny watched him anxiously.

"Ginny…" His face contorted in surprise at the sweet taste of the potion. Ginny couldn't help but grin. And carefully with his wounds, Harry pulled her down. Ginny straddled Harry, her hair creating a ginger curtain, she placed his jaw against her lips and kissed him. Then, she moved her way to his lips. Harry kissed her back just as passionately before moving to her neck. She moaned involuntarily. But his kisses began to slow. Ginny sighed and carefully removed herself and brushed her hair back.

"Good night." Ginny pecked him on the cheek and he tried to pull her down again, but the needy hands of sleep grabbed him away.

Nevermind, I will just continue this story too. Whatever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯