A/N Hey! Wow I'm back for the sequel to Seek Revenge, Not Death. I've planned most of it but as always I don't know how to end it. Oohh it shall be good I hope… If any of you have ideas you would like me to consider I'd love to hear them so tell me and I'll think about them! Right, here we go then…

Six Years On

Harry Potter sat on the seat in the bay window of his bedroom and rubbed his lightening shaped scar that glowed red on the top right of his forehead – when he was aggravated, that was all he ever thought to do, rub his scar to try and make him pain go away. There was a clap of thunder outside as the hail came down, and he waited to hear the crying from the next room. He didn't move from his position but jumped a little when he heard Ginny say, "I'll go then," in an angry tone. He shook his head and opened the window to get some air and smell the fresh rain – he loved the rain, it was calm and tranquil; it used to help soothe his mood in the bad days. Soon the crying stopped and he heard the light footsteps of his wife walking back into the room. She sighed after a minute and broke the silence in the room.

"I'm sorry, ok?" She said tetchily.

Harry let out a harsh laugh, "No you're not."

"I hate it when you don't talk to me, will you please just talk?" She tried.

Harry said nothing and just watched the hail turn back into heavy rain.

"Look, I'm sorry I brought any of it up! I just thought that you might want to help…" Ginny persisted, her tone getting more upset towards the end.

Finally Harry turned his head to face hers. She was standing opposite him in her silk nightdress with her hair hanging lazily at her shoulders. Her face was worried, but her eyes even more so.

"I know," He replied, "But you've asked me the same question before and my answer will always be the same," He paused, "No."

Ginny shook her head, "I won't ask again."

"Good," Harry replied, finally removing himself from the seat to go and climb into bed with his wife, "So we're happy again now?"

Ginny said nothing as she laid down next to him.

"Come on Gin, you know I have a good reason not to go gallivanting off trying to find a guy who thinks he's the next dark wizard. It'll probably amount to nothing."

"There have been twenty deaths in the past two weeks!" Ginny flared.

"I'm not starting this again," Harry said, trying to control his temper that was rising quickly, "Goodnight Ginny."

Ginny was about to retort when a flash of light lit up the room, followed by a loud bang of thunder.

"Mummy!" was heard in the distance and Ginny sighed and got back out of the bed.

Harry lay on his back and thought about the conversation he had just had with his wife. It was true, there had been a huge amount of deaths in the past few weeks, not to mention the twenty most previously, and it had been said a fair few times now that a new Dark Lord was rising. Who this man was, nobody knew. Not even Harry could figure it out and it was secretly driving him insane. He did want to help really, it was in his nature to 'save the day' as some would put it, but if he got too involved he would be pulled in by the ministry and wouldn't be able to get back out again until the whole thing was over. So he was working through Ron, which neither Ginny nor Hermione knew about, to hear things from the ministry's point of view. It seemed they weren't coping well with the sudden increase in suspicious deaths, which Harry wasn't surprised about, even though the minister was a better man now. Sometimes he wished that he could storm into that place and tell them all how to handle it, but again, once he went in, there was no coming out. He had warned Ron of this fact, but he and Hermione were both certain they wanted to do their part – as if they didn't do enough six years ago! The truth was, Harry wasn't going to leave his family. He dreaded that leaving Liam would mean he may never see him again; and the last time he left Ginny, he didn't want to think about it. He knew that sometime he had to tell Ginny his feelings, but he was scared she'd think him a coward.

A small giggle brought him out of his reverie and back into his bedroom in his house in Hogsmeade, and before he knew it, a small six year old boy had jumped onto his bed and was laughed quite loudly.

"Liam was scared of the thunder," Ginny told Harry, raising an eyebrow as she, too, got under the covers.

"Oh is that so?" Harry asked his son, "Well, I suppose that means you're scared of… tickling!"

Liam wailed with laughter as Harry tickled his sides.

When he stopped Ginny smiled and gave her son a kiss on the head and said, "Now go to sleep, the thunder won't get you in here with us."

"Goodnight mummy," Liam said, kissing her cheek.

"Night Liam," Harry said, stroking his son's wild, black hair.

Liam yawned and muttered, "Night dad…"

When Harry was convinced his son was asleep, he looked across him over to Ginny who was watching him.

"I'm sorry," She mouthed to him.

"Me too," He mouthed back, stretching out his hand and stroking her face with his thumb.

"I love you," She whispered.

"I love you too."

A/N Ahhhh I'm very proud of this opening chapter!! As always with me it's just a prologue, so that's why it's short – the next chapter will be longer. I hope you enjoyed it. It may take a while for the next chapter to come up though because I'm still in the middle of my exams. I have two left so the next chapter should be up in about four days! thanks for reading please review!