A/N Thanks to reviewers:

Coudle: Well it's a trait of my stories for them to argue a lot, that's just how I see their relationship, but don't worry, nothing ever comes of it:)

An Unexpected Visit

Three says later the mood in Harry's house wasn't much better. Liam had caught on to the fact that his parents weren't yet talking again and had decided to also stop talking to Harry. He wasn't worried by this, because he knew that he had promised Liam that he and Ginny would make up soon, and they obviously hadn't, so Liam was just trying to get him back for 'lying'. However, the silence in the house was deafening. He was getting sick of Ginny's small sarcastic comments like 'I'll cook dinner then,' and 'Don't worry, I'll do it'. So, with anger put aside, he decided that he'd tell her he was secretly helping with the ministry via Ron, and owls.

"Gin, I need to tell you something." Harry walked up to her in the kitchen on a bright Sunday afternoon.

She turned round to look at him from the sink and gave him a cold icy stare.

"Well if you will be like that…" He turned to walk out again.

"No! Harry," She said, running up to him and grabbing his arm, "I… I don't like not talking…" She said, bowing her head.

He smiled a little, "Neither do I; and I don't like my only son not talking to me either." Ginny gave a sort of, sad smile and he continued. "I've got something to tell you that might cheer you up a little bit. But it might make you even angrier at the same time."

"Ok…" She replied slowly.

"I'm helping with the ministry," He said bluntly.

Ginny stood for a moment, apparently in complete shock, and opened her mouth a few times to speak, but shut it just as many.

"I… you… wha… I…" was all she was able to get out of her mouth.

Harry fought the temptation to laugh and said, "Through Ron," hopefully making things a little clearer for her.

"Ok…"

"I'm just trying to figure things out, Gin. Like who that wizard is. I'm not going to call him the 'Dark Lord' because in my opinion no one is darker than Voldemort was. And whoever it is I think they're mad!" Harry explained quickly.

Finally, Ginny put a whole sentence together; "How long have you been writing to Ron about this?"

"I don't know," Harry answered, "A week? Two weeks maybe?"

Ginny cocked her head to the side, "Why didn't you tell me? All these fights could have been spared if I knew you were at least doing something to help!"

Harry felt himself getting pink in the face, "Well, I thought if you knew I was doing something small to help, you might reel me in to do something more…"

"Reel you in?!" Ginny shouted.

"Sorry," he said quickly, feeling himself go bright red now.

"Oh Harry," She said, talking slower and calmer than before, "I'm so sorry about the other night. Now it all makes sense. If you had told me then what you just told me now then I wouldn't have said 'let's go to the ministry tomorrow'. I would have understood."

Harry smiled, walked up to her and wrapped her arms around her. "I've missed you hugging me," Ginny said happily.

"Anything else?" He asked cheekily.

She smiled and simply said, "Well…" Before he kissed her on her lips and caressed her back with his hand. "I love making up…" She said when taking some air.

"Best part of a relationship…" Harry answered, slyly putting his hand under her t-shirt and raising it to the hook of her bra.

"You made up!" Liam ran into the room and hugged them both tightly. Harry's hand flew out from under Ginny's top and he bent down quickly, his heart attack getting slowly better.

"Liam," He said to his son, "Do you forgive me now?"

"Yeah!" Liam nodded vigorously and hugged Harry tighter than ever.

Ginny giggle slightly as she saw Harry's reddened face from embarrassment and said, "Shall we go out for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah!" Liam shouted.

"What's the occasion?" Harry asked.

"Making up, it's the best part of a relationship you know! Having dinner brought for you!" She replied and walked out of the room easily.

Harry smiled slightly and shook his head, he'd get her back for that one.

He looked down to Liam, who was sitting on the floor just smiling. Liam looked up to him, "Women," Harry said, shaking his head, "Can't live with them; can't live without them!"

And with that he left his puzzled son on the floor of his kitchen to go and find Ginny, who had snuck up the stairs a few minutes previously.

"This is nice, isn't it Liam?" Ginny said four hours later in the most expensive restaurant in Hogsmeade. Liam nodded while stuffing his face with chicken, and she looked back to Harry.

He was in a complete world of his own, trying to figure out two characters in the corner of the room. They had been there for little over an hour with their heads together, whispering. And every time someone walked past, they would take a few bites of their food and then get back to whispering. Harry didn't like it, not one bit. Even though they both looked like perfectly normal men, wearing casual dress-robes – Harry really had no reason to be against their presence, but he was.

"Harry James Potter are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Ginny's voice finally broke into his mind and his eyes twitched over to see her stern ones staring straight into his.

"Yes," He argued.

"What did I say then?" She asked angrily.

"You told me to stop being such a spy and enjoy the meal," He answered matter-of-factly.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Well, you heard me, it doesn't mean to say you were listening."

But Harry was away again, he could have sworn that one of those men just looked in this direction, as if watching someone, and he was sure they were watching him.

"Harry!"

"Shush!" He spat at her.

"Who are you looking at?" She went to turn around but Harry grabbed her arm in time.

"Don't look!" He whispered. "There's two men over there… They've been whispering for this whole past hour. One of them just looked at me."

"You're Harry Potter, people do that," Ginny stated angrily.

"No, it wasn't that kind of look; it was like he was watching me…"

Harry let his eyes flitter back to the men for a moment, and this time the other one was staring, but didn't look away when Harry caught his eye. Finally he broke the stare and whispered to his friend again. Then, to Harry's utter surprise, the man stood up and started walking towards him. Harry's hand flew towards his wand in his cloak, and his fingers were poised around it ready to grab and strike at any moment.

"Excuse me," The man said – he looked a few years older than Harry, and Harry didn't recognise him, "Are you Harry Potter?"

His hand tightened around his wand, "Yes," He replied.

"Wow!" The man exclaimed, "It's great to meet you!" He held out his hand for Harry to shake it, but his right hand was tight around his wand. The man, whoever he was, could have noticed this and seen it as a chance to catch Harry off-guard, or simply just wanted a hand shake.

He considered for a moment. Surely no one would start a duel in an expensive restaurant like this? He let go of his wand and shook the mans hand, still eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your meal," He said, "I just couldn't sit there and not come to say… thanks!" He sort of, gasped out.

"Yeah, well… I get that a lot," Harry stated, sounding quite rude.

"Harry!" Ginny hissed at him. And then turned to the man, "Sorry about him, he's tired. What's your name then?"

The man helped himself to the spare seat next in-between Harry and Ginny, "Frank Orchard," He smiled.

"Good to meet you," Ginny shook his hand, "Won't your friend come to join us?"

"No, he gets very shy around famous people…" Harry let out a groan, "Sorry… don't you like that term?"

"I hate it," He said stiffly.

"Oh…"

There was a small silence at the table until Liam suddenly came back into existence.

"Mummy," He said, tugging on Ginny's sleeve, "I need to go…"

"Oh, Harry would you?" Ginny gestured.

"No!" He said, a bit louder than he aimed for. If she thought he was going to leave her alone with some stranger then she thought wrong.

"He's five years old; I can't take him in the women's anymore!"

"No."

"Oh Harry!" She exclaimed exasperatedly, getting up, "Excuse me Frank!"

And with that she walked off. Harry thought of doing the same and just taking Ginny and Liam home. But he thought better of it; he wanted to figure this 'Frank' out.

"So, Frank, what do you do for a living?" Harry asked slyly, trying to get more information on him.

"I work in St. Mungo's, with people who have, unfortunately, had the unforgivable curses performed on them…" He trailed off, trying at a saddened face: It didn't work, not on Harry anyway.

"If you don't like it there, why do you do it?" He asked.

"Oh I don't not like it!" Frank denied, "It's just heart-breaking, some things you see in there. Like this one couple, tortured to insanity by the Cruciatus curse, you've never seen anything like it!"

"What make you think I haven't?" Harry snapped. This man didn't know what Harry had seen in his teen years; and the couple he was talking about sounded just like Neville Longbottom's parents.

"Well, all you've done is got rid of the Dark Lord, isn't it?" Frank said, not sounding the least bit worried about Harry's angry tone.

But Harry wasn't really thinking about the topic in hand anymore, his heart was beating like he'd been running for hours. This man had just said 'Dark Lord'. It was a known fact that only Death Eaters called Voldemort that.

"Sorry, have I said something to offend you?" Frank prompted.

Harry saw Ginny and Liam approaching back from the toilets. "We've got to go," He said distractedly, putting money on the table for dinner.

"Why?" Frank asked, and Harry saw him from the corner of his eye gesture something to the other person in the corner of the room.

"We just do," He answered, not shaking Frank's hand or anything, "Bye."

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ginny asked as she reached him.

"We're leaving," He said, grabbing her with one hand and Liam with the other.

"Why?" She asked hotly, pulling her arm out of his grasp. "We're not!"

"Ginny, come now, I'll tell you when we get home," He said, trying to grab her arm again.

"No! It's so rude Harry! Poor Frank must be so offended. Plus I want to eat my dinner!"

"For fuck sake Ginny come on!" He shouted loudly.

The whole room went silent and everyone was staring at them. Harry didn't care, he was used to that after twenty-seven years. Ginny stared at him; a confused stare that he always felt guilty about. But he couldn't help it. Slowly she turned her head to Frank and said quietly, "Sorry, it was good to meet you." Then walked towards Harry again, who grabbed her arm and pulled her and Liam out of the room.

"You have so much explaining to do, Harry Potter!" She yelled at him as they arrived in the street, where everything was normal.

"I'll tell you when we get home," He said, poising his fingers to apparate.

"We're apparating? We don't live that far away!" Ginny protested.

"Just do it and take Liam," He said, pushing his shaking son towards her.

Reluctantly, she sighed and the two of them disappeared from view. Harry stood for a moment and shook slightly before clicking his fingers. But one moment before he did so, he felt an unfamiliar tug behind him, and while he apparated through the tight tube, he found it difficult to breathe – something was squeezing his neck.

He fell on the ground outside his house and pulled at the collar of his robes that was too tight around his neck, but it was still being pulled back. He flipped quickly to his back and saw Frank Orchard's head floating in mid air; followed by his shoulders and the rest of his body as his invisibility cloak fell off. Frank laughed loudly at Harry struggling to breathe and finally let go of the cloak.

Harry fell to his back on the ground and panted deeply, and then all his other senses started to come back.

"Harry!"

"Daddy!"

He looked around wildly to see Ginny and Liam, and finally saw them being pulled into the house by the other man who was with Frank at the restaurant, also carrying an invisibility cloak. He took a deep breath and jumped up off the ground, completely forgetting Frank was there, pulled out his wand and ran toward the house.

But then he was on the ground again, feeling the most excruciating pain he'd felt for over six years, and screaming for his life.

A/N Hehe good old cliff hangers eh?! What would we do without them?

Sorry it took so long to update, but its here now please review!!