A/N Hiya I'm back after 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'!!! What an AMAZING book!!!!!!! Ahem, anyway…… Obviously some of the stuff in this story is really different to the real book, but it was anyway wasn't it, so we won't worry about that!! And finally before you can read the chapter, thanks to my one reviewer from chapter six:

Coudle: Thanks for reviewing the last chapter! Yeah Harry 7 is now out, was amazing wasn't it?! Anyway, here's the next chapter for you!

Getting Darker

Harry's plan to leave to find Malfoy the next day did not turn into reality. It took him three days to convince the Minister for Magic to even let him go. The minister said that without Harry around, the world would be in complete chaos. When Harry had finally persuaded him that the world would be fine without him for a couple of weeks, the Minister agreed. However, he did have one condition; that Ginny and Liam went back into hiding until Malfoy had been killed – and he would be killed. Harry simply put his foot down when stating that. There was no way that he would settle for Malfoy just to be locked up, he would only escape.

However, even after three days persuasion to let Harry leave, he still could not go. There had been more letters delivered to Hermione and himself, from Malfoy, consisting mainly of death threats. Hermione was terrified out of her wits and Ginny was getting insanely jealous of the whole ordeal. Harry knew what Malfoy was trying to do in sending letters only to himself and Hermione, and it truly was working. Harry guessed that by trying to make Ginny jealous of Harry's protection for Hermione their marriage would fall apart, and so that would be another loved one Harry had lost. Harry tried to convince Ginny constantly that it was only her that he loved, but Ginny was having none of it. Even when he put forth his theory about Malfoy she seemed unconvinced. Although Harry had to admit he couldn't blame her for being as such, for Hermione was now sleeping on a camper bed in his and Ginny's room, along with Liam and James. Hermione had strongly objected the idea two days ago, but when another letter came from Malfoy later that day, she gave in.

It was now the sixth day after Harry had said he would leave to find Malfoy, and he, Ginny and Hermione were sitting in the living room discussing the letters that Malfoy sent almost on a daily basis, with Liam and James sitting blissfully in the corner playing together.

"I still think Malfoy is scared of you Harry," Hermione stated. She had told them this theory dozens of times since she'd been living with them, but Harry refused to believe it.

"No, Hermione, he's trying to break me and Ginny up, I've told you this before!" Harry objected, looking pointedly at Ginny, who sat on the other sofa alone giving him an evil look.

"But Harry, it's been almost a week and Malfoy hasn't put any of his threats into action because he knows that we're with you. He got…" She stuttered a little bit, "He got Ron because you weren't there; he didn't have to fight you. These letters are really letting him down. We know he doesn't want to have to fight you. Because he knows you'll win…"

The three sat in silence for a while, Harry thinking that once again, Hermione was probably right.

"Well I think that the sooner you leave the better," Ginny said suddenly.

Harry started at her.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted.

"All I mean is, the sooner he goes, the quicker we get into hiding, and you won't have to worry anymore," Ginny said nastily to Hermione.

"You mean I won't have to sleep in the same room as you anymore?" Hermione said.

"Take it how you like," Ginny said sharply.

"Gin," Harry cut in, shaking his head at her.

They watched each other stonily for a moment, Ginny's face telling him that she hated him, and it cut deep into Harry's chest. Then suddenly she stood up and strode out of the room and up the stairs.

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione said as soon as the door had slammed shut.

"Don't be, you don't have to be spoken to like that," Harry answered her, not taking his eyes off the door.

He too stood up and left the room, following Ginny up the stairs and into the bedroom where he found her looking out of the window, gripping the sill tightly with her hands.

"You had no right to speak to Hermione like that," Harry said sternly.

It was a moment before Ginny turned round and sped towards him. He glimpsed tear streaks down her cheeks before she slapped him round the face with her left hand.

He felt hot, sticky blood falling down his cheek where her wedding ring had pierced his skin, but he didn't care. She still glared at him, obviously not caring that she had scarred him, or at least hiding her guilty face with one of pure loathing.

Harry could think of nothing to say to her, and they stood there for what felt like hours glaring at each other until a brown owl flew swiftly in through the window and landed with dainty feet on the dresser.

Harry finally wiped his face of blood and walked past Ginny and over to the owl. As he did so he looked at his hand, now covered in blood – he must have been bleeding quite badly.

He took the rolled up parchment from the owl and read.

Harry,

Need to see you now. My office. Bring no one.

Kingsley.

Harry read it twice and then turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked quietly, though keeping the death stare.

"To the Ministry," Harry replied while walking out of the room. But he knew Ginny would follow him, "Kingsley wants to see me."

"I'll come with you!" Ginny said, running out of the front door after him now.

"No," He answered before disapparating, "Just me."

And just before he was sent through the air tight tube that was apparation, he saw Ginny's face return to the 'I hate you' stare.

Harry rushed back through the front door to his house one hour later, full of exhilaration and excitement. Kingsley had said it, he was telling Harry to go and find Malfoy where he had been spotted apparently setting up a camp in the middle of a forest in Wales. Neither Kingsley nor Harry knew what on earth Malfoy was doing, but they had come to the conclusion that if he was setting up a sort of camp, he would be there for hours, maybe even a couple of days.

Harry ran up the stairs, greeting neither Ginny nor Hermione on his way. When in his bedroom he grabbed a rucksack from a cupboard and started to throw random things in.

He was so absorbed in packing quickly that he didn't realise when four figures came and stood in the doorway.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

Ginny's voice made him jump and he turned around quickly, pointing his wand at the door. He lowered it when he saw his wife, son, best friend and godson watching him.

"He's been sighted," Harry said simply, returning to his packing, "I can't wait a moment."

"Were you even planning on saying goodbye?" Ginny said cruelly from behind him.

Harry's body stiffened and then he turned and said, "Did you really think I was just going to leave?"

"Well you weren't bothered to come and tell us what had happened," She answered harshly.

Harry breathed deeply and then said as calm as he could, "You're slowing me down."

"You won't be gone long, will you?" Hermione's soft voice contrasted with Ginny's so much so that it made Harry have to strain to hear her.

Finally he had finished packing. He slung his rucksack around his arm and put his wand safely in his belt.

"I'll be gone as long as it takes to finish him," Harry answered Hermione, walking up to her and taking her hand. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ginny's ears and face go bright red, burning with anger.

"I trust you, you won't take that long," Hermione said, pulling Harry into a hug.

Harry then knelt down and said to James, his Godson, "Look after your mum and Liam, I'll see you soon."

James nodded and reached up to hold his mothers hand. Harry turned to Liam.

"Where are you going Dad?" Liam asked him quietly.

"I'm just going to help some people," Harry said, trying to make it seem like not such a big deal, "I won't be long," He added at Liam's saddened face.

Liam sniffed and nodded slowly. Harry kissed his only son on his cheek and stood up in front of Ginny.

He went to hug her, not wanting to leave on bad terms, but she stepped back and turned her head away. Harry saw Hermione about to say something, but he held up his hand to stop her, not taking his eyes off Ginny.

"Bye then," He said to Ginny, and turned and picked up his Firebolt.

Tears stung his eyes as he walked towards the window. He was just about to jump out when a teary voice said, "Let me come too."

Harry turned his head and saw Ginny crying. "Please let me come," She cried.

Harry stood back on the carpeted floor and looked at Hermione, who understood that she was to leave and take the boys with her, leaving Harry and Ginny alone.

"You can't come," He said softly. "Aurors from the Ministry will be here in a couple of hours to take the four of you into hiding."

Ginny seemed to find it hard to think of a reply, so looked at the floor while trying not to cry.

"You're so selfish!" She yelled suddenly, making Harry jump.

"How is this selfish?" He shouted back, "I'm doing it to save your lives!"

"You're doing it to get revenge on Malfoy for killing Ron! Do you think I'm stupid?" She paused, staring at Harry in such a way that he'd never seen, and he couldn't figure out what it meant. "You're going to kill him just to kill him, not going to kill him to save us."

"Do you really think I don't love you, any of you?" Harry asked quietly, hurt by Ginny's comment.

"I know you love Hermione," Ginny said harshly, "But I can't think where your love for me has gone."

Harry stared at her for minutes on end, unable to believe what he had just heard. She really did think that he didn't love her anymore.

"I don't love you anymore either," Ginny said, evidently trying to make her voice steady.

"Don't say that," Harry said even quieter. He couldn't believe what was happening. He wouldn't let his marriage die because of Draco Malfoy.

"Why shouldn't I? It's true…" Ginny said, letting one or two tears fall down her cheeks.

"I'm not going to leave until you tell me you're lying," Harry said stubbornly.

"Then you'll be here forever."

"Ginny I love you," Harry said softly, "And only you. You know that."

"Don't!" Ginny screamed at him and ran up to him, punching him in the chest.

It didn't hurt, so he let her punch him. She punched and slapped and screamed until she lost all her energy, "I hate you!" She shouted, "I hate you!"

"Ginny!" But she still hit him. "Ginny!" Harry took hold of her arms and held her away from him. He looked at her wet, blotchy face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook.

Then, suddenly, Ginny fell into Harry's arms and cried into his chest, more that she'd cried in years. Harry carried her to the bed and sat down next to her, letting her cry on him.

"You promised you'd never leave me, you can't go…" She cried.

"I just want you to be safe Gin," Harry said, pulling her head up so that she was looking at his face, "I'm just doing what's best for you."

They sat for moments in silence, and then Ginny whispered, "I don't hate you, Harry."

"I know," He said.

"I love you."

Harry kissed her wet, salty lips which opened up for him in a second, and he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Then suddenly his t-shirt wasn't on him anymore, and neither was hers. They sat for a long time just kissing, topless, until Harry undid her bra and slipped it off. Their kissing was getting more passionate, and the room seemed to be getting hotter and more clammy.

The two of them hadn't kissed like this for years. Not since they had tried to have a second baby many times before realising that something was obviously wrong. That was when they started to argue a lot more, when Liam was three; and when Harry left to live with Ron and Hermione, and Harry ended up kissing Hermione instead. It was just a comfort kiss, but Ginny and Ron had found out. Ginny was a lot harder to apologise to than Ron. Since then, Ginny had never kissed him they way she used to, and she never left Harry and Hermione alone.

But now Harry felt different. He could feel all the lost love of the past three years falling into what was happening right now. He could feel it when Ginny took off his trousers, and when he took off hers, he could feel it in the touch of her skin on him, and he could feel it in the air around them, and then under the covers of the bed. And when love was rushing through him and out of him he could not think of a single thing, other than how much he loved his wife than lay, panting, beneath him.

"You're leaving?"

Harry jumped and fell to the floor with his jeans only halfway up his legs.

It had been almost two hours since Harry had returned from the Ministry, and it had taken him all of his will power to get out of the bed where he had laid naked next to Ginny for so long. The sun was now low in the sky, casting a golden glow through the still open window, and right onto the bed, where Ginny was still, watching him.

"I was going to wake you up," Harry said quickly.

"I believe you," Ginny smiled over to him, which made his chest feel warm.

Harry put the rest of his clothes on in silence and finally went to pick up his rucksack and broom, which had been so carelessly dropped earlier.

Then, with difficulty, he went to say goodbye to Ginny.

"The Aurors will be here soon to get you," He said quietly.

Ginny looked sadly at the cover of the bed and said nothing.

"I won't be gone long, I promise," Harry said, trying to smile.

"I'm sorry I said I hated you…" Ginny said, and began to cry.

"It's ok," Harry replied, putting an arm around her, "Who doesn't hate Harry Potter sometimes?" He tried to smile again. And Ginny gave a sort of, wince.

"And I do know you're doing it for us, and I'm sorry I was horrible to Hermione," All of Ginny's words came out very rushed as she tried to stop herself from Hermione.

"Don't worry about any of that now," Harry said, stroking her cheek, "Just look after yourself, and Liam."

"I will…"

Harry pulled her into another kiss, but it had barely begun when Hermione opened the door and poked her head in.

"Ginny the Aurors… Oh!"

Apparently Hermione had thought Harry left a while ago, and that Ginny was just sulking in her room.

"Sorry…" She mumbled, while Ginny pulled the duvet up a little higher.

"It's ok," Harry laughed, standing up. "I really have to go. Hermione, tell them Ginny will be down in a minute."

Hermione nodded and left the room.

Harry wanted to make this goodbye as un-painful as it could be, but he couldn't think how best to go about it.

"I'll see you soon, ok?" He said to Ginny, who was crying again. Ginny merely nodded and sat up higher in bed. "I love you Ginny, don't ever forget that."

"I love you too…"

"Here…" Harry took off his wedding ring from his finger and handed it to Ginny. "Don't loose it. I want it back when I come home."

They both smile and hugged each other, a hug that Harry never wanted to end.

"Ginny!"

Hermione calling up the stairs was the signal for Harry to go. He let go of Ginny and walked towards the window. After one last look at her face, and checking that he had his wand, he jumped and flew away into the ever darkening sky, leaving his one love behind him.

A/N There you go then. 'Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.' Harry wished for a quiet life and now he's got it, but not exactly what he wanted. Bless him… Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be up soon!!