A single snow flake descended from the pale sky, its intricacy protected by the cool wind that caressed it. Falling, ever so slowly, towards its fate, a smooth cheek, warmth radiating from it. The hot surface burned and melted away the precious beauty that had once existed, for a moment, one precious moment.

Ginny furiously wiped away the melted snow from her face. She watched on as Hermione raised her wand to the sky and smiled. Gold light erupted from the tip of her wand and slowly encompassed her and for a moment time slowed as she watched the light wither and die.

And then she was gone.

Ginny smiled.

He was finally hers.

***

Andrew James was born on the tenth of May two months before Harry's twenty second birthday.

Harry entered the room just as the nurse was finishing cleaning the new born. Ginny had collapsed from exhaustion and Harry moved towards the witch looking over her shoulder.

Andrew had smooth chocolaty skin; his eyes were a deep brown, just like his fathers. Harry froze for a moment, his features stony, he took a deep breath as the nurse handed him the child, a sad smile on her face. He smiled smally to her and she left, giving him some time alone with the boy.

"Hello Andrew, you look a lot like your father don't you…. but you have your mother's mouth and… her nose." Harry chuckled and the baby boy reached out and placed both of his small hands around Harry's forefinger. "Aren't you a handsome boy?" Harry cooed and heard a gasp sound from behind him. He turned and looked blankly at his wife whom sat bolt up right her hair stuck to her face, her eyes tired.

"How are you feeling Ginny?" he asked calmly and noticed she looked utterly terrified, her eyes kept darting from her son, to his hands, then Harry's face, as if afraid of what Harry might do. Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her as he moved slowly towards her, her son now asleep in his arms. Harry handed Andrew to his mother gently; the young woman smiled smally at the child and then looked up at Harry, tears in her eyes. "You realise now… don't you." Harry whispered and Ginny nodded and a single droplet, not unlike the snow flake that had dared touch her face all those months ago, dribbled down her face.

He moved forward and gently kissed it away, his mouth not lingering on her cheek as it would have done when they were teenagers.

He decided to leave the room; Andrew deserved a happy mother… at least until Harry had his say.

As he wandered into the white hall he spotted Dean, whom seemed to be talking to himself. Harry smiled at the man and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder. Dean turned suddenly and cowered when he saw Harry before him. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You should go meet your son Dean." Harry murmured and Dean's eyes widened in shock. Harry nodded once and then headed for the silver elevator, a sad smile on his face.

"Harry!" harry stopped and turned, one foot inside the elevator. "Thankyou and I'm … sorry." Harry nodded and sighed.

"Look after her Dean… she does love you." and he left, passed the waiting Weasley family whom had not seen the newest edition yet. Mrs. Weasley tried to get his attention but he merely shook his head and left.

The breeze was cool, for a summer day. He drew his light cloak closer to his body and walked forward, withdrawing his wand and apparating on the spot.

Their before him, was Godric's Hollow, the warm glow that once surrounded it, seemed to have disappeared now, Hermione had left, almost six months ago now, she wasn't coming back.

He had ruined his life and hers, more than he would ever know.

***

She was born prematurely on the 22nd of August. As she opened her eyes slowly, she saw the smiling face of her mother; tears were rolling heavily down her rosy cheeks, her brown hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck. Her dark, honey coloured eyes shining in the dim were the brightest thing in the room and she reached out and touched her mothers face, feeling the soft, yet wet texture.

Emerald met honey and Hermione Granger let out a small, heart breaking sob.

***

Harry sat down heavily in the middle of what was once her lounge room, there were blank silhouettes scattered around the house where her things had been. He looked around the blue room and sighed heavily, withdrawing a sealed letter from his black jacket. He stroked the familiar hand writing that simply stated one thing, harry.

He turned the letter over and smiled when he saw the Hogwarts crest imprinted on the wax seal. He carefully opened the letter and removed the carefully folded parchment, his heart wrenching as he did so.

He ran his hands over the folded parchment tenderly before opening it and swallowed his tears. And for the first time, he read the letter, the only thing she had left him with, other than an empty house and frozen heart.

Harry.

By the time you read this I will most likely be gone and you will be a proud father and husband. .

I told you before that I couldn't share you and if I can't have you… I have to leave. Leave for probably a long time… what we shared together… I will never forget it; it will always remain with me.

I truly do love you.

But I cannot watch you marry someone else… be the father of someone else's children.

Forgive me Harry, but I must go. I love you enough to let you go. You deserve happiness and I hope you have found it.

Now smile and love, let go of the memory of me and embrace your life, I am nothing but a page in your life, a simple page that can be torn and thrown away into the cold darkness of the night.

You are my best friend and I will always love you.

Yours, forever and always,

Hermione.

It had been two months since the birth of little Andrew James. Ginny had moved in with Dean, to escape her families disdain. Harry stood and exited the house, he apparated, he didn't really know where he wanted to go, but he landed at the burrow.

He walked up the cool stone path and heard the normal sounds of the home, small feet pattering, adults conversing and laughing. He knocked on the back door and looked up when light and warmth bombarded his senses. In the doorway stood the figure of Molly Weasley, the Weasley matriarch now had tears streaming down her face and she pulled him in for a bone crushing hug.

"Oh I am so... So sorry." She sobbed over and over again. Harry merely patted her back gently and she released him. He nodded once and entered the once familiar, now somewhat alien house. He saw the entire family at the table; Ginny sat nursing her son, smiling down at him. Dean sat close by, his eyes tired, yet full of joy.

Silence filled the room and they all turned and stared at him in shock. He had been avoiding every member of the family since Andrew had been born, he scratched his unshaven chin awkwardly before Arthur stood and beckoned him closer.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just… wanted to apologize for not speaking to you for so long… I …" he trailed off and ran his hands through his unkempt hair.

"No Harry, it is we who are at fault." Charlie offered and a sea of red nodded, smiling apologetically. Harry nodded slowly, his face still blank.

"I was hoping to get Ginny to sign these papers… so that this can all be set right." Harry finally felt anger boil in his veins and his breathing became rapid. "You hadn't taken enough from me had you?" Harry asked and the room grew deathly silent. "You took my virginity, I knew you weren't a virgin… not nearly one, you had slept with half my year." Harry begun quietly and Mr. Weasley choked on his water. "And then you take all these years of my life away from me, sucking the life from me, leeching onto me. And I put up with it, the world expected it of us, of me; I did it in honour of Ron… then the affairs… I dealt with that… I dealt with the affairs all of them. Don't think I didn't know before… this." He spat indicating the child in her arms.

"But no… as if you hadn't taken enough, you took the one thing I ever cared about… the one person who ever loved me for me… the one person I love with all my heart… and you took her away. I am nothing… I have nothing now." Harry felt a tear fall down his cheek and he motioned to the letter that was gripped tightly in his right hand.

"Harry… I was so confused… I didn't-" Ginny begun and Harry shook his head furiously.

"No… no excuses anymore, I can't listen… I need her back Ginny… I need to feel her in my arms… I need her… she's not coming back to me…after what I... what we did to her." and he fell to his knees, a broken shell of what he once was. He didn't register when Ginny knelt before him and wrapped her arms tightly around him, tears streaming down her face. He let the letter fall to the floor as he handed her the papers which would end their marriage, the marriage that they never should have gone into in the first place.

Molly stooped down and let out a small noise when she saw Hermione's hand writing.

"Hermione… oh my precious child…"

***

AN I'm back.