Full Confessions

She sat there, looking at the floor. Her stupid father, she could slap him one right now! She hadn't had time to tell Harry, and this was certainly not how she wanted him to find out.

Why did everyone leave the room? Why was she not looking at him? Why was there a cot in the room? As everybody left, it dawned on him, but, it can't have been true, that couldn't be the reason…

"Ginny, why is there a cot in here?" Harry asked again.

"I didn't want you to find out like this…" She replied, looking up, wet-faced.

"Don't cry about it, just tell me what's going on," He said, getting angry.

"I tried to tell you last week, but I got kicked out," Ginny tried.

"You didn't get kicked out! I told you to stay! You left!" Harry shouted, not caring that this was someone else's house.

"Harry please!" Ginny shouted back.

There was a pause, a silence that lingered for longer than it needed to, just raising the tension in the room.

"Do I have a baby Ginny?" He asked quietly.

She looked up quickly at him, for the first time since everyone else had left, her expression distraught.

"No," She whispered.

That wasn't what Harry had been expecting. He sat back in his chair and sighed. He didn't know what to feel. He rubbed his scar on his head, just out of habit in exasperation, and bubbled with anger inside. What on earth had she done while he was away? It wasn't his baby, so whose was it? He promised her he'd still love her when he got back, but she goes and breaks his heart and has a baby with another person? He couldn't bear to look at her again after that. Now he knew why she wouldn't look at him in the hospital, she had a guilty conscience.

"Harry, times were bad," Ginny started but Harry got up without a word and walked out of the room. "Harry!" She called after him.

As he walked out of the room and through the kitchen he saw the remaining Weasley's and Hermione sitting at the table, silently staring at him.

Ginny followed in close pursuit to explain to him, but Hermione caught her arm before she went up the stairs.

"Maybe you should let him get his head round it first? Talk to him later?" She suggested.

Ginny nodded slowly and sat on a chair, comforted by her family.

Harry however, was upstairs in Ron's room. He couldn't bear it anymore. He'd lost his parents, his Godfather, Dumbledore, and now the will to live. He'd lost the love of his life to another guy because 'times were bad'. He looked around the room, somewhere he hadn't been for way over two years. But it was still the same, pictures of Quidditch teams everywhere, and the odd picture of the whole Weasley family. Then, on the desk next to the window, he saw a picture of him and Ginny. When it was taken he didn't know, but they both looked quite young, not yet in love. Harry picked up the picture and threw it across the room with all his mite, breaking the frame it was in. He flopped down onto Ron's bed, and cried, about everything, everything that was wrong with his life.

"Harry? Mate, wake up," He heard Ron's voice from afar and opened his eyes. "You ok?" Ron asked.

"What do you think?" He replied moodily.

"It wasn't her fault you know, there was nothing she could do about it," Ron explained sitting down on the end of the bed.

Harry looked at him with disbelief, he really thought there was nothing she could do about having a baby? How about not having sex in the first place?

"Ron, this has broken my heart, I know it sounds soft but it's true," Harry said sadly.

"I know mate, it broke all of our hearts," Ron replied.

"Why couldn't she just tell me?"

"You told her not to reply when you wrote to her," Ron answered.

"But something that important!" Harry punched the wall with his hand, only to regret it afterwards.

"Last month was a shock mate, he did it to get to you, but you never found out," Ron explained.

"Who did it? Was she raped?" Harry asked, his anger bubbling up again.

"Raped? What mate, I…" Ron got cut off by Ginny entering the room.

"Can I talk to Harry please?" She said to her brother.

Ron left without another word to confuse the situation more, but he thought he understood what was wrong now, and Harry had gotten the completely wrong impression.

After Ron had shut the door behind him, Ginny looked at Harry looking at her with sad eyes. She sat next to him on her brothers bed and sighed.

"Harry, I'm sorry I never wrote to you to tell you, you just told me not to write to you," Ginny explained, "And I thought, foolish as it was, that it might be a nice surprise for you when you got back."

"What?" Harry turned and looked at her with a look of disgust on his face, "A surprise? Yeah it was that alright, but nice?"

Ginny looked at him, totally confused.

At her odd look he explained himself. "Ginny, I come back to see the love of my life for the second time in two years, and I find a baby cot, then she tells me that its not my baby sleeping in it!"

"What? Harry!" Ginny finally realised what all the confusion was about, he had totally the wrong idea. Tears flooded into her eyes instantly, "Harry, Jamie was your baby!"

"Jamie? My baby… was?" Harry repeated most of Ginny's sentence before it sunk in. He was a dad, but, that word, was…

"Harry, your son's dead," Ginny burst into tears, uncontrollable fits of tears, rolling down her face.

Harry stared at her, half registering what she'd said, it was all so much to take in. He didn't even put an arm around her; he stared into the floor, the walls, anywhere but at her. It can't have been true, he'd had a son, never met him, and then, he'd died? But, how?

"Ginny! Oh Ginny," Hermione had waked in, not noticed by Harry, who was still staring at the wall. Hermione put her arms around Ginny and comforted her.

"Did she tell you then, Harry? Are you ok Harry?" Hermione looked at him after calming Ginny down a bit. He'd gone ghostly white, and looked like he was about to throw up.

"Tell me she's lying," Harry shook his head as he said it.

"She's not Harry, it's true, I'm so, so sorry," Hermione moved over to him to hug him, but he shifted away.

"How did he die?" Harry asked, still not looking at either of them, now that Ginny was not crying anymore.

"I, I think that doesn't matter now Harry," Hermione said gently.

"It was him wasn't it, Voldemort," Harry's anger reared up inside him, he wanted to go, find him and kill him, over and over again, just do something to make his pain go away. Voldemort had killed his child.

"Harry," Ginny whispered.

He suddenly stood up from the bed and walked out of the room without a word. The two girls looked at each other and followed him out.

He walked into the living room and straight up to the cot where his baby had once laid.

"Harry dear?" Mrs Weasley said from behind him.

Without turning round, and while the tears were running down his face, he said quietly, "I'll go and stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a while."

"You don't have to do that mate, there's room here," Ron said sympathetically.

"No, I'll go," Harry replied, picking up his trunk, "Just for a while."

And with that, he walked out of the door, out of the house, with all the Weasley's staring at him.

"Harry," Ginny whispered, "Don't go," She pleaded as he turned around.

Harry looked at her and tried a smile, "Just for a while," and he apparated off to the Leaky Cauldron.

A/N Thanks for reading people! Poor Harry huh? But I bet you guys thought that was a cool twist! His little son is dead!! But how?!?! Find out next chapter!