A/N Thanks to more reviews! Or is it the review? I duno but thanks anyway!!

The Forgotten Death Eaters

Harry apparated outside their house, he'd never been here before, but he already loathed it with a passion. The outside was dark and dreary, just like the family, and the plants, of the few there actually were, were all either dead, or dying. This family seemed to like death very much, and Harry wondered why on earth the whole lot of them were locked up in Azkaban already.

He knocked hard on the black, wooden door. And to his great distaste, Draco Malfoy came to the door.

Malfoy looked at Harry in a manner of disgust, and simply said, "Yes?"

"I want to see your father," Harry said stonily.

"Why?" Malfoy replied nosily.

"That's none of your business," Harry said, looking behind Malfoy to see…

"Now now Draco, be nice."

Luscious Malfoy pushed his son out of the doorway to stand above Harry. However he was only above him because Harry was on steps, and one step lower than him.

"You wish to see me?" He said drearily.

"Alone, inside," Harry answered.

Luscious raised an eyebrow at him, but moved aside, obviously considering the fact that this boy had killed whom he considered, 'the greatest wizard there was'.

Luscious led Harry to a room at the front of the house, with dark green walls and a picture of a person Harry didn't know on the far wall.

Harry decided to get straight to the point in hand.

"You led my son to death," He half said, half whispered.

To Harry's great surprise, the eldest Malfoy laughed at him. "Oh dear, finally got there have we?" Harry drew his wand out of his pocket. "Oh stop trying to be heroic Potter!" Luscious shouted at him. "It wasn't me who went to take your, thing."

"Oh so who was it then? Not you and your lovely Bellatrix Lastrange?" Harry spat at him sarcastically.

"Oh no, as a matter of fact it wasn't her either, The Dark Lord wouldn't have trusted her with something like that, no, though he should have, it would have been better to choose us," Malfoy explained.

Harry was getting a bit confused by this conversation, because it actually seemed like Malfoy was telling the truth.

At Harry's strange look, he went on. "No, it was two other Death Eaters, one called Amelia Padre and the other, Fredrick Jilts. Goodness knows why he chose them; they completely messed up the whole thing. First Fred knocks things over in the kitchen, and then Amelia jumps out of the window and almost kills the brat anyway!"

Harry almost lunged forward at his son being called a brat, but then he thought better of it. He had expected to die today, but not with someone who wasn't responsible for Jamie's death; he wanted to take those people with him.

"Where are they? These Death Eaters?" Harry asked quickly.

"Dead, I killed them, with Bella actually," Malfoy replied with no hint of guilt.

"Why?" Harry asked, shocked.

"They led the enemy to the Dark Lord, so he had to change position, which made him bump straight into you, and which led to… his death."

Luscious said the last two words with emphasis and looked Harry right in the eyes. Harry started to sweat, he hadn't once thought about the fact that he had killed this mans idol. Luscious must have been burning to kill him then and there. But he didn't want to die that way.

"So you killed them because they were stupid?" Harry asked, trying to take his mind off the fact that he had killed Voldemort.

"Yes, that's the short of it," He replied.

A burning anger ran through Harry then. There was no one left to hurt for the dying of his baby. Nothing left to take his anger out on.

He sighed and put his wand back in his pocket.

"I suggest you leave now, Potter," Malfoy said quietly.

Harry nodded quickly and turned to leave, sensing Malfoy's want to kill him.

He walked quickly out into the hall and out of the front door, sensing rather than seeing Malfoy's eyes watching him from the window. As soon as he was on the concrete path he disapparated from the scene.

"Harry!" Ron said about five minutes later when Harry returned to the Burrow, "Are you ok?"

Harry stared glumly at Ron, he didn't think he'd ever be 'ok' again.

"Malfoy didn't take Jamie that night," He sighed and walked into the living room, which was strangely empty.

"Oh, erm, why… I mean, how do you know?" Ron asked, sitting down.

"I went to kill him," Harry said as if it was everyday talk, "And he told me. And before you ask I believed him because he was being so, I dunno, so, sarcastic about it all. He only does that when he knows something I don't," Harry added at the end.

"Oh, so, you didn't kill him?" Ron asked after getting over the fact that his best friend had gone to kill someone.

"No, I left, because he wanted to kill me, for obvious reasons, and I didn't want to die in a fight with someone who wasn't important," He answered.

"Oh," Ron didn't quite know what to say.

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, until Ron realised what Harry was staring at.

"Do you want to see a picture?" Ron asked as Harry sighed over the empty cot.

Harry looked up at him, almost scared; he didn't know what would happen when he saw this picture. He'd seen ones of his parents before their deaths, and always felt a strange sense of happy loss. Knowing they loved him enough to die for him, but Jamie didn't even meet him, he had no idea that Harry loved him.

Slowly he nodded and Ron left the room. Within a matter of seconds he was back with a photo album. He sat down beside Harry with a smile on his face; but his expression quickly turned when he saw the first picture. A baby lay sleeping in his mothers arms, she was gently rocking him back and forth, singing, well, that's what it looked like. Harry was surprised by his reaction, he smiled and sighed quietly, did Jamie even look like him? He didn't know really, because in this picture he was so small he didn't even have hair.

"He looks like you Harry, so like your dad as well I guess," Ron stated, as though he could read Harry's mind, "But he looks much more like you."

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"Well, he got bigger, grew hair, it was black! A Weasley with black hair!" Ron trailed off and made Harry laugh, it was good to laugh. "But yeah, his hair was more messy than your dads…"

"Why did Ginny call him Jamie then?" Harry asked.

"Well, she called him 'Jamie Harry Weasley'. She wanted it to be Potter, but then realised that if she told the name people that, then they would know he was your child," Ron explained.

"But where did the Jamie come from? I guess it came from James," Harry asked again.

"Well, she did it to honour both of you, together. You both fought V-Voldemort, Harry, and you were both the greatest wizards ever!" Ron replied with pride.

"Apart from Dumbledore," Harry said quickly.

"Well, yeah…" Ron replied.

There was a short pause until Ron turned the page to see more of Harry's son. In the next picture, Jamie was walking towards Ginny and he had the biggest smile on his face, and so did Ginny.

"This was his first step," Ron said happily. At this, Harry smiled wider than he had in the longest time, he was so very proud of his little son. "And, um, we found a picture of you Harry, well, Ginny went to Privet Drive and took it from your aunt and uncle…"

Harry looked across the page to another picture of a boy, roughly the same age, same hair, same height, also taking his first steps. Only this time, when he saw the mother, there was another woman, darker hair, less freckles, and a father beside her. His mum and dad were looking at him with such pride, and when Harry reached them, both of them hugged him with what looked like all the strength they could use without suffocating him. He looked across from one photo to the other, and the two different babies looked exactly the same, looked the same person.

Harry burst into tears. Why was his life so terrible? Why did he not remember his parents? Why did he not meet his son? Why did he go away? Why was he in a prophecy to save the world? Why couldn't he have just been normal?

"Oh Harry!"

He didn't know where she came from, but he didn't care; he hugged her as tight as he could, letting out all the tears he'd held in for two weeks; all the tears of anger, tears of sadness and tears of hate.

"I'm so sorry Harry," Ginny whispered in his ear.

"So am I," He choked back, "I'll never leave again."

A/N Nice ending? Sad ending? You tell me! Please??? Thanks for reading!! Oh and I'm really sorry for any spelling mistakes in this chapter, lots of stuff I couldn't really be bothered to look up in the books cos it would have taken forever, I know I'm lazy, but you all know what the spelling mistakes are meant to say!!