A/N Thanks to reviewers:

VictoriaM2006 Hmm, that's an idea I never thought of, but I'll have to think about it.

Morgan luvs harry 4everness Thanks I like to think I can write sweet stuff hehe!

Old Grudges

Harry Potter woke up in his bed one morning, not knowing what was coming that day. His wife, Ginny, was asleep peacefully next to him. In their house in Brighton they looked straight out to the sea. They lived on a cliff edge, away from any other buildings, and muggles couldn't see their house.

It had been five years since Harry and Ginny had got married, to the date. In those past five years, they had had a little baby boy, who was now coming up to his fifth birthday, brought a house in Brighton, decorated it, and got jobs. Harry was now an Auror, it took him a while to get through his training, but he got there, and since Alistor Moody he was the best Auror around. Ginny was now working for the Ministry, only as a secretary for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office, but she got by.

Harry quietly slipped out of bed and walked out of the room to go downstairs, leaving Ginny sleeping. Not much to his surprise, he walked into the giant living room and saw toys all over the floor, but no person.

"Rah!"

Harry jumped out of his skin as his son Jason jumped on his back. He rolled his eyes and laughed. He should have seen it coming; Jason did it to him every morning.

"Daddy! Morning!" Jason shouted loudly, same as every day.

"Jason, you'll wake your mum up!" Harry warned, but as he turned round he saw Ginny leaning against the door frame, rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry mummy," Jason said quietly.

"It's ok," Ginny hugged him, "Well I'm up now so you may as well make all the noise you want!"

Jason smiled and ran out of the room, and then moments after Harry heard toy cars zooming around the floor in the next room.

He smiled and looked at Ginny, "Happy anniversary," He said, handing over a card.

"Oh Harry, thank you," Ginny kissed him on the cheek and opened the card. When she finished reading it she looked at him and said, "I love you."

"I love you too," Harry replied. "So, are you sure you have a babysitter for tonight?" He asked.

"Of course, mum's doing it, she doesn't mind, she loves Jason!" Ginny said excitedly.

"Ok then, it's been a while since we've been out on our own," Harry replied.

Tonight the two of them were going out for an anniversary dinner, because they saw five years as a good, healthy milestone in a marriage, well, Ginny did.

"Daddy!" Jason shouted, running back into the room. "I learnt a new word in school yesterday!"

"Oh really, what was that then?" Harry asked.

"Hero!" Jason said cleverly.

Harry smiled at his son, marvelling in his 'wisdom'. "Well done mate," He encouraged.

"Your dad's a hero you know," Ginny said as she walked past.

"Really?!" Jason said loudly.

Harry looked at Ginny and shook his head. He didn't want Jason finding out about him killing a person, no matter how bad he was, not until he was old enough to understand why he did it. He had made Ginny hide all the newspaper interviews he'd given so that Jason wouldn't accidentally find out. Harry had finally given an interview after Jason was born, so it was over a year since he had actually killed Voldemort. But his son being born had made him realise that what he had done in killing Voldemort was a great thing, because then no more children could be killed by him, like Jamie had been, and like Harry had almost been. It made him realise exactly why people wanted to read about it. Maybe adults that had children killed by him were glad to hear about it, maybe it soothed their minds. So Harry had given a full interview. But not about Dumbledore. He and the Weasley's had agreed to take that to the grave, he didn't want anyone to know about that, the greatest wizard in the world's downfall.

"Yes, he is, he's my hero!" Ginny said sarcastically.

Jason made a face as if to say, 'You're disgusting,' and walked back off to his toys in the next room.

"You need to tell him someday," Ginny said thoughtfully to Harry once Jason had left the room.

"One day's not today," Harry replied, "If I tell him I killed a man, he wouldn't understand and he'd think me a murderer."

"Well when will you tell him?" Ginny asked.

"When he's old enough to understand what Voldemort was like, when he can understand that I did it for the good of the world, not because I felt like it," Harry explained tetchily.

"Ok, well he's your son too I suppose," Ginny sighed. "I'm going for a shower now anyway, I'll see you later."

With that, Ginny kissed him on the cheek and walked out. Leaving him feeling guilty, but she usually did that anyway.

"I hope they're ok at home," Harry said that evening.

They had been out at dinner for little over an hour, and that was the third time since they'd got there that he mentioned his son and mother in law.

"Harry!" Ginny shouted at him, "If you don't trust my mother then why did you agree to this? Having some time ALONE?"

"I do trust her, its Jason I don't trust, he's so hyperactive, don't know if your mum will be able to keep up," He said with a little joke in his voice.

"Are you saying my mother is old Harry?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but she'll always be Mrs Weasley to me, and I can't imagine her running around."

Harry had a little giggle to himself as Ginny shook her head in disbelief. They sat for a few minutes in silence, as Harry could tell that Ginny was a little annoyed with him. He was just about to make a joke when Mrs Weasley apparated at the door to the restaurant.

"Oh my god…" Harry said quietly.

"What now?" Ginny asked, clearly agitated.

"Ginny! Harry!"

Ginny looked around and saw her mum running up to them in tears.

"Mum? What is it? Where's Jason?" Ginny stood up and yelled at her quickly.

"They took him!" Mrs Weasley cried loudly. Most of the people in the restaurant were looking at them by now, mostly because it was Harry Potter, and also because someone had been kidnapped.

"Who took him mum?" Ginny shook her arms.

Mrs Weasley tried to calm herself down and looked around at all the people staring. She then lowered her head, looked at Ginny, bent forward, "Death Eaters," She whispered.

Harry was in a trance through the whole conversation, but then he heard the words, those horrible words, and he clicked out of it and stared at Mrs Weasley.

"Death Eaters?!" Harry shouted.

The whole restaurant erupted, people shouted and screamed, some people ran out of the building, some sat frozen, and some didn't even believe it, they laughed.

"Mum, Death Eaters are long gone!" Ginny shouted at her.

"They were wearing the masks!" Mrs Weasley shouted back.

"They're all gone!"

"Shut up the two of you!" Harry yelled at them both. "You're not helping to find Jason, now come on."

Harry started marching away from them, out the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked.

"We're apparating," He replied. He turned to Mrs Weasley, "Go back to the Burrow, tell Mr Weasley to notify the Ministry, then go to Ron and Hermione's house, tell them Ginny will be going back there to take them to where I am."

"Where will you be?" She replied.

"I don't know, but I've been there before, in, dreams…" He said.

Mrs Weasley disapparated and left Harry and Ginny in the now raging streets of Diagon Ally.

"Where are we going Harry?" Ginny choked out behind the tears.

"The place I saw Voldemort kill a man in my fourth year, before he was real again. I just hope they're there," Harry replied. "Now, cling on to my arm, you don't know where we're going."

Ginny took hold of his arm tightly and they left, landing outside the mansion, if you'd call it that, that Harry had seen many years before. Sure enough, there was a light on in a higher room, Harry was right, he was sure it was the Death Eaters.

"Ginny, go get Ron and Hermione, bring them here," Harry said quietly.

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine, I killed these peoples master, and you're really worried about me?" He asked sarcastically.

Ginny smiled weakly and kissed him, "I love you, don't do anything stupid." And she disapparated off without another word.

Harry crept up the stairs of the building until he got to the single room with a light on. The door was ajar, and he could hear every word that Draco Malfoy said.

"You wait, he'll be here any minute, and then we'll get him and kill his little brat too," He said.

Harry heard his son screaming for him somewhere beyond this room, if only he could see him.

"Why won't they shut the brat up?" Malfoy shouted. "Oh you wait and see, Bella, my plan will work, and Harry Potter will be dead before midnight, all thanks to me!"

"Maybe he would if you would sit and wait," Bellatrix answered, "There are only three of us in this, Draco, you shouldn't be so cocky."

"Oh don't be stupid, I've been working for this for five years, he can't kill me, he doesn't have the heart, and even if he does, he's got old now, he'll be out of touch," Malfoy spluttered out, almost like he was nervous, despite what he was saying.

"She's right you know, you shouldn't be so cocky."

Malfoy and Bellatrix spun round to see Harry standing in the doorway, smiling at them, both of their wands raised.

"Who's to say I'm out of touch Malfoy?" Harry continued, stalling for time, "You forget I killed your master, and they say killers never loose touch."

"You did that because you had to," Malfoy spat at him.

"No I didn't, I nearly died, I was going to give up…"

"But you thought of the Weasel, yeah, yeah, we know Potter," Malfoy finished for him.

"But I killed him because I wanted to, and I enjoyed it," Harry lied. "Now, where's my son?"

Malfoy and Bellatrix laughed, "You mean you can't hear him?" She laughed, "Out there with Wormtail?"

Harry's heart stopped but started again equally as fast, that wasn't his problem right now. "Let me see him," Harry demanded.

"Now why would I do that when I can…" Malfoy smirked, "Crucio."

Harry was on the floor in pain, so much agony, more than he'd ever felt in his life. He wanted to die, kill him now. He twitched and jerked and screamed. Then it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. He lay on the floor in a heap, he could hear the two laughing at him.

"Let me have a go," Bella said excitedly.

And the pain was back, kill him, stop his life, he couldn't stand anymore.

"Argh!"

A scream that wasn't his filled his heart with hope.

"Harry!" Hermione rushed to his side, followed by Ginny.

"Harry, get up, are you ok?" Ginny cried.

"I'm fine," He answered, still struggling for breath but getting unsteadily to his feet anyway.

"Mate, you ok?" Ron said to him, while still holding his wand up to Bellatrix.

Harry nodded and was got poised for fight.

Through the silence, a laugh started, Malfoy was still laughing.

"This is who you brought? A mudblood and two Weasels?" He said, "Even though one of them is looking good." He winked at Ginny and she shook her head at him, would he never change from being a pathetic, needy little boy?

"It's more than a rat," Harry spat back.

Malfoy and Bellatrix went silent.

"Wormtail!" Bella shouted after a moment.

He came scurrying out from the next room, dirty and rigid as ever. He said nothing, but looked expectantly at Malfoy and Bella, who pointed to Harry.

"Let's end this," Malfoy said quietly.

Harry wasn't ready, he was still recovering from the curse, but before he knew it another curse was heading straight for him, and everything went blank.

A/N It's not the end yet!! The next chapter is the last one, so get guessing what's happening! (Nice twist though to their happy life, don't you think?!)