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A/N: Here's Chapter 2. I hope you enjoy :)

Ch. 2: We Are Broken

"You're what?!" Harry yelled at Ginny's back as she retreated into their bedroom her red hair flying behind her back, "Ginny, could you wait just a second." His head was pounding, but when he woke up on the couch to the loud banging sounds of her packing a bag, he decided that he needed to act quickly to prevent her from leaving him. A part of him knew, that if she left now that she wouldn't be coming back. But another part of him was too hungover to care. He was really a fucked up person.

"No, I'm leaving. Not for good just until winter holidays when the kids come back and then maybe we'll have to get in to the legal aspect of things. I just can't take it Harry. Everyday with the drinking, it's like I don't even know you!" She shouted yanking the drawer open and started to throw her belongings into the open trunk on the bed.

"But can't we just talk about it?" Harry pleaded with his angry wife, taking things out of her suitcase as she threw more into it.

"I'm done talking, just like you're done listening. I could talk until I stop breathing, but until you stop coming home pissed off your arse I'm not going to be there. You slept all fucking day Harry! All fucking day. When I left for work, you were fucking asleep and when I came home from work you were still fucking asleep. Did you forget that you have a job? It's fucking seven-o-clock at night Harry!" she said finally turning around showing the hurt and agony that lay behind her fiery brown eyes, that were currently swimming with tears, "Do you even know how worried I was last night?

"Five in the morning is when you decide to come home?! With no call, no anything from you letting me know that you were ok. I waited for you, maybe you would come back and apologize, but I was disappointed when you came tumbling in the front door and broke mum's clock. And then you attempt to stealthily sneak the rest of the way into the house. You're not in school anymore, you're not a child you have a family to feed, a wife to come home to. Do you even remember that last time we had sex?! Or the last time we touched each other in any sort of intimacy" she shouted her temper getting the best of her

"Please don't do this," he pled with her still trying to take the things out of her trunk while she was packing. She smacked his hands away and reached her hands around his face and jerked his head up so that he was eye to eye with her. He quickly diverted his gaze and she dropped her hands as if she had been burnt.

"Answer me. Do you even remember the last time you touched me and meant it?" she asked her voice quavering as she waited for his answer for the second time, "Answer me!" she shouted. Harry cringed away from the sound and his hand flew to his hair. He looked up at her. That was a mistake, but she was so mesmerizing and beautiful when she was angry like this he couldn't look away.

He looked at her dumbfounded his mind reeling through all of his more recent memories. Trying to find himself with his wife in the throes of passion. Trying to remember the last time she called out his name. But also at the same time trying not to remember what Malfoy had said to him the previous night about his wife not wanting to fuck him. Was it really Harry not wanting to have sex with Ginny? Harry shook his head to clear it but Ginny seem to take that as an assertion of what she was asking.

"Exactly, we've had this house to ourselves for the first time in 14 years for almost two months but you haven't tried to seduce me in a single way. You just drink your sorrows away. You don't get any pleasure from seeing me anymore. You'd rather see the bottom of the bottle. Well, I'm done waiting. I can't take it anymore, I can't take watching you destroy our life, destroy your own life for that matter. I can't love you as much I do, and keep watching you do this. I'm done Harry, for right now at least. I'm done," she said her voice cracking as the tears started to flow from her eyes. He hated when she cried. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he couldn't bring himself to reach out for her. This angered him even further.

"I don't know what to say," Harry said his green eyes flicking to the floor so he didn't have to look into hers. He knew she was right, but he also didn't know how to fix it or what to do about it. He was Harry Potter, the Man Who Killed the Dark Lord. He was the Head of the Auror Office. But, he couldn't even satisfy his wife, let alone bring himself to answer why he didn't care, or didn't want to satisfy her. His insides clenched with the stress of this whole situation.

"Your actions speak louder than your words ever have," she said, the bite behind her words, more than Harry could take. He strode out of the room and into the kitchen where he started rummage around in the cupboard for the beer that he had stashed there when Ginny had gone on one of her rampages and threw the alcohol in the house out.

"Can I least ask where you're headed?" Harry asked her as she dragged her trunk into the front hall finally coming into view from his spot in the kitchen. He cast a refilling charm on his beer bottle as it almost got to the end. He watched her, his eyes becoming hazy. Whether it was from the alcohol or from tears, he wasn't sure.

"Mum and Dad's," she said brusquely. She stared at him as he lifted the bottle to his mouth and drank deeply from it. She scoffed, though it sounded more like a choked sob, "Goodbye Harry," she yanked open the door and walked out of his life.

"Goodbye." He said almost mocking her. Why was he acting like this? He loved her, he really loved her, and if he didn't love her he wouldn't have married her. If he didn't love her then he wouldn't have had three kids with her. If he really loved her, he wouldn't have let her walk through that door. He loved her.

His green eyes watched the door knowing that his wife, while angry at the moment, would walk right back in tears streaming down her face in apology. She would run into his arms and they would embrace. He would apologize and tell her that he was going to attempt to get better. He would tell her that he was going to attempt to conquer the demons that caused him to drink. She would nod and kiss him and they would retreat to the bedroom. She loved him. He knew it.

He lost track of the time as he stood there. Leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, with his drink in hand, watching the door, he tried to assure himself that any second it would open, any minute, any hour. As the clock struck midnight he knew that she wasn't coming home tonight. If at all. He had sat there for five hours knowing that she would come back. Now, as he grasped his beer bottle in his hand he realized that he didn't really know what he knew anymore. His head was jumbled and his thoughts were fucked up. He was pretty sure that the beer in his hand wasn't helping the situation at all.

"FUCK!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and he threw his bottle against the door, though after he had done it he immediately wished that he hadn't. What he wouldn't give to drink himself into a stupor until his wife came back, until his love for his wife came back. He slumped against the doorframe and slid to the ground his chest aching with the pain, but he wasn't able to do anything about it.

After the final battle, the fear and the tears just wouldn't come anymore. The last time he had cried was when James was born, but that was out of sheer terror of the fact that he was responsible for someone who was completely helpless without Harry. He remembered clutching his first-born son in his arms, as he looked up at him with Ginny's chocolate eyes. He looked so startled it was funny. Harry had touched his cheek and James had stared at him for a split second, it was so beautiful, so fulfilling Harry's heart broke.

He thought back to that day and the tears ran hot and fast from his eyes. He must have sat like that for another hour before he sobbed himself dry. He stood up quickly and cleaned up the broken glass by the door, just incase Ginny came back. Harry looked out of the window towards the other houses where happy families were slumbering, or sharing intimate moments with their lovers.

He ran his fingers through his messy hair, and walked to his room so he could find the pack of muggle cigarettes that he hidden in his cloak pocket, deciding that this would be an opportune time to smoke. But instead of his fingers closing around the pack of cigarettes, he found a crumpled piece of paper.

He pulled it out of his cloak pocket and raised it to his face. What the hell, he thought as he went over to cupboard and pulled out another beer. He cooled it with his wand and stared at the little piece of paper. He made up his mind and quickly downed the rest of his beer. He crumpled the paper back up and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans. He didn't know the repercussions that would come from his actions, but frankly he was a little too drunk to care. A part of him thought that going to the Trolls Lagoon right now would be a better idea than what he was deciding to do. He looked at the empty beer bottle and wondered if he should just refill it until he passed out. Something in the back of his head saying that doing that would be a worse idea than the other idea that he was currently warring with.

He got up and put the bottle into the trashcan staring at it wistfully before he made up his mind for real. He walked into the family room and stood in front of the

Harry's resolve wavered as he stared into the fireplace. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled a handful of Floo powder out of the container on the top of the mantle. He sighed again as he threw the powder into the fire. It blazed almost as green as his eyes as he stepped in and said clearly, "Malfoy Manor."

A/N: Ohhhhhh cliffie. Hahah. Don't worry, if you review…maybe…please? I'll give you the next chapter. The reason why I uploaded this one, was the influx of story alerts. Buttt maybe next time I won't be so generous :)