Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR.

A/N: Just thought I'd throw out the kind of music that I listen to, when I write 'Memories'. Within Temptation's 'Memories' gave me idea for the story, btw. I know I just updated yesterday too, but let's just say, I had..err.. some "inspiration" to help with this chapter. ;)

Linkin Park- Leave out all the rest and In between

Within Temptation- What have you done and Memories

Present time

Ginny woke up mere seconds after she hit the ground. She opened her eyes to see her son leaning over her, crying "Mum, wake up! Mum!" and hitting her softly with his little hands. Tasha was still sitting on the floor, thinking her Mummy was playing some kind of funny game.

Ginny sat up and tried to understand what had happened. Her eyes fell onto the letter she had received prior to her 'spill'. She kept looking at it like it was some big joke. She hadn't seen his handwriting in months, especially after their big falling out after Tasha's birth.

She immediately went over to the fireplace to floo him. She had to get to the bottom of this letter. Maybe she had just imagined it all. She prepared dinner for Mia, Oliver and Tasha, bathed them and tucked them in for the night. She knew Harry wouldn't be home until late that night, so she knew she had a chance to talk to HIM. She was feeling almost a little gitty and nervous. It had been so long…

Just when she got a connection to his house and his head appereard in the fireplace, she heard Harry coming home. 'Why can't he use the Floo like every normal wizard?' Ginny thought. 'Wasn't it enough that he got a car after the war and insisted on using it all the time?'

"I have to go. We talk later." She hissed at her Floo Partner.

"Who will you talk to later?" Harry had just opened the door and came in. 'Who was she talking to? Maybe just Luna or something' he dismissed. 'I'm must be getting paranoid over nothing'

"Oh, I just floo-ed Luna to maybe get together later on this week for some coffee, you know. Girl's stuff" Ginny answered. 'Let's hope he believed me'. "Ok, hope you have fun. " Ginny let out a small sigh of relieve.

She turned to walk into their kitchen to warm up some dinner for her husband and Harry following along. He took out a glass to pour himself some Firewhiskey.

'Oh, oh that can't be good.' Ginny thought. Harry hardly ever drank and definitely not Firewhiskey during the week.

"Ginny, you won't believe who I ran into this afternoon." Harry was visibly distraught over something. Ginny could tell that much already. "Who did you run into, hon?"

"Malfoy! And he was being is usually git and totally full of himself." He told her everything that had happened in front of the sandwich shop. "Now, the only thing I can't understand is how in the world does he know what Tasha looks like. We've been keeping the kids out of the papers, since Mia was born. So he couldn't have seen her there." Harry was talking more to himself than to Ginny.

"Maybe we missed an article after Tasha was born; you know how stressful that birth was." Ginny answered. "It's too late now anyway. He knows and we can't do anything about it."

"Ginny, don't you understand? I don't want anybody to know what my children look like until they get admitted to Hogwarts. I don't want them to grow up with all the attention, having me as their father." Harry was getting angry. Why couldn't she understand! He had grown up without knowing about his past with Voldemort and in the end, it was what made him stronger in his life. All he wanted was for his children to have a happy childhood.

"Hon, I DO understand, but there is nothing we can do about it. And as long as it's just one person MAYBE knowing what Tasha looks like, there is no reason to go postal over it."

Ginny felt like this would turn into another of their big arguments and was mentally preparing herself for the onslaught of screams, insults and at the end tears. "Postal? I'm NOT going P-O-S-T-A-L Ginny!! Where did you hear that expression anyway? From one of your stupid Day Soaps or something?" Harry threw his glass into the sink where it shattered into pieces.

"Why does it matter where I get what from? It's not like I'm getting much of YOU lately anyway!" Ginny spat back. They were standing in the kitchen like they were ready to duel. Both drawn up to their full height, ready to battle it out.

"What do you mean you're not getting much of me? I work hard every day to support this family; so that you and the children can have all this." Harry waved his hand around, "So you can write your stupid little articles for the Prophet and stay home. Isn't that enough? It's never enough is it Ginny. No matter what I do, I can never make you happy."

Ginny's face was starting to turn as red as her hair. Only Harry could get her from 0 to 100 in less than 5 sec. "My stupid little articles?? If I didn't have those stupid and little articles, I would have gotten stir crazy in this Golden cage a long time ago." Ginny had almost enough. "You're not the one stuck at home with no one to talk to besides three children under six. Maybe I want to talk to ADULTS sometimes."

"Well, then Floo Luna or Phlegm. They are adults. Or maybe go and DO something besides sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself, watching Muggle TV and getting fat." Harry nearly screamed now. He hardly ever lost his temper these days, but today was just not one of those. And comparing Luna and Phlegm to adults didn't help either.

Ginny just stared at him. This was definitely the low point in their arguments. The tears where starting to rise into her eyes and she turned around to leave.

"Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please…Ginny!" Harry knew he had crossed an invisible line, knew he'd have a hard time making up for this one. He followed her into the sitting area and saw her grabbing her jacket from the sofa.

"I'm leaving Harry. Dinner is in the icebox." Ginny turned to throw some Floo powder and leave.

"Gin, Hon..Ginny, please don't leave. I said I was sorry." Harry had crossed the sitting area to where she was standing. "Harry, Sorry won't do this time" and with that she threw the Floo powder into the fireplace, saw the green flames shoot up and stepped in. "The Burrow" was the last thing Harry heard her say.