A/N: Sorry I have taken so long in posting this up been very busy and stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry turned towards the steps and looked up to where the small voice had come from, there standing on the top of the steps was a young boy of about 4 years old, he had jet black hair which was sticking up at odd angels, the little boy resembled Harry at that age, however he did not have the glasses or the lighting scar on his forehead, the only other thing that was really different was that he had bright blue eyes. Harry just stood there for a moment looking between Ginny and the young boy not knowing what to say.
"Are you okay Mr. Williams?" Ginny asked looking at his slightly dazed expression.
Snapping out of it he turned his head away from the boy to Ginny who was now standing next to him. "Yes I'm fine." Harry looked back up to the boy and asked "Is this your son?"
"Yes it is." Ginny giggled slightly as she looked back at the confused youngster on the top of the stairs. "Come down James and say hello." James walked slowly down the stairs careful not to trip, he still had a confused expressions on his face form the use of his name earlier. Once he had reached the hall he stood in front of Harry and looked up.
Harry bent down so that he was level with the young boy feeling very strange and out of place he said "Hello James, I'm James Williams." Harry shook the boys hand and was unable to take his eyes away from the young boys which were wide and questioning, he was still feeling weird that this might be the first time that he had met his son.
"James" Said the young boy confused as he looked up at Harry who had risen from his crouched position on the floor. "That's my name." He said pointing at himself.
"Yes dear, this man is also called James." Ginny chuckled.
"Oh, right. Nice to meet you." James said still looking at Harry as if he could see something that his mother couldn't.
"Why don't you go back upstairs and play, I'll just show Mr. Williams around."
"Yes mommy, bye other James." James walked away back up the stairs and through a door on the other side of the landing.
"Do you want a cup of tea Mr. Williams?" asked Ginny as she walked into the kitchen.
"Yes please, and just call me James please."
"Okay, take a seat James it won't be a minute." She walked over to one of the counters and took out two plain white mugs from the cabinet, she then flicked her wand at the cups and they filled with tea. "Do you have any sugar?"
"Yes, 2 please." Said Harry as he sat down looking round the kitchen. "So how old is James?" He asked as Ginny set the mugs down in front of them and started drinking.
"He's 3 years 4 months." (A/N: sorry if I worked it out wrong, I don't think I did but I may have.)
"So you were pregnant during the war." Harry stated wondering if she had told him but he had been too caught up in the war to listen.
"Yes, but only just by a month."She laughed slightly.
"And the father, he didn't mind you fighting whilst pregnant?" Now worried that he had told her that she could fight with his unborn child.
She cast her eyes down to the table as if the memory gave her pain. "I just found out on the morning of the final battle that I was pregnant and there wasn't any time to tell him." She sniffed lightly but looked back up at Harry.
"And who was the father? If you don't mind me asking."
To Harry's surprise she giggled at this. "Where have you been these last few years, haven't you heard Rita Skeeter prattling on about it? Harry shook his head slowly wondering what had been said whilst he was gone, obviously even in his death the women wouldn't shut up about him. "Well she's been saying that James is going to turn out just like his father would have, she believes what my brother Ron has been saying about Harry Potter, that women would believe anything as long as it is something that she can print." Ginny huffed at the last part. "Poor Harry there was never even a body to bury, that's if there was one in the first place." Ginny lent in further towards Harry and started whispering as if she thought that they were going to be over heard. "Some people don't even believe that he has gone, they still think that he's out there, that's why the minstery is still printing the lies about Harry trying to keep him away in case he is out there, they are worried that he would have become the next dark lord. "
"Anyway" She continued. "These select few are working together to try and track him down, so far they have managed to get hold of some of his magical traces, but that just don't know what form he will be in, human, soulless, sprit, or even animal. That's what Hermione is trying to do when ever she's not working, along with some other people, such as Fred and George and Lupin." She paused looking down at her half drunken tea.
"Wow." Said Harry amazed that some people had been looking for him. "So how far have they got to finding him?"
"Well so far they have managed to trace him to this muggle town not too far from the ground of the last battle, it seems that he had run or something to that extent to the village. From there we have traced him to Gringrots, but have come at a dead end. The goblins won't tell us whether or not he has emptied out his vault, if he has that might tell us that he is in a human form. Also Gringrots has wards around it that erase the magical traces, we could only trace it outside the bank and assume that he had entered it, so we can't find the trace, we think that he may have apparated out of the bank, and only the goblins can un-do the wards, which would then allow us to trace it." She sighed again, then looked up sharply her eyes wide. "Crap I shouldn't have told you that. I'm sorry please don't repeat that!"
"Don't worry I won't Gin." He said without thinking.
Ginny looked up at him her eyes wide. "You just called me Gin! How did you know..." She started.
Harry's head snapped up thinking fast. How would I have known only me, Ron and Hermione called her that, how would I have known! "I heard some people call you that at school." Harry said interrupting her mid sentence. "Sorry, I just assumed that you didn't mind being called it."
"Oh no its fine really, I was just surprised, that's all. Do you want me to show you round now?"
"Yes, please."
Ginny cleaned the empty mugs on the table with a flick of her wand and put them back into the cupboard still looking slightly suspicious at the use of the name Gin. She then lead the way out of the Kitchen and started to show Harry about the house, telling him to make himself at home. As that went upstairs to the attic room where Harry would be staying she pointed out that it was a muggle village that they lived in, however it was fine to do magic in the grounds of the house as they had wards round which alerted them of muggles in the area.
"And this is where you will be staying." She said showing him through the door and into the attic. The attic was like an extra bit of the house, as you entered it you had a small cosy living room, complete with television and shelves of books, both muggle and wizardry. Through the door on the left side of the room there was a decent sized bedroom with a four poster bed, much like those that they used to sleep in at Hogwarts. Through another door on the opposite side of the living room there was a bathroom, which consisted of a large Victorian style bath a separate shower, a toilet, and a sink. "You will have to use the kitchen downstairs, and you are also welcome to use the rest of the house if you want, but these rooms will be your own. Is there anything else you want?"
"No its fine." Harry was looking at the book shelves intently reading the titles trying to see if there were any new copies of anything that he didn't have already.
"How long do you think you will stay for?"
"Just until I can find a way into my residence." Harry said once again not thinking about the words he had just said, he was of course talking about Grimmauld Place, but if anyone, such as Dumbledore or Hermione was watching the house he had to find a way to enter without them noticing, maybe he could put up a few wards... Ginny fixed him with a strange look before closing the door behind her and leaving. There' something strangely familiar about him She thought And he's deffiently hiding something...
Hearing that the door closed behind him he went into the bedroom and put down his bag on the bed. He sighed and laid down on his back thinking. Maybe it wasn't such as good idea to stay here, what would happen if he blew his cover! There would be questions and maybe even inquires if word got out. He wanted to be back, he had wanted it for all the years he had been away, this place was his home, but now all that he wanted to do was just disappear again. He had a son! He had missed 4 years of his life! Did his son think he was dead? Did he know who his father was? Did he even know he had one? If they did find out who he was what would Ginny expect? A marriage? He would be there for his son, but getting married? He didn't love Ginny! He was happy with her, and yes he did love her in some way but he had found that it didn't last. He didn't spend every waking moment wanting to wake up with her, missing her, their love he had found was the love that got you through the years of being young, but when out in the real world it just didn't last. Does she feel the same way? Questions plagued Harry's mind till they were shouting at him. Clutching at his head he tried to rid his mind of the thoughts that were inhabiting it, he took two deep breaths, closed his eyes, then let the air that he had been holding in his lungs out taking the unanswered questions with it. Harry relaxed again feeling rather drained, he looked out of the window, the sky was a dark grey as if it was about to rain, and the sun was setting sending a light orange glow across the sky. Harry decided that he needed some rest then he would be able to think more clearly. He got undressed and climbed into bed thinking "Knocks" before he laid his head on the pillow. The last thought that travelled through his mind before sleep claimed him was What am I going to do now?
A/N: Once I am sorry for how long this took me to post but I have been busy. I hope you like it!
