Harry drove down the busy Manhattan street, his son saying nothing in the passenger seat. This was good because Harry really didn't need to hear from his son what a fucked up thing it was he'd just done. He only hoped Albus wouldn't run his mouth off to Ginny.

"Son, please don't say anything to your mother. You know how she doesn't like me having any fun."

"What?" asked Albus.

"I said you know how she worries." Albus was too busy playing with his smartphone to pay much attention to what his father was saying.

"God, these kids don't give a damn about having an adventure. They just want to play on their phones!" thought Harry, "When I would sneak into London back in the day, a phone was for talking, not playing. Shit was serious business!"

They soon pulled into Harry's house. It was a modest house, just like Ginny wanted.

"Ginny-darling, we're home," said Harry as he entered the house. He got no answer. He did, however, hear Ginny on the phone, talking to one of her girlfriends perhaps. Albus went straight to his room and closed the door. Harry took this time to relax, sitting down on the couch and putting his feet up. It wasn't until Ginny's constant chatter on the phone had ended that he noticed her standing right next to him

"What did you do wrong this time," she demanded. Harry turned to see her arms crossed.

"What do you mean darling? I just picked Albus up from karate class like you asked." That kid! There was no way he could of told Ginny what he did, Harry would have heard it.

"Albus just texted me and said you got into a fight with his coach!" shouted Ginny. Harry was too stricken by the fact Albus texted her mother instead of just talking to her to worry about anything else.

"He texted you? Why on earth didn't he just tell you?" said Harry.

"Stop changing the subject! Damn you Harry! You know how I hate you showing off! You promised when we came to America you'd give up all that magic nonsense and just live a normal life!"

"But I do have a normal life," protested Harry, "I have a job I hate, a wife hat doesn't love me and a kid that ignores me!"

"Normal people don't use magic to win fights" Ginny stormed off. She stopped at the doorway to the kitchen and turned to face Harry.

"And they don't drive old cars either! It's 2016 Harry! Junk that 57 Chevy and ride Uber like everyone else!"

"What the hell is an uber?" demanded Harry.

"It's a service where you have a car pick you up and take you to where you need to go! Honestly Harry! You said you'd keep up with the times!" Harry looked confused. He was pretty sure what Ginny had just descried was called a Taxi. Before he could say this though, Ginny had already shut the door to the living room. He could hear her in the Kitchen, talking on the phone as she made her dinner. Harry emphasised "her" dinner seeing as how she only cooked for herself and sometimes Albus.

After several hours of watching lousy TV, Harry decided he might as well go to bed. He'd need all the energy he could if he wanted to make it through another day at his job. This time, he would not have the luxury of being high while he was there. He decided to at least say goodnight to his son before he did so.

Harry walked upstairs and opened up the door to his son's room. He instantly regraded doing so. Albus was at his computer, jerking off to porn.

"Christ," thought Harry, "kid gets more action than I do and I'm married." He figured his wife would be asleep when he entered the master bedroom. She wasn't though. Instead, she was propped up on her pillow, her smartphone in her hand.

"Bloody hell, don't tell me you're looking at porn too," he asked as he climbed into bed. Ginny ignored him. Harry ran a finger down her thigh as he leaned close and kissed her cheek. Ginny remained stoic. He wondered just how far he could go before she stopped him.

He was quickly answered when Ginny jabbed him hard in the stomach.

"All you want is to fuck," she spat out. Harry looked defensive.

"Well, actually I just want to make love to my wife. You know, because I love her?" Ginny said nothing. She was once again too busy with her phone. Harry decided to just give up and call it a night. He turned off the bedside lamp and got under the covers.

Ginny was still on her phone. The light coming from it glared out in the darkness. Harry remembered when he and Ginny use to make love almost every night. That was before life sat in. He'd often wondered if he made the right decision as he lay in bed, cold and alone.