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He felt a sense of déjà vu as he stood opposite the beautiful redhead. She was bravely facing him, her wand lying forgotten on the floor, and she seemed to believe that his threats were insincere. Behind her, a child cried as it shifted in its cot.

"Let me pass and I’ll spare your life," he said quietly.

"No. You’ll not get by as long as I’m alive," she said courageously. Her body moved to better protect the baby, and he shook his head as memories flashed in his mind.

"The child will be mine," he told her as he raised his wand. "If that requires your death, so be it."

"Harry, no," she cried out as tears fell down her cheeks. "Please don’t."

"I gave you a chance, Ginny," he reminded her calmly, no longer able to see the woman he’d once loved. "He’s mine and you’ll no longer keep him from me."

"You won’t get him! I won’t have him growing up to become like you," she snarled as she advanced on him. "You aren’t his father, have never been his father."

"Silly girl," Harry laughed, "you think you can fight me without a wand? Do you know who I am? I could kill you with a thought."

"You killed me when you chose this path," she whispered softly. "But I won’t let you ruin his life. I’ll kill him before I let you have him."

"No," Harry growled. Before he had a chance to think about it, the room lit with a very familiar green light. She fell backward, her red hair framing her tear-stained face, and he leaned down to stroke her cheek. "All you had to do was join me."

He stepped over her body and picked up the crying baby. Holding him close, he smiled. "Aren’t you a pretty boy?"

"Harry, we need to go," Hermione told him from the doorway. "The Aurors will be coming soon and we don’t want to risk James getting hurt in the crossfire."

Harry nodded and stepped back over the body of his wife. "Let’s go. I’ve got what I came for," he told the others as he joined his best friend.

"Yes, my Lord."

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