Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Rescuing the Potter Sr.

by Ydream08

Prologue

Foolishly she had thought they could make it work. What was one little obstacle anyway? Hadn't they seen past their youthful mistakes? Finally confessed one another their love?

"I…" I love you. "I can't," she said instead. It was all too much. She couldn't lose her family. Grown distant or not, at the age seventeen, she had nothing on her back. He was no different.

"We can," he countered, still clutching at her hands. He held them close to his heart. "Together we can."

Hopes, she thought, sounded like the sweetest lies. Funny, because they were hard to swallow. The truth that they had to part ways, be realistic, was hard to swallow.

"It's not just my parents," she whispered. At first she had thought they could figure something out. Her family wasn't the most accepting bunch, not when he was the worst choice possible.

But it had broken her heart to meet with his parents. Pleasant had been a far cry from the exchange. She was not the root of all their family conflicts, but their gazes and words had said otherwise.

Maybe she was.

"Your mother and father… Look, I don't think we should see each other." Her voice was harsh, anger burning her throat. "We are young, too young, and we shouldn't act without the support of our families, not without but against their wishes even. I mean we hated each other till a year back!"

"Is this all about him again? I won't apologize-"

"No- it's not. I'm talking about us. I don't want to… want to continue this...whatever it is."

Whenever she gave a minute of thought, their relationship never made sense. Their feelings never made sense. Hers, specifically.

He would lose everything for her. She would lose everything for him.

And then what?

They had nothing. Nowhere to live, recently out of Hogwarts, no money in their pockets, and the doors of their respective houses shut to their face.

I lost my friend, she suddenly thought. It wasn't just the prospect of her family turning on their back. She had lost a dear childhood friend. It had all been because of their stupid boy troubles.

I won't lose my parents, she decided. Whatever affection she was feeling, it was not irreplaceable.

For something like that, she would never fight against her parents and his parents. She would always be unwanted. And for what?

A handsome face, hazel eyes and a smile with dimples. Tall and lean stature. Scent of Gryffindor common room, fresh mown grass and broom wax.

Her first relationship maybe, but he won't be the last.

"I'm sorry. Never contact me again."

I know, I'm digging my grave. I have hit a block with writing in general but this somehow pushed through. Let's see :)