Harry's Running Promise
Dear Diary... well, scrap of parchment,
It's another bitterly cold night, another strange new place.
It's becoming so repetative doing the same thing every single day and night. Wake up, pack up, move. Then we'll do that over and over. That's the way our life goes now.
We've been on the run for a few months now, and still we've got no-where. I'm not giving up, there's no point. Dumbledore wouldn't have told me about the 'task' if he didn't want me to finish it. It's not just that that's keeping me going, it's everyone who's supporting me, wanting me to go on.
And that's what i'm going to do. I'm going to go on.
Hermione and Ron have been just as good, I understand their frustration, they want it to be over too. It's just a very slow process, getting these things. Hermione has been thinking so hard of where they could be, but none seem to link with him. Nothing seem's to link with him.
Whenever we get a paper, it's never good news. No new breakthrough. It's always another death, another kidnap, another missing. We're just worried that it'll be one of our lot soon, and I pray every night it isn't. I just couldn't bare the thought of losing someone when i've already lost enough as it is.
I think about Ginny every day now. Not that I didn't already, but she seems to have made a house in my mind, and never decides to go practice Quidditch or anything. She just stays there, safe and sound. I like it like that, because then I know she's ok... but thats just my mind playing with me.
I don't really know if she's ok, i haven't seen her since the wedding.
It hurts when I think of her in reality, I feel like im being stabbed a thousand times in the chest when I think of her. I have no idea if she's ok, I have no idea if the Weasleys are ok and I have no idea if the rest of them are ok.
The only people I know are ok are Me, Ron and Hermione. It's going to be like that for a while until the 'task' has been finished. Destroyed.
Then the real task can start.
The task that everyone wants finished, the task that ends everything. The suffering, the anger, the heartbreak.
It ends everything.
I make a promise, on this scrap of parchment I'm writing on now, to the whole of the wizarding world, I will end this.
Thats a promise.
Harry.