Hey everyone, I know its been a long time since I've been writing but I lost my idea note book so therefore I haven't been able to finish one of my other stories so I decide I would work on this one for now until the book is found as I now roughly where it is. As for now, please enjoy this story. I will try to update asap for you guys as I think you all deserve iot after waiting for my other story. This Ideas been swimming in my little brain for a while so I am glad to finally get it out. I apologise for spelling and grammar as they are not my strong point but I am taking extra english at school to help me with that. I am not JK Rowling and therefore I do not own any of this and I am making no money from this as you know. Please read and review or message me with your thoughts. It gives me a great buzz to see what you guys think. Thank you for taking your time to read this, now I shall start the story.

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Chapter 1

It was late one Friday night. The 31st of July to be exact. It was Harry's birthday so the Weasley's and himself, along with Kingsley Shacklebolt (the new Minister of Magic) had been out for a couple of drinks, or two bottles of Firewhiskey in Ron and Georges case, in The Three Broomsticks pub, down in Hogsmede village. Arthur had clubbed together with all of the other Weasley's, including Charlie who was on a break back home from Romania, to pay for it all, leaving Harry to feel extremely greatful and rather embarassed. There was even a very cheesey little Kareoke at the end of the celebrations when everyone had been completely and utterly pickled. All in all, it had been a great and funny night for everyone. The man of the evening himself was now on his way back to his London flat in which he lived with his now long term girlfriend, Ginny. They had been living there since the end of the war which was now just over a year ago.

Slowly, they stumbled up the seemingly steep steps, supporting each other as they reached the front door. After fumbling with the keys for almost 5 minuets, Harry and Ginny finally entered their humble home to find that everything was exactly the way they had left it, despite Mollys fears of a bugular when she heard that they did not use a magical locking system.

"Would you like a coffee, love?" Ginny called from the kitchen, just off the side from where Harry was standing where he could hear that she had already begun to boil the kettle.

"Yeah thanks Gin, that'd be smashing," Harry replied, smiling as he spoke, images of the nights events flashed into his mind. Giving a silent chuckle as he remembered Ron's very drunken dance. Hanging up his jacket and flopping onto the couch, Harry turned on the television with the remote and began to relax after a rather eventful night.

Although they both were very much magical, Harry and Ginny prefered to live a rather more Muggle lifestyle. After all, they did live in Muggle London so this action deemed appropriate. Despite this, they always had their wand on them and they did spend quite alot of time in the wizarding world but they only used magic at home when they felt that they really needed to as they both agreed from mutual experience, that magic was almost always more trouble than it was worth.

A couple of moments later, Ginny returned to the room carrying too mugs of strong coffee and settled them down onto the mahogony coffee table. She was still wearing her little black dress and her fishnet tights which she had worn to the pub, although she had taken of her shiny stelleto's in the hallway and Harry was still wearing his checked shirt and smart jeans although he had taken his shoes off as soon as he stepped through the door as well, showing off the hole in his navy blue shocks which his large toe was poking out of.

Ginny cuddled up to Harry as he layed, sprawled out on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, watching one of his favourite television shows, Dr. Who, which he had recordered just before they left so that he could see it when they got back before he went to bed. Ginny, obviously coming from a magical family and still not quite yet used to the muggle culture, did not quite understand the concept of the show and all the aliens or creatures but she enjoyed watching it all the same as it meant she could spend a little extra time with her Harry.

Their flat wasn't very big but it wasnt exactly small either. They only had one large bedroom which had enough space for a double bed with side tables and a wardrobe as well as some extra space to walk around. They had a pearly white tiled bathroom across the hall from the bedroom which included a shower as well as a bath. The living room was the biggest and the main room of the flat containing a dinning table, couch, plasma television and a coffee tables along with some bookcases full with books and some muggle DvD's. They didnt have a fire place so no one could Floo in and out of their home but they could apperrate or rely on some muggle transport to get there which always seemed to fasinate Arthur no matter how many times his visited the couple. The kitchen was a fair size too with an american style fridge-freezer, wooden cabinate all around the edge with granite surfaces, a large black oven and an island in the center. And of course the whole place was full of their own little trinkets and treasures and such, giving the flat some character. It may not have looked like it was much to anyone else but to Harry and Ginny, it was home and home is where the heart is.

They had soon finsihed their coffees and they were nearing the end of the show when Ginny had started to feel her eyes grow heavier and heavier. After all, it had been a long day for them both, what with work and then out enjoying themselve with everyone. They deserved a rest.

"I'm going to bed now love, I'm shattered," She annouced as she stood up to stretch her arms and legs which had been cramped up on the couch.

"Alright Gin, I'll be in after the one 'o clock news, okay sweetheart" He leaned up and kissed her.

With that, Ginny left the room and changed into her silky pajama's which Hermione had bought her that christmas. She turned out the light and got into bed, falling asleep almost instantly as soon as her head touched the pillow.

After watching the one o'clock news, see that there was nothing going on anywhere in the world that he should be concerned about, Harry got up off the couch, turned everything off and shut the curtains. As he was taking the mugs from earlier back into the kitchen he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, an evolope laying on the welcome mat infront of the door, underneath the lettter box. It was addressed to him with his name written in a swirly scrawl that was writen in silver ink upon the black envolope. Harry recognised it almost imedeately and, sensing that it must have been very important, pulled out his wand to levitate the empty coffee cups into the kitchen as he went to pick up the letter. He opened it carefully, removing the golden seal and unfolding the letter within which was also black with the same writing and ink. He scanned the piece of parchment in seconds before dropping it onto the side and running into the bedroom. He dashed towards the wardrobe and swung the door open. He reached up to the top to grab his travel bag and started to pull clothes out and stuffed them inside. The slight commotion must have stirred Ginny from her sleep as a few seconds after Harry's abrupt entery, she was sitting upright in their bed, rubbing her eyes and looking rather bewildered.

"Harry? What are you doing?" She raised an eyebrow and turning on the lamp. She looked towards the alarm clock beside her to see that it was now two o'clock in the morning.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm packing!" Harry exclaimed in frustration as he hurried clothes into his bag.

"Not like that your not" Ginny raised her voice slightly, suprised that Harry had spoken to her in that way. She hopped out of bed and walked over where Harry was packing. She pulled out the once crumpled up clothes and folded them neatly, placing them back into the bag in a orderly fashion. While she did this, Harry stepped away and backed onto the end of the bed, sitting on the edge with his head in his hands. Ginny almost imedeatley dropped the pair of black suit trousers she was folding and went to comfort him. She sat next to him, putting her hand in his and interlocking their fingers, squeezing his hand slightly.

"What is it Harry?" She asked gentley, her voice no bigger than a whisper.

"I recieved a letter from Kingsley. They've found a large, hidden recruitement of Death Eaters in North America. Theres hundreds of them apparently. Harry explained, Ginny gasped, putting her hand over her mouth as tears sprang to her eyes.

"B-but I thought you'd sorted them all? How could there be that many still around? I thought they were all in Azkaban?" A million more questions raced through Ginny's mind as she sat there in shock.

"So did I, love. Obviously these ones somehow managed to slip the radar. They've been hiding out in America. It's gunna take six months to a year to get rid of them all." Harry sighed, looking into her eyes.

"A YEAR!" Ginny cried, jumping to her feet, tears now streaming down her face.

"Yes, I know thats a long time sweetheart but it needs to be done. Someone has to go and sort them all out and all the top Auror's have been choosen. I can't get out of it love, I'm sorry. But I'll be back before you know it." Harry's voice was gentle and reassuring ,"I leave in the morning." He sighed. This was enough to send Ginny over the edge into a full breakdown of uncontrollable tears. Harry instantly got to his feet to comfort her. He craddled her in his arms, wrapping her in his warm embrace while shushing her and kissing her watermelon sented, aubern hair. There was a few moments of silence as he let her cry into his chest.

"Just promise me you'll be safe," Ginny mumbled, still no louder than a whisper, into his now tear stained shirt. Harry pulled back to look at her. His emmerald eyes looking deep into her chocolate as he wiped a stray tear which was falling from her rosey cheek.

"I promise." He said. Then he kissed her softly on the lips. It was only a small kiss but right now, it meant everything to both of them. He tucked a hair behind her ear and smiled, "Now you get back to bed, I'll finish packing."

"Okay," She sighed kissing him once more ," I love you Harry."

"I love you too Gin." He whispered to her as she got back into the bed, pulling the covers over her and turning out the light while Harry continued to pack his belonging into his tired travel bag which he always took with him on long missions. He squashed everything down and just when he thought he'd finished, he took the picture of Ginny and himself of his night stand and placed it ontop of everything and then he finally zipped up his bag.

Ginny awoke the next morning to the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains and small birds chirping a tune outside the window. She rolled over to see is Harry was awake yet, only to find that his side of the bed was completely empty. Confused and beginning to panic, Ginny bolted upright in bed to notice that the travel bag had gone.

"Harry?" She called but there was no answer.

Really beginning to worry, Ginny leapt out of bed and threw on her dressing gown, rushing out of the bed room. She search the bathroom and kitchen but he was no where to be found. When she finally reached the living room, she notice there was a note pad and pen on the coffee table which was not there last night. She picked it up to read it, recongising Harry's scruffy handwriting.

Gin,

Just remember that I love you more than anything on this planet and I shall keep my promise to you.

lots of Love,

Harry x x x

Ginny put the pad back onto the table and colapsed in a heap onto the couch.

Harry had already left.

And he never even said goodbye to her.