The Disappearance of HJ Potter

Prologue

Harry walked out of Dumbledore's office, his head down as he walked down the staircase. Glancing up he saw the two people who had stuck by his side, through the thick and thin. Smiling as he saw their joined hands, and his smile turned into a grin.

"Hey Ron, took you long enough." Harry said, laughter in his voice. "Though, to be honest Hermione did kiss you, so I guess she is the one I should be thanking."

"Oi," Ron said indignantly, and then looking at Hermione he admitted, "He is right, if I hadn't been such a prat, we could have been together ages ago."

"Hey," Hermione said, laying a hand on his cheek, "We have all the time in the world." And reaching up she gently kissed him. He was kissing her back, and they were lost in the moment.

Harry, seeing their tender moment together, slipped away, saying that he would meet them in the great hall, Harry didn't think they even noticed. Harry just walked, through the wreaked halls, bodies strewn about over the floor. Out the front doors he walked, over the blood stained grass that was beginning to smell of death. Deep in though, Harry literally walked into Dumbledore's tomb. Being shaken from his darker and darker thoughts, Harry lifted the tombstone away from his mentor's grave.

Placing the Elder wand in Dumbledore's clasped hands, Harry whispered, "I'm sorry." Reaching for the tombstone, he moved it with ease. Sitting down, his back resting on the tomb, and his hands on his face, he wept. He cried for Lupin and Tonks, for Sirius, for Dumbledore, for his parents, for everyone that had died.

Drying his eyes, Harry was resolved. Resolved to never let another person harm the people he loved. Especially Ginny, Harry thought. Just thinking about her made his stomach do flips. He was going to tell her how he felt, and hopefully, they could get back together. Harry didn't know how long he stayed out there but by the time he left, it was getting dark again, the oncoming night, and the promise of a new and better day.

Standing, Harry groaned at the aches and pains he had acquired from sitting against a tomb all day. Brushing himself off, he started towards the castle, hoping to catch Ginny before she went to bed. Thinking they might be in the Great Hall, Harry entered, he saw families huddled together in sleeping bags, sleeping soundly, their tearstained faces would be forever etched in Harry's memory. Then he saw what he was looking for.

He saw the Weasley family on the floor in the corner of the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione were curled up together, Harry saw Percy and Bill and Fleur. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were cuddled up together. Then he saw her, she looked like an angel to him. Ginny on the outside, lying on her side, facing her mother. Dean Thomas lay next to her, his arm draped on her. For a second Harry saw red, then took a deep breath. He should have known she wouldn't stay single; she was too amazing for that.

Harry walked toward her, and reaching her, he knelt down between her and Mrs. Weasley. Brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Harry leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I will always love you Ginerva Molly Weasley," before softly pressing his lips to hers. Standing shakily, Harry decided on what he was going to do.

Heartbroken, his eyes downcast, Harry walked out of the Great Hall, glancing around, he saw George Weasley in the corner of the entranceway, his knees to his chest, his eyes on the floor. Sliding down the wall next to him he was silent, he knew no word could help the pain that George was in. So he just sat there, comforting him in silence.

"Harry, does it ever stop hurting?" George asked in a sad and defeated voice.

"No." Harry replied, "After a while, it dulls, but it will always be there, always reminding you of what you lost."

They sat, leaning against the wall, in silence, both lost in thoughts of what they had lost.

"Your leaving aren't you?" George asked in a quiet, almost fearful voice.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "There is nothing left for me here."

"You always had us."

"I know, you and your family have done more than enough for me. Its time."

"And I cant convince you otherwise can I?" George asked, knowing the answer.

"I am afraid not, there are things I need to know, places I want to see, I want to see the world George." Harry said. "There is something I want you to promise me."

"What?" George asked, looking at Harry.

"Live, don't let it consume you, open the shop back up, get a girlfriend, live life to the fullest." Harry said passionately.

George nodded, "Ok, only if you promise me something."

"George," Harry said, unsure of what he wanted.

"You will come back." George said.

"I can do that." Harry said, a small smile on his lips.

"Good, I don't want to lose another brother." George said, a tears running down his face.

"You wont George, I promise." Harry said, a promise to himself as well. George just nodded in return.

Both men stood, they looked at each other before embracing, releasing him, the older man watched as the younger walked out the doors, and down the worn path, not looking back once.

Harry walked down the path, his eyes ahead, he never once looked back at the place that he had at one time, considered his home. Now all it held for him were memories, both bad and good.

George stood there, watching Harry Potter leave him and the rest of his family, whispering "Goodbye Harry," into the wind. It would be the last time anyone in the Weasley or Granger family saw him in more than four years.

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