A/N: Post-DH or something like that…I was bored so I wrote this. Enjoy!

Title: Away From You

Prologue: Disappear

He's already 21. He had broken up with Ginny years ago. He only has one woman in his heart, Hermione. She too had broken up with Ron. It was just last year that they have confessed to each other that they love each other.

He practiced himself in front of the mirror; he had planned this for many months. Before surprising Hermione in her office in the Ministry, he stopped by in Harrods. He had changed some of his galleons into pounds to buy Hermione an engagement ring.

Today is her birthday. And today is the perfect time for Harry to propose to her. He was very much sure of his feelings for her. Feelings that took him years to realise. He had finally chosen and bought a ring. He gave a deep breath and went directly to the Ministry of Magic.

He was breathing heavily now. He stood before her office's door. He closed his eyes. His mind was numb, he was afraid that he would freeze in front of her.

"Here it goes" He opened the door.

His nervous frown turned into a painful frown. Hermione was there with Ron, snogging.

"Harry…" She started. Ron was smirking at him.

Harry didn't dare to say another word. He ran away. He did not care where he was headed, the pain was too much.

His head was still numb; he let out a small tear. He wished it would rain to match his mood. The pain was like a knife that is still attached to his body. It hurts more than the burning of his scar when Voldemort was still alive.

He went in a pub. Drinking to his death was the only thing he could think of. Whilst drinking he was clutching the red velvet box containing the ring.

"Heartbroken, are yeh, lad?" The bartender asked.

"One more bottle" Harry didn't mind his question. The image of Ron and Hermione was still fogging his mind. This was his greatest heartache.

A thought came to him like lightning. He stood up and paid the bartender. He was sure of his plan. It was stupid but he does not care. To him it's the only solution to forget.

He went back to the Ministry, this time he went to the Minister's office.

"Minister, I want to give up magic!" He shouted.

"What? You're drunk, Harry, go back to your flat" Kingsley answered.

"I may be drunk but I don't care, I want to run away" He threw his wand on the table.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I'm going to change my name and start a new life in another country"

"This is stupid, Potter, really stupid. We can't afford to lose you, you are one of our best Aurors" Kingsley tried to talk to him out of it.

"Who the bloody hell cares? I'm just going to live somewhere as a normal muggle"

"Fine. I will keep your wand and place a charm on you so that you wouldn't produce magic" Kingsley did some incantations.

" This is our secret, Minister" Harry whispered. "From now on, I am not Harry James Potter anymore. I will live under another name."

Without any other word, Harry left.

A/N: That's all for this chapter. I promise there will be more in the next chapter. R & R!!!