This fic is dedicated to my darling friend Stephanie, who's my number one reader for it...and the only one so far. Hope y'all enjoy, all reviews are welcome!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any Harry Potter characters. Only Jenna, Nicole and Josh are mine. The rest of the credit goes to the brilliant Ms. Rowling.

Chapter One

"Johnson, party of two, Johnson party of two," I called over the loud speaker. An old wizarding couple came to the hostess podium, smiling.

"We're Jonhson," he said. I smiled back.

"Right this way please," I grabbed two menu's and led them through the door in the back, to the special room that was only for magical folk. Muggles just thought it led to the kitchens.

"Here's your table, your waitress will be right with you," I flashed another smile and went back to my station.

"Keep showing those pearly whites," Stacy grinned at me. I threw a dish towel at her.

"Someday, we are going to get better jobs, and I'll be able to aford to go back to England," I replied.

"You still planning on finding him? How do you even know he's still alive?" she questioned.

"Because," I answered determinedly. "He'd never break a promise to me. He just wouldn't."

"Harry," I said quietly. He looked away from the fire and at me.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I need you to promise me something," I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Anything," was his reply. I finally looked up.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, you won't leave this world without saying goodbye to me," I said even softer. "I know things are going to happen to you, scary things, great things, just things, and..."

"I promise," he cut me off. I didn't need to explain my reasons for this promise. He just knew, he always knew. We couldn't keep anything from each other.

"Hey Jenna," Stacy called me over as I wiped off the last table.

"What's up?" I asked.

"There are two totally gorgeous twins asking to see you," she smiled. "Do you have a secret boyfriend?"

"No," I laughed. "I don't know any- wait, are they British?" She nodded enthusiastically, then pointed near the front door. I ran over, jumping on George.

"George, what are you doing here?" I squealed as he spun me around, hugging me tight.

"He came to see you," Fred grinned. I laughed and hugged the other one.

"Seriously, what are you two doing here? I haven't seen either of you in ages!" I was ecstatic to see my former boyfriend and his brother. George had been my first love, and I'll always love him, but we went in different directions, and the break up was unavoidable.

"Er...actually...we need your help," George bit his lip nervously. I gave him a confused look.

"See, we have this secret hideout where a lot of planning and stuff happens, and we need a healer for some of our wounded, and since you have a degree in healing we thought maybe..." Fred looked at George and they both looked at me. They didn't have to beg, of course I'd go.

"When are we leaving?" I asked.

"As soon as possible," George answered.

"Stacy, I have to go, it's urgent. Remember that war I was telling you about? They need my help healing the wounded and-"

"Say no more," she smiled. "Go. I'll see you sometime though, right?"

"Of course!" I hugged her and went out the door with the twins.

"Here, we have a portkey, it's a secret location, so apparating and floo powder wouldn't work," George held out the old shoe. I wrinkled my nose, but touched it. Fred placed a hand on the shoe, and we were jerked off. We ended up in what I assume was a cave.

"So this is it?" I asked. The twins nodded.

"So how is everyone?" I smiled.

"Fine, tired, but fine," George led me into the room I would be staying in and we sat down on the bed. "Nicole and Josh are working on deciphering which information is genuine from our spies and which isn't. They're also figuring out new tactics and such. Fred and I are in charge here, you know, we keep it organized and such, and Ron's a great help. Wood's like the military leader, he's great at stealth and-"

"Wood's here?" I choked out.

"He's a great guy Jenna," George laughed. I wrinkled my nose. The day Oliver Wood and I met, we despised each other. I thought I was rid of him after Third Year, but he came back Fifth to be the new flying teacher. I got a lot of detentions from him.

"Oh goody," I grimaced. "How about Hermione?"

"We haven't found her yet, but we're pretty sure she's out there, still protecting her information, that girl wouldn't let You-Know-Who bring her down."

"And Harry?" Silence fell on the little room. I noticed Fred standing in the corner, and a look passed between him and George. My heart plummeted, preparing for bad news.

"He's dead Jenna," George said softly, avoiding my gaze. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes.

"How?"

"Bellatrix got him," Fred spoke up. "Nasty fight, but Harry didn't give up. We never found his body…" A single tear slipped down my cheek. This was unreal, Harry, dead?

"But he promised…" I whispered.

The rain poured down as I sat by the old sycamore. The lake water tossed and turned, waves crashing on shore.

"You're going to get sick if you stay out here," his voice broke through my thoughts. I sighed in response. I felt him sit beside me, an arm wrapping across my shoulders.

"Some things just aren't meant to be Jenna," Harry said softly. I looked up into his bright green eyes.

"I'm just tired of having my heart broken for reasons beyond mine or anyone else's control," I replied.

"Hey, how many girls have had three guys fall in love with them?"

"Three? I've only had two, George and Draco…" A smile played on his lips as they brushed my ear.

"And me," he whispered, pressing his mouth to mine. I'd waited so long for him to do that. For him to admit his feelings and not be afraid of ruining our friendship. Because I'd always loved him too.

"I just…can't believe it," I finally managed to say. George pulled me to him. "Five years I went without seeing him…I should have tried harder…I should have…done something!" George pulled back.

"You haven't seen me in five years," he sounded a little hurt.

"Oh George, don't be upset with me," I begged. He wrapped his arms around me again.

"I'm not upset with you, I've just missed you, and I haven't stopped thinking of you for the past five years. I never stopped thinking of you from the moment I saw you, and I hate feeling second, you know that." I looked up.

"You aren't second..."

"Yes I am, but I can live with that. As long as I'm still in your heart somewhere, I can live with that."

"George, you'll always be in my heart, you've always had my heart." True, it had been five years since we'd been together, but again, he was my first love. You never forget the first love. He kissed me gently on the top of my head, and stepped away.

"Stacy packed your things and Fred brought them here," he told me, pointing towards my two burgundy suitcases. "I'll let you settle in. Fred's making dinner tonight, he's excellent, a lot better than me anyways. I'll come and get you when it's ready." I nodded and watched as he closed the door behind him. I sighed deeply then opened my bags. I smiled, good old Stacy. She knew everything I would have taken. I pulled out the old photo album where I kept all the pictures from Hogwarts. I found the one of me and Harry on the last day of school, and smiled on the inside. We'd only spent two weeks together before fate separated us. He promised to write, and I promised to come back when I could afford it.

"That's two you broke Potter," I whispered to his memory.