A/N: Hello, I'm janepotter22. This is a new story I've come up with at the moment. I had to get this down, so now that this first chapter is out of my system, I may finally be able to get to "Prequel, Chapter Two", and "Miracles, Chapter Nine" will be up soon. Please Read&Review. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series or the main plot. Also, I didn't direct orproduce the movies.

Fable Endings

Chapter One:

The Escape

Her breath was hot as she kissed me, and she made me sweat. Our breaths, as one, were ragged and uneven as we'd just finished making love for the last time until I would leave and never come back to her. She didn't know so, and she rested her head on my chest serenely. She murmured how much she loved me over and over again until she finally fell to sleep. I stroked her long, red hair, thinking, contemplating, wondering….

My trunk was already packed, in the room that I shared with her brother, in her home called the Burrow. The Burrow was a cozy house, with towering rooms stacked upon each other haphazardly and balanced by magic. It was my second home. I would never return to it.

Since I was all packed and ready to go, all I had to do was to leave late that night—two hours after midnight, and take flight on my favorite broom to London. From there, I'd continue my plan with a former professor of mine, telling him where I was to go, and that he was to tell no one of my whereabouts. His wife, my co-Auror, would be the person to perform the Fidelious Charm, binding the man and I to a secret. I would be the Hider, and he, the Secret Keeper. No one would be able to find me without his telling them so.

Then, as we lay there, me stroking her soft, red locks, I thought of how I would break her heart. I would be abandoning her. She would probably end up married to my worst enemy or something of the sort. Ron, her brother, my best mate, would kill me if he knew of where I was going to be. All of her brothers would be after me. My friends would disown me, and I'd be shunted from the Wizarding World.

But that was what I wanted, I told myself. To keep the Weasley family safe. I tried to convince myself, and I succeeded for a while, but years later, I would discover that I wasn't completely persuaded that was the reason for my leaving the Wizarding World.

In all truthfulness, I was leaving because I was ashamed. I felt that if I hadn't had such a close connection with the Weasley clan, Bill would've survived. The Death Eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange and her nephew, Draco Malfoy, wouldn't have killed Bill, the eldest of her brothers, if I hadn't been his brother's best friend. Or they wouldn't have killed him had I not been dating his younger sister. They wouldn't have killed him if I didn't exist. Then, the scariest thought appeared in my mind. What if I was supposed to have died when Voldemort tried to kill me twenty-two years ago, when I was an infant? What if my mother hadn't protected me? What if I had died in the Final Battle with Lord Voldemort six years ago?

Then all the Weasleys, including Ginny, would be safe, I told myself.

At that moment, Ginny stirred in her slumber. She mumbled incoherently in frightened tones. She was having a night mare. A nightmare, no doubt about the day I arrived at the Burrow and I told her what had happened to Bill. She always dreamed of it, every time she slept, no matter what was happening while she was awake, she dreamed about the day Bill died, and his bloody body lying limp in my arms when I'd taken him to the Burrow. Suddenly, Ginny sobbed my name and I felt moisture on my bare chest.

"Harry!" She was crying.

I realized that she would now have nightmarish dreams about tonight. The night I left her forever would haunt her. I didn't want to leave her, but I had to. I wanted to hold her, but I couldn't. I wanted to be with her forever, but I couldn't. I wanted to love her like no other man could, and to please her in no other way any lover she'd have after me could, but I could not. I wanted to cry with her.

And I did.

Ginny opened her eyes, gasping loudly and drawing deep breaths to compose her sobbing. She was frightened, and so was I. I was frightened of leaving this beauty and surviving on my own. I was frightened of knowing she'd hate me after tonight, and still love me forever. I was frightened that I'd never get over this guilt. It was now or never. Forget my interference with Bill's premature death and be with Ginny and her family forever, or never get over it. Regret his death and my life for as long as I would live and leave Ginny forever.

I decided that I could not get over it. The fact remained that she would always resent that part of me, the part that caused Bill to be tracked and ultimately end his life at the age of only twenty-nine years. I didn't want to have her if she'd never forgive that part of me, if she'd wake up every morning next to me, wondering if being with me is wrong because I caused her brother's death. She would always look at me accusingly if I continued to be with her, and I don't think I could handle that for the rest of my life.

I sat up and cradled Ginny in my arms, shushing her and kissing her tears. I couldn't forgive myself for letting her cry, not when I was about to leave her, and her tear-stained face would haunt my dreams from now on. I couldn't forgive myself for doing to her what I was about to do. I cried really hard, soaking her hair, apologizing to her. She didn't know why I was chanting, "I'm sorry," over and over for. Soon, she became the one kissing my tears away and cradling me in her arms, shushing and comforting me.

I soon, ceased my crying. I cradled Ginny's face, and wiped a single tear that was at the corner of her left eye. We got dressed and walked back to the Burrow under the light and protection of the first-quarter moon.

"It's beautiful," Ginny whispered in my ear as she hugged me outside the side door that led into the kitchen. The moonlight illuminated Ginny so that she looked like a goddess. With flaming red hair curled over her shoulders, she wore a lacy dress that was silk beneath. She'd gotten that as a twenty-second birthday present from Hermione. Hermione was my best friend, Ron's new wife, and Ginny's other best friend. Another person I'd be leaving behind. Ginny's dress was a pinkish tint, and stopped at her knees that were currently stained from the grass when we were engaged in a certain activity that exposed nude bodies. She wore silver bangles on her thin, bony wrists, and long pearls around her freckled neck along with a pure gold oval locket I'd given to her. It was embossed in her initials, GMW.

I leaned down and kissed her one last time, then, we entered the empty and quite silent kitchen. It was lit with two candles on the table, illuminating slightly the aftermath of the party that had taken place earlier in the evening. Today was her twenty-second birthday, August the eleventh. "I love you," I murmured in her ear, then departed upstairs to me and Ron's room on the attic floor.

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It was now one-fifty-five in the early hours of the morning. Just two and half hours after Ginny and I had returned to the Burrow from our little moonlight stroll. Our last moonlight stroll. I was gathering my packed bags and slipping my robes on over my pajama bottoms and long Auror tee shirt. It was the tee shirt Ron and I had gotten our first year in the three-year training in becoming Aurors, or dark Wizard catchers. It was my passion to become one, and I had succeeded. So far, I've only been an Auror for two years. I silently left Ron's room, floating my bags in midair along the wooden floors. I was nervous, but my Auror experience and Seeker skills kept me alert and vigilant as I made my way to the kitchen.

Once again, the Burrow's kitchen was completely empty and silent. I was quite alone, the house was asleep, and my path to London was cleared.

I quietly opened the side door and slipped out into cool summer night. I had hidden my broom earlier in some bushes quite nearby and checked to see if it was still there. Seconds later, I clutched at my Firebolt, perfectly polished and groomed, to the area where my bags were. I caste a Feather-Weight Charm on my luggage and succeeded in easily hooking my trunk to the underside of my broom. Mounting the Firebolt, I closed my eyes and said a prayer for Ginny and the Weasleys that they somehow cope with my absence in an easier way. As I took off, I didn't look back, but ahead of me. I concentrated on what was in front of me, and where I was going, my path to London, England.

I didn't look back at the Burrow. I would have been looking back at my past and I wouldn't have had the strength to at last be free from my regret and guilt.

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