A Different Picture-
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Harry Potter stared at the two pictures in front of him. From a glance, they looked remarkably similar, but he knew this wasn't the case.
The one on the left depicted a couple on their wedding day. A tall, handsome man with messy black hair and glasses standing proudly next to his childhood sweetheart, a beautiful young woman with vibrant red hair and brilliantly green eyes. They were looking at each other and their body language showed that they knew nothing but of each other. They were a couple very much in love, carefree and joyous with no understanding of what was to come.
They were his parents. The parents he had grown up without, the parents he had never known. They were cruelly taken from him by one wizard. So evil, so malicious was he, that his heartless and brutal intention was to kill any witch or wizard who didn't become one of his corrupt and sinister followers.
Harry looked across to the picture on the right. It was incredibly alike to the first. Another couple on their wedding day, standing in front of the same church. He with the identical messy black hair and glasses and she with the same red hair and cherry lips. They too were in love. Childhood sweethearts brought together by the forces of evil that weren't strong enough to separate them.
That was he and Ginny. The love of his life. But he was determined to see to it, that this relationship didn't end up the same as the first.
As she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, interrupting his thoughts, he looked up at her and smiled. She was positively glowing as he placed a hand on her belly, feeling the slight kick of his unborn child. And he vowed to himself that he would never let anything harm them. Never let anything happen to the two souls that meant more to him than life itself.
There was still a battle to fight, but he was determined to fight it and determined to win. Now that he had something else to fight for, other than himself, he was more sure of it than ever.
He would die before he let anything harm them.
