A/N: Here's a new story from me, totally unrelated to any of my other stories. I thought I would give angst a try. ;) Mainly G/H, with R/Hr, Gr/Hr, R/?… etc.
I stared at the candle on my desk as the ink dripped from my quill onto the sheet of parchment in front of me. The flame of the candle flickered blue, green, and yellow as I watched it quietly. It had been three years since anyone had heard from Harry Potter, but now, I was holding a letter written in the hand writing that I recognized so well. His seventh year, my sixth, we spent hours upon hours writing letters to each other; it had been the only way we could carry on a relationship with things the way they were.
"Dear Harry," I scratched onto the parchment, pausing to examine his letter once more. "Ginny," it had begun, "I am coming home in one week. Where can I meet you?" My heart was pounding as the candle light caused the ring on my finger to glint. Sighing, I continued writing, my hand starting to sweat. "Meet me outside the entrance to Hogsmede. I'll be waiting for you there at 10am on Monday. Don't be late." My brothers would kill me if they found out that Harry had made contact with me.
Folding the letter and tying it to my owl's leg, words rang in my ears as my mind replayed a scene that had haunted me…
"Stay away from him! You'll either just get hurt or end up dead!" Ron had screamed to me at the train station the day we all returned from Hogwarts at the end of their final year there. Ron had just pulled me away from Harry as he reached out to hug me. Hermione cried in the background as Ron continued to scream angrily at Harry, "Leave my sister alone! She'll only end up dead like your mum and dad!" I gasped loudly as Harry stepped up to face Ron. "I'm in love with her!" Harry said, his eyes meeting mine. Without a word, Ron punched him square in the face, a crowd around us watching in astonished horror. Pretending that nothing had happened, Harry sadly turned and walked through the barrier, disappearing for what would be three long years.
My hands shaking, I went to my bedroom closet in my one bedroom apartment in Hogsmede. Pushing aside a multitude of stylish robes, I found a small wooden box. Pulling it out of the closet, I grabbed my wand off of my dresser. "Alohamora," I whispered, my eyes darting around the room cautiously.
Pulling out the letter on the top, I unfolded it and sat down on the floor to read it.
Dearest Ginny,
This is the last letter that you will be receiving from me. I just wanted to tell you that
I meant what I said at the station. I do love you.
Someday, I will see you again.
Harry
Sighing and looking down at the ring on my left ring finger, I rubbed my forehead. If Ron hadn't pushed me to get engaged, I wouldn't be in this mess. If Ron hadn't gotten Mum, Dad, and the rest of the brothers involved, I wouldn't be feeling so guilty. This was all Ron's fault for being stubborn and Hermione's fault for turning her back on Harry and me!
Stepping out on the balcony of my third floor apartment, I looked over the now booming village of Hogsmede. The lights were still on in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and I could see George walking around. I glanced in at my clock. 11:45pm. Frowning, I looked back at my brother. A woman walked out from behind the counter, but I couldn't see her face. She leaned down to tie her shoe and a cascade of wavy brown hair fell around her face. As she stood back up, George moved slightly to reveal her profile just before leaning in to kiss her passionately on the lips. I gasped out loud when I realized that it was Hermione… Ron's fiancé and my ex best friend.
To be continued!