Ok ok ok I know I kinda abandoned Complicated.. I might restart that later..and I promise to keep up with The Project more. But for Omwygt,(owl me when you get this,) I feel like im writing to an empty audience. Please guys, reviews make my day, and they really encourage me to write more. Im starting this story because ive read others like this an I just love the whole plot line. I decided to write my own. And yes I quote Stephanie Meyers quote used in one of the books. If you spot it, don't worry. Im not claing jkrowling, Stephanie, or any other quote, you've heard before. Plz enjoy its entitled, Lost Love
Prologue
Mystery POV ( oooh, mystery….. actually its pretty obvious :/)
My life was perfect.
I had a love, a love that cared for me, and looked after me. It was a rocky start I tell you. Discussing all the vile, cruel, and overall mean things we called each other in the years before could never be a great dinner conversation. But it was different for us.
Everything was different for us.
But we learned to love each other. It all happened in 7th year. Head boy, and Head girl. Oh how that went over for my two best friends. So protective. For the first two months, we shared nothing but glares, grimaces, and glowering. And of course the occasional insult. And then it changed, right before Christmas. I was assigned his tutor.
We were forced to study in the library, as it was the only place with the right books, and the room just calmed me naturally. The sessions were also secret. Of course, not until my three best friends decided to come in a few weeks later to find me and him pouring over books at the same spot, same table, hell same bench!
There was yelling, fighting, tears. And by the end of the day we were on speaking terms. We left for the dormitory, the trio left for the common room. After that day, we slowly became friends. I smacked the prejudices and pride out of him, (literally,) and he accepted me as an equal despite my so called tainted bloodline. Our sessions continued, and so did my friends appearances. By Christmas we were the best of friends.
At the end of the year, we were an item. Holding hands, while walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, walking each other to classes, sharing chaste kisses in the common room, and secret pecks in the halls when we thought no one was looking. We graduated top of our class, with three other best friends to share our celebration.
All with a tutoring session to thank for it.
Chapter one
It was wonderful beginning to my adult life. We moved to a town house literally feet away from two other friends. They married right out of Hogwarts, though no one objected to them being a year apart. Our own possessions were perfectly mixed into our cozy home, and no one objected to our moving in together, as we had had a year before to practice. I was training to be a healer, he was training to be an auror.
I believe this, was the tragic mistake that would end our happiness.
Though, we didn't know this, and I was very happy for him. Not even after a year of sharing a home, were we engaged. It was euphoria.
By 20 years old, I was pregnant.
I was overjoyed. He might have been happier than I was. For him, it was a chance to show himself a better father than his own. "Darling, what would you like for dinner!" I called. I was only 3 months along, so I wasn't waddling along yet. Soon, soon. He was in his study, probably trying to kill himself from working too hard. " Oh I don't care love, anything!" he called back. I just sighed in frustration but smiled nonetheless. Oh how that man could be so unhelpful. "Stew, it is!" I shouted.
I could hear him groan. Serves him right. Just before I could serve the bowls, there was a tapping on the window. I looked up from the dining table to see a snowy owl by the name of Hedwig. I smiled and opened the door, letting her peck my fingers affectionately. I untied the letter and she flew off. I turned the envelope over. It was addressed to my fiancé.
" Who was the owl?" he asked. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. I smiled and melted into his arms. " Its for you darling, from our friends next door." I said. "Well I guess I should read it then." he said with a grin. He sat down on an arm chair and read through the letter. With each word, his smile began to fade. By the end of the letter, there was deep frown on his face, and there was a crease on his forehead. Before I could ask what the problem was he looked up at me with a smile plastered on his face.
" Oh Darling shouldn't we eat now, dinner smells delicious!" he said cheerfully. I knew he was lying to me, for he hated stew.
He always had.
Two weeks later we were married. It was in a small red church, on a hill down the street. My parents, closest friends, and a mass of red hair with two beautiful blonde ones standing out drastically on one side, and his mother and few friends on the other. We were married by my favorite professor who just happened to be a werewolf.
We had no problems being wed so publicly. The biggest threat we had to face had fallen three years prior, and we had no worries over being captured. I certainly wouldn't permit it on my wedding day. Everyone cried, especially me. Stupid Hormones. We honeymooned in Italy, spending days touring beautiful sites, fantastic dinners, and passionate nights.
When we arrived back in London we were met with a party back at our home. Though I couldn't help but notice as soon as we arrived my new husbands eyes didn't sparkle their normal silver, but shone a haunted dark grey.
" Love, could I speak to you for a moment?" I was currently in the living room sitting by the fire curled up in a red wool blanket and reading a novel. "Yes, coming dear." I said. I grunted as I moved up from the chair. I was now 5 months pregnant and growing quite big.
I turned the corner to see him sitting in his office with his white blonde hair everywhere and his head in his hands. I looked at him curiously and sank into a chair on the other side of the desk. "What is it darling?"I asked nervously. I had never seen him like this.
" Im afraid I have to go away. Th-the ministry wishes me to go on a trip, to Scotland for a training session. Ill be gone for two months." He said quietly. I gasped. Two months? We had only been married for two months, how could we be away for so long? And at such a crucial time? " But-but isn't there a way, you cant wait? Preferably after your child is born? Because I-"
"Love, I cant." He cut me off.
"But no, cant-"
"No"
"I-I you cant just-"
" I just cant!" he shouted.
I reared back as if he'd slapped me. Id never been spoken to by him like that. Ever. I stood up, my eyes brimming, and rushed from the room as fast as my growing midsection would allow. I ran all the way upstairs to the bedroom and fell down onto the bed and cried. I cried and cried and cried. After half an hour, I felt two strong hands pull me up into a sitting position. I was cradled on his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck, his around my back, folded neatly on top of the protruding bump on my stomach.
" I will be back. I will come back for you. I will see our child some day. And I will always love you." He said softly. I looked up at him with sparkling eyes and laid my head down over his beating heart, and fell into a restless sleep.
That was the last time I saw my husband.
I woke up the next morning, with a note on the pillow next to me. it was written in my husbands neat, curly writing. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and read through it hurriedly. My eyes slowly started to mist again and my breath came in ragged intervals.
My Dearest,
Im sorry you had to wake up to find me gone. I thought about it and realized this was the best way to say goodbye without having a painful farewell and running back into your arms. I told you I would be back, and I will. Someday. I have to say that I deceived you. I have no idea when I shall be back. I have absolutely no clue.. But I will be. I promise to write whenever I can. I have known about this trip since I receive that letter three months ago. But Im afraid I have lied to you in two points.
Im not in training. Lord Voldemort has been sighted. I have gone off, with a team of other Aurors to finish him off .Im sure our friends next door, or rather, just friend now, will be over later. She has lost her husband to fight another war again.
Do not forget my love, I will be back for you. Take care of your self, and our child. I miss you already, and yet I am writing this, lying next to you. Take of my heart, love, I've left it with you.
All my love and more,
Your Darling
When I read it over again I cried. And when I had no tears left, I sat and looked out of the window, at the rising sun, wondering, and waiting for my lost love to come home again.
No no no this is not a one shot. I plan it make it loooooooooooong. But I wont forget Omwygt I swear. I hoped you liked the chappie! I know its a lot different from my other stories, its more detailed. But lots more dialogue now in the later chapters. This was really prologue/chapter one. AND you find out who everyone is. I hope it was obvious though. See ya next time!
fayrid