Hello everyone!

This story is probably one of my favorites yet. It's sad, but I love it. It was based off of a post that I saw on the tumblr page called Next Gen Confessions. It's actually where I get a lot of my insperation.

Anyway, you know what to do. Read, review, all that fun stuff. I hope you like it!

Enjoy :)


The eleven-year-old companions walked hand in hand together down the old beaten forest pathway in the woods of Molly Weasley's backyard.

The only sounds being made were the soft crunches made by their feet, muffled by the soft soil and a distant chirping of birds.

"Molly, I've got something to tell you," Jack said quietly.

"What is it?" Molly dared to reply. She could tell that it wasn't going to be good news.

Jack led them over to a fallen log and the two of them hopped up onto it, facing each other.

"I'm moving away," Jack said softly, his blue eyes shining.

Molly didn't know how to respond. She was scared, not going to Hogwarts with her best friend, but she knew she could be brave.

"Where are you going?" she whispered.

"Ireland," Jack responds. He looked between them – they were still holding hands.

"Promise you'll come back to me?" Molly asked, her eyes shining hopefully.

Jack's face cracked into a toothy smile. "I promise."


Molly walked down the old beaten forest pathway in the woods of her backyard.

The only sounds being made are her strangled cries. There are no birds to listen to, no crunch of leaves, not even sunlight.

She thought back to the last time she was in the forest, six years before . . . with Jack.

"You promised you would come back! You promised!" Molly shouted, no one there to hear her.

"But you're not here," Molly cried, sitting down on an old fallen log. "And it's all my fault."


Percy Weasley was jerked out of his nap by a knock on the door.

Pushing himself off of his desk chair, he slowly made his way to the great oak door. When he opened it, he was surprised as to who was standing there.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley. Is Molly here?" the blue eyed man asked.

In front of Percy stood a young man, about Molly's age, his voice laced with the smallest trace of an Irish accent.

"No, Jack, I'm sorry. She's not here, and she's never coming back," Percy said stiffly before closing the door and making his way back to his study.