A/N: Look at that. Two chapters in one day! Let's see . . . not mine, umm, I still review anyone who reviews me, and anything between /......\ is a flashback/memory. So mainly the whole chapter. Anyway . . . enjoy!
/ "Harry? You're not . . . you're not going to go are you? You'll tell them you can't, right?" Hermione said, reading the letter Harry had just handed her.
"I don't see how I couldn't go." Harry replied, running a hand through his already messy hair. "They need me Hermione."
"But - but you're only eighteen! You could be killed!"
Harry ignored that and took the letter back from Hermione, re-reading it.
Dear Order #8,
Word has been received of a planned attack on the Ministry. Reinforcements are being gathered, and the Order of the Phoenix is strategizing. A meeting is being held in Head Quarters. You presence is requested.
Sincerely,
Order #1
"The Order is going into battle Hermione. I'm in the Order. I need to go."
Harry turned around to find a single tear rolling down Hermione's cheek.
"But - the wedding," Hermione started.
"Herm, don't cry. I'll be back for the wedding. That's still six months from now, and I'll be gone a month, two at the most." Harry could tell Hermione didn't believe him. He set the letter on a dresser and walked to where she sat on the bed. Sitting down beside her he picked up her hand and held it tightly. "Don't worry. We'll get married, have lots of little kids, and a dog, and a house with a white picket fence. We'll have Christmas stockings hanging, and Holiday dinners. We'll take the kids to the Hogwarts Express every year, and send them a package each week. They'll grow up and get married and we'll cry at their weddings. They'll have their own kids, and we'll visit and spoil them rotten. We'll grow old together, and patter around the house, and bicker with love. I promise."
Hermione gave a sad smile and said "We better, Mr. Potter. Otherwise, you'll have my wrath to face."
Harry faked a look of horror and Hermione chuckled. But she instantly became serious again. "You'll come back, won't you? You won't leave me?" Hermione looked anxious and bit her lip as she waited for Harry to answer.
"Of course. How could I leave you? I'll come back."
"Always?"
Harry kissed Hermione's forehead and whispered, "Always. I promise."
"I love you Harry."
"I love you too."
And with that Harry leaned down and gave what would be his most memerable kiss to Hermione.\
Harry shook his head, ridding it of the memory that had come and gone in seconds. Well he kept his promise. He was back. And, boy, did it feel great