A/N: I really don't know how to explain this chapter, or the story that it
starts. So, being me, I'm not going to try. I know this is a bit short.
It's just kind of an introduction. Please please please review. Don't make
me beg... *Begs anyways* I really want to know what you guys think, and
whether or not I should continue the story. Angie
Betrayal.
Harry couldn't breathe. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and it was increasing speed. He had never felt so utterly alone, and yet here he was, standing in the middle of a crowded London street, watching his wife, Ginny Weasley Potter, walk away from him. But that wasn't the worst part. Oh no, it wasn't the worst part. It got much worse.
Betrayal.
You see, Ginny wasn't the only person who had walked out of his life. She wasn't the first, but he had thought that she would be the last. No, he hadn't. He had thought that no matter what, she would never walk out on him. His heart seemed to rip apart into a million pieces.
Betrayal.
Losing Hermione Granger Weasley had been bad enough. Not to mention the fact that when she left, so did her husband, Ron Weasley. Harry had lost both of his best friends in the same instant. Not only had he lost them, but they had purposely betrayed him.
Betrayal.
There was that damn word again. Betrayal. What exactly did it mean? Hermione would know. He felt his heart wrench in pain. Just thinking about her, her long brown hair, the way she would... No. He wouldn't go there again. In the past 8 months since that day, he had thought it over a good hundred times a day. Harry still couldn't figure out why she had left.
Betrayal.
And now Ginny had left. He couldn't help feeling that it was, for whatever reason, linked to Hermione and Ron. After all, Hermione had been the Maid of Honor at his and Ginny's wedding. And Ron was Ginny's older brother.
Betrayal.
That god damn word just would not leave his mind. It was pulsing, like a heartbeat. If he had the chance, Harry would have ripped out that stupid pulsing word, shredded it, and stomped on it. Heartbeat. Interesting analogy. His heart had beaten strictly for Ginny for the past 3 years since their wedding. And now, she was gone.
Betrayal.
She was gone, and there was nothing he could do.
Betrayal.
Why the hell was that damn word still in his mind? What exactly did he mean by that? It was his mind, after all. He should be able to figure it out, right? Wrong. 8 months, and he still couldn't figure out why their abandonment reeked of betrayal.
Betrayal.
He had known pain before, but nothing compared to this.
Betrayal.
He grasped the bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey closer and gulped it down. The burning sensation in his throat felt good. It took his mind away from his problems. Harry gulped more. He staggered off towards the apartment. Knowing full well that it would be empty, Harry opened the door and called out his usual greeting to his wife.
Betrayal.
That was the last thing he thought of as he passed out on the couch, drunk.
Betrayal.
Harry couldn't breathe. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and it was increasing speed. He had never felt so utterly alone, and yet here he was, standing in the middle of a crowded London street, watching his wife, Ginny Weasley Potter, walk away from him. But that wasn't the worst part. Oh no, it wasn't the worst part. It got much worse.
Betrayal.
You see, Ginny wasn't the only person who had walked out of his life. She wasn't the first, but he had thought that she would be the last. No, he hadn't. He had thought that no matter what, she would never walk out on him. His heart seemed to rip apart into a million pieces.
Betrayal.
Losing Hermione Granger Weasley had been bad enough. Not to mention the fact that when she left, so did her husband, Ron Weasley. Harry had lost both of his best friends in the same instant. Not only had he lost them, but they had purposely betrayed him.
Betrayal.
There was that damn word again. Betrayal. What exactly did it mean? Hermione would know. He felt his heart wrench in pain. Just thinking about her, her long brown hair, the way she would... No. He wouldn't go there again. In the past 8 months since that day, he had thought it over a good hundred times a day. Harry still couldn't figure out why she had left.
Betrayal.
And now Ginny had left. He couldn't help feeling that it was, for whatever reason, linked to Hermione and Ron. After all, Hermione had been the Maid of Honor at his and Ginny's wedding. And Ron was Ginny's older brother.
Betrayal.
That god damn word just would not leave his mind. It was pulsing, like a heartbeat. If he had the chance, Harry would have ripped out that stupid pulsing word, shredded it, and stomped on it. Heartbeat. Interesting analogy. His heart had beaten strictly for Ginny for the past 3 years since their wedding. And now, she was gone.
Betrayal.
She was gone, and there was nothing he could do.
Betrayal.
Why the hell was that damn word still in his mind? What exactly did he mean by that? It was his mind, after all. He should be able to figure it out, right? Wrong. 8 months, and he still couldn't figure out why their abandonment reeked of betrayal.
Betrayal.
He had known pain before, but nothing compared to this.
Betrayal.
He grasped the bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey closer and gulped it down. The burning sensation in his throat felt good. It took his mind away from his problems. Harry gulped more. He staggered off towards the apartment. Knowing full well that it would be empty, Harry opened the door and called out his usual greeting to his wife.
Betrayal.
That was the last thing he thought of as he passed out on the couch, drunk.
