Gone with Just a Letter Left.
Written by Devaigh and serious-writer
Four years after the trio left Hogwarts, The Final Battle with Evil took place. On a cold and foggy day, in a field about 50 miles from London,This is where our story starts. H/G, R/Hr,
Prologue
Shortly after he left Hogwarts, Harry Potter proposed to his long time girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. He was very pleased when she agreed. Ron, curiously, had proposed to Hermione only a few days before. They were already planning their wedding when Harry had gotten up the courage to ask Ginny; but being Harry, he was patient. Holding to his new fiancées wishes, he was going to wait till she graduated before they were married. But in the meantime, he would be setting up headquarters and home at his new house, Number 12 Grimmauld Place. This was the house that Harry had inherited from Sirius, after he died in Harry's fifth year.
Months passed, and Ron and Hermione's wedding came. It was a truly splendid occasion. Hermione was glowing like an angel all day, with Ginny by her side as maid of honour. However, things were not to put to rest quite yet...
Soon after, Ginny graduated from Hogwarts, and she and Harry were married. Unlike Ron and Hermione, she had become pregnant only a few months after the wedding. Ginny wanted kids, and Harry wanted a family. Soon after, James Sirius Potter was born. The Potters lived across the street from the newly married Weasleys'. Ron and Hermione also wanted kids, but they wanted to wait until after the final battle. The only trouble was Lord Voldemort...
Four years after the trio left Hogwarts, the final battle with evil took place. Many deaths and much destruction were left in its wake. The wizarding world looked bleak.
This is where our story starts...
On a cold and foggy day, in a field about fifty miles from London, the smell of death was hanging in the air. A terrible war was taking place. A war that could affect the future of the wizarding world forever: destroy it, or preserve it. The outlook was bleak for victory. Many people lay dying and dead, others just hexed and unable to move. More, however, were lying in torture. The Final battle with evil had begun at last.
Which takes this story to our heroes.
Everyone around knew about the Boy-who-Lived. Everyone. What was there that wasn't to know? That he had graduated Hogwarts? That he was married? That he was a father? No, everyone else knew that. Yes, even Voldemort. Voldemort loved playing the family card. He knew how to get that Potter boy.
Or did he?
Currently, Harry and Ron were fighting with the Order against the Dark Lord's massive army. Somehow, though not in the plan, people were taking risks of their lives to make sure that Harry stayed alive. They wanted him to rid the earth of the pond-scum that was Voldemort. Harry was just having trouble understanding it. Why must he sit here and watch everyone die?
The Order were fighting for their lives. They had been in the midst of battle for over an hour now. Bloody scars were the reminders of what was taking place before them. A stench of defeat was rising, while along the battlefield, screams and cries could be heard from the depths of people's souls.
But not everyone was fighting, that fateful day…
Ginny and Hermione were huddled in a small corner of the basement of Number 12 Grimmauld Place: Ginny hugging James closely to her side. Their husbands refused them to come near the battle, namely Harry. He downright refused Ginny to come, should something happen to him. Harry did not want their child to suffer a life like his. He refused to make the next generation of his family suffer like he did, though he knew it would be the Weasleys who would take James. And he knew that he would have more love there, than anywhere else he could be placed.
But that would not happen… he would make sure of that.
Just at the moment this thought ran across Harry's mind; He heard a horrible plea for help...