Disclaimer: As always, I own only the characters that have not appeared in any of the previous or future books by Ms. J.K. Rowling. This story has no rights and is not part of the publishers of anything related to Harry Potter. The story line is created purely for the enjoyment of writing how I think things may happen. No money is being made from this story. Enjoy your reading.
The moon hung low over the horizon while the wind hit him on all sides. There was something about this night that would change the outcome of the war to his advantage. It was burning in him, the truth he had to find in order to save the ones he loved. No one had known he was leaving when he embarked on this journey, no one could. Their lives were too precious to him now, he couldn't lose anyone else.
He pulled the cloak tighter over his shoulders and kept moving, now was not the time to stop. It was not the time to see the pictures in his mind that would only make him weak. It was time for him to do what was necessary, he would not be afraid of dying. He would save them, even if it meant losing himself.
Harry looked back one last time at the home his two best friends were sleeping in. I will save them, I have to. He was far enough away now; no one would know he had left until morning. He had to get to Hogwarts. He would find the answers to the questions that had been haunting him all summer. Dumbledore would know…he was sure of it.
Mounting his broom he kicked off the ground and soared up into the night sky, away from the Weasley's. They would be frantic when they discovered his note, he knew. Ron and Hermione would understand. He had to do this on his own, I can't lose them too. Speeding away a tear fell from his eyes, today may have been the last time he would ever see them again.