PROMISES UNFORGOTTEN
In eighteen years, no one had ever seen such a traumatic, disastrous and never-ending battle. It had lasted two years. Two very long and tiring years. Yet, all the hard work had paid off. Lord Voldemort was finally dead, thanks to the wizarding world's hero, Harry Potter.
Still, no matter how much wizards all around the world partied and celebrated, the truth remained: the battle was not over.
Lord Voldemort's supporters were still out there, waiting for the perfect time to seek revenge. . .
Two years ago, when Harry had first arrived at The Burrow on his seventeenth birthday, he had made a promise to himself. He knew that if the Weasley family died at the hands of this war, it could easily be his fault. So he promised to make sure his real family remained safe; that he would die if it was to save any one of them . . . especially if that someone was Ginny Weasley.
He didn't know what it was, but there was something about Ginny that made him feel nervous whenever she was in the same room.
Since they had broken up at Dumbledore's funeral, he had felt a, somewhat, empty space; and since being in the same house as Ginny, had helped fill this space up.
The two hadn't talked to each other at all since Harry had arrived, but both knew they must soon.
Bill and Fleur's wedding was coming too quickly for Harry; because it meant he would have to leave his family behind to embark on a journey no seventeen year old should even have to consider.
Only, Harry Potter wasn't able to run away from this journey, because it would follow him for the rest of his life if he didn't face it and destroy the source of it: Lord Voldemort.