Disclaimer: Harry Potter's not mine. If it was ... well I'd be rich and I'm the opposite of rich thus I can only conclude that it's not mine.
AN: This one came from a combination of two words but I had to choose just one. :) Promise felt better.
Harry sat in his room, tears streaming from his eyes to roll down his cheeks as he gazed at the ring that rested on his finger. It was hidden under a strong glamour during school but it wouldn't matter anymore.
The ring was slipped gently from his finger, only to be dropped from limp fingers as he gave into the sobs that tightened his chest.
*Kill the spare.*
The ring was a reminder of a promise never to be fulfilled.
Fin