The Prophecy of Two Worlds (Harmione X Percabeth)

Prologue: Shattered Bonds

The full moon cast an eerie glow over the grounds of Hogwarts, reflecting off the Black Lake. The air was thick with a cold, cutting wind, as if the castle itself could sense the impending fractures in its most beloved relationships. It had been months since the defeat of Voldemort, but the emotional toll of the war still weighed heavily on its survivors.

Harry Potter sat on a bench near the lake, his thoughts a swirling mix of regret and loneliness. He had once believed that after the war, life would settle into some semblance of normality. That he and Ginny Weasley would be happy, that Ron and Hermione would eventually get married, and that peace would follow the chaos of his life. But reality, as it so often did, refused to fit into his neatly laid plans.

Ginny had been distant lately, their conversations brief and strained. It wasn't just the weight of loss or the trauma of war—they had both changed. Harry couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment, but the connection they once shared had dimmed, and no amount of trying to fix it seemed to bring back the spark. That evening, as they walked in the quiet gardens of the castle, they finally said the words they had both been avoiding.

"It’s not working, is it?" Ginny’s voice was barely above a whisper, her red hair catching the moonlight.

Harry’s heart tightened, but he nodded. “No… it’s not. I wish it could, but…” He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. The words were heavy, laden with memories of a time when their love had felt untouchable.

Ginny smiled sadly, her eyes filled with understanding, though tears shimmered at the edges. "We’ve been through so much, Harry. But sometimes… sometimes, it’s not enough." She took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "I’ll always care about you. But we both need to find where we belong now."

And with that, they parted—two hearts that had once been intertwined, now drifting apart.