The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

Harry's Ending: It's Not The Ending, But The Beginning

I sat on my porch sipping a hot cup of coffee. The mug was losing its heat rather quickly. But it was still scorching hot as I sipped. It burned my tongue, but it was the only thing keeping me awake. The steam rose from the mug. The air cool and crisp. I waited patiently for the mailman to come and put a letter into the mailbox, so that I could then quickly shred open the letter to read it. I'd been awfully anxious these last few months. But alas, the mailman never came. The sky darkened and I could no longer expect the mailman would still be making last minute stops. I retired for the night, but left the porch light on in case he had come home. As I crept into bed, alone in the house, I glanced at my nightstand. Several pictures of us on our wedding day. We were so happy then. What happened? "Harry" I sighed. "Where are you?" I turned the light off, and I was alone in the darkness.

When I woke, I dressed in my most comfortable clothes and made my way to Weasley's Wizardly Wheezes. When I entered the shop, a chime jingled, signaling that someone had entered the store. "Scarlet! How have you been?" Said George. He was toying with some sort of metal mechanism. "I've seen better days. Have you heard from Harry?" "I can't say I have. Maybe Ron's heard from him". "I'll go find him". I had said. "Don't bother. I'll call him for you. Oh dear brother!" called George. "What do you want now? I swear, you call me every other minute just to bug me...... Oh. Hey, Scarlet". Ron said, entering the room and then stopped in his tracks when he saw me. "Have you heard from Harry?" "No. Sorry. Why?" "I haven't heard from him in months. I'm really starting to get worried" "I'll tell you if I've heard anything" "Thanks Ron" I gave him a large hug despite how much larger he is than me. As I exited the shop, I thought I had heard everything. But what I didn't hear, was Ron say "Who'd leave a girl like that?" If Ron hadn't heard from Harry, then that meant no one else had. I returned to the comforts of my home. I sat on the porch again with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. With all of my taste buds practically burned off. I had several of the letters that he had sent to me and I remembered the time before these letters.

**Flashback** (The day Harry left. Several months ago)

Being a wizard had become less and less of a wonder and more of a burden. So we had left the world of wizards and magic. But as we enjoyed our mundane life, I could sense Harry becoming restless. I prepared dinner as usual. "Spaghetti again?" He said. We'd begun having these arguments lately. "We had spaghetti two weeks ago. I thought a change would be nice. But if you don't like it, you don't have to eat it". I said crossing my arms. "Scarlet, this isn't a change. A change is moving. A change is..... well, SOMETHING!" I had known that Harry had a thirst for adventure, but I feared that something would happen to him. But even more so, something would happen to him, and I wouldn't be able to do anything. "So you're bored then?" I asked, with hostility. "Yes, Scarlet! I'm bored! I can't live like this anymore. We're wizards for a reason! We're supposed to go out, get into danger, and DO THINGS!" He was yelling now.

I had definitely hit a nerve. If he wanted a screaming match, then I would give him one. "So having kids isn't considered 'doing something'? If you're SO bored, that you can't live like this anymore, then go ahead and find your adventure! I just figured that fighting Voldemort for what, the first 18 years of your life, was enough adventure to last a lifetime!" "Fine! maybe I will!" He began packing his bags. "Go ahead! Leave! And when our friends ask where you are, I'll just say "he left to for more adventure because apparently living like this isn't good enough for him"!" As he was about to exit the house, I chucked ten to twenty unused manilla envelopes at him. "Don't forget to write!"

**Present Day**

I've regretted everything I had said that day. He had written every week for the two months he had been gone. But the last six months, he hadn't responded. I feel as though what I had said to him last had stuck in his mind. He had forgotten to write. I know I had said some hurtful words, but I was perfectly fine with living like this. But still, there was some unrest in my heart. I shuffled through the letters. He had begun traveling all over the world and had sent me a letter each new place he had gone. I could imagine him smiling while writing these letters. This was something I hadn't seen in a long time. I began to to pack my things. I had come to a conclusion. If Harry wasn't going to come back himself, then I'd drag him back. Even if I had to pull him by his ears. As I was ready to leave the house, I heard a knock at the door. Suitcase in hand, I opened the door to find Ron and George standing there. "Hey Scarlet. what's the suitcase for?" "I'm going to find my husband". I said. I drove myself and Ron to the airport, getting myself a flight to the last place he had sent me a letter from. Romania.