One Love

2 years after the war

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Thank you for reading.
Here is my story......
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Shoving his alarm clock off his nightstand, Harry is greeted with a silence he wished would last until the end of time. Knowing what today is and what he was going to do, he laid in bed a bit longer not worried about being late to work. Today was the day that he, Harry James Potter was going to disappear.
He slowly sat up in his bed and looked around.

He asked himself. "Are you going to miss this place"? "Nope", Harry said excitedly.

He was done being the "Golden Boy" all he wanted to be was Harry. Just Harry.

As he walked to his closet he saw the one thing he would miss hanging on his wall in the form of a picture. His two best friends, Ron and Hermione, who have been through everything with him. Guilt slowly bubbled up from his stomach, leaving a burning feeling in his heart.

Is he doing the right thing? Can he just leave them with no explanation? With that last question Harry sighed, no he couldn't. That would be something, something he would never get over.

So talking out loud to himself making sure it's not just a fleeting thought he stated in a whisper "Once I am done packing I will write a letter telling them why. This will also be my way of saying goodbye, for now".

Harry knew he wouldn't leave, if he said goodbye in person. With that Harry flicked his wand around his studio apartment and put everything he needed into his ruck sack, silently thanking Hermione for teaching him how to expand his bag so that everything fit. Once that was done Harry took down the picture of him and his best friends. Gingerly took the picture out of the frame and slid it into his wallet. With a quick look around the place making sure nothing was missed, Harry walked to his table and began to write his letter.

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Sitting at her desk Hermione once again looked at her watch. "It's 8:45 where is Harry? He has never been this late!" she mumbled to herself.
With another look at her watch she quickly wrote a message to Ron.

Ron
Have you seen Harry? He is late and he hasn't owled letting us know if he is sick or something. This isn't like him, I am getting worried.
Hermione

She sent the message to Ron and tried to keep herself busy. Nothing worked, her mind kept going back too "Where the hell is Harry"?

No sooner then finishing her thought Ron came through her door. She looked at him and could tell he was also worried. She watched as he ran his fingers threw his firery red hair and dropped into the leather chair opposite of hers.

He rubbed his hands on his face in frustration and quietly asked "What should we do?" lookimg at Hermione hoping she would have the answer.

She looked at him and promptly said "We owl him, of course" rolling her eyes while she grabed her parchment and quill.
As she was about to put ink to parchment Harry's stag patronus presented itself with a simple message....

"Come to my studio. Questions will be answered." Then the silver mist was gone.

Looking at each other with worry and even more questions they grabed hands and apperated to Harry's.
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They landed just outside Harry's door. Once they got over the dizziness of apperation Ron reached for the door and knocked. He waited for an answer. The only answer that met there ears was nothing but the echo of Ron's knuckles meeting the wood door.

Hermione looked at Ron and her eyes filled with worry.

"I have his spare key." Ron said quickly. He fished into his pockets to find his keys.

As soon as he found them he went through them to locate the right one. Seconds seemed like minutes to Ron as he fumbled through all his keys,

"found it" he sighed reaching for the door knob.

He slid the key in and turned the lock. Both of them finally exhailing when they heard the lock click.

"Wait here, let me go first" Ron said gruffly holding Hermione back. She lightly smiled and inched back behind him.
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Ron inched in with his wand out going through the door. Trying to copy that muggle detective John McClane in Die Hard. A muggle movie Hermione loves to watch at Christmas. Ron has never understood how that is a Christmas movie.
He slowly looked around and noticed a light blue flame hovering over Harry's kitchen table. Ron turned to Hermione and waved her in to the apartment. She walked in and took in the nearly empty space. She turned to look at Ron, tears slowly filling her eyes. Ron briskly walked to her and pulled her into his strong arms. Once her head hit his chest she openly began to cry soaking Ron's shirt where her tears fell.

After a few minutes she pulled away and sadly wispered "Where did he go?" Ron softly grabbed her chin and placed a tender kiss on her lips. Wishing he had the answers.

Hermione looked over his shoulder and noticed the blue flame and the letter waiting for them to read.

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Thank you for starting this journey with me. I hope to update once a week. I also will try and let you know if life happens and I might be late updating.
One Love
Always_Hufflepuff