Promises
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
Warnings: see prologue
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For the past month I've watched them. Watched them laugh together, and fight together. And I've watched them make up together.
I feel like I'm on the outside looking in.
Harry Potter, The Boy who was the third wheel.
Never thought that would happen eh?
And thus far I've kept my promise. Oh, sure, Neville and Ginny and even Malfoy think something's wrong with me. But the two, or one, who this concerns have no clue.
They look at me and see someone who's brooding. Which is normal, because I've been brooding since I discovered I'd have to kill someone. Even if that someone is evil incarnate.
And they assume the brooding is from that. Not from them.
I love Hermione. If you haven't figured that out by now.
And I don't think that's ever going to change.
And I will keep my promise to be okay with this no matter what.
Because if I'm right, it won't matter if I'm happy or not in the near future.
Because I won't be around.
I WILL kill Voldemort.
Even if it costs me my life.
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