The Promise

The Promise

You had promised me.

Twelve months ago, we stood in here and joined into one flesh as we were pronounced man and wife. In front of everybody. Did you remember your promise?

I solemnly swear, you promised in front of the witnesses, that I would, care and cherish, for you, my wife, and to stay with you, until the very end of our life. Till death shall we part.

You broke your promise.

You left me. Forever. And you have not even seen our child. He was our firstborn, yet he would have no father. Unlike the other children, who were raised happily in a loving family, our child would only have a mother. In fact, he would be the only child. He would be living in a lonely world, living with a mother who wept for his late father.

You had promised to come back, that morning. We had lived in fear, and each day, as you went out for work, I would wonder, whether I would see you alive, safe and secure, back in our house. I would wonder if it was wise to agree to let you join them. However, if I had disagreed to it, I would have made my husband a very unhappy man.

Sometimes, when you were out there, fighting the evil force, I would wonder, whether I had made a right choice in the first place. I was scared, when we were just married, and you were out almost every day and night. I was not supposed to show that I was scared, for I would worry you, definitely, and I was not like that. I was in Gryffindor, and nothing could strip a Gryffindor of its bravery.

Despite all this, all I just wanted, sometimes, was for you to stay at home, snuggling in our bed, whispering in my ears. I hated the time of the day, sometimes at five in the morning, when you gently woke me up, and gave me a goodbye kiss. I would wonder, later in the morning, whether the kiss was a goodbye kiss, or whether it was a farewell kiss. I was utterly frightened.

And yet, you, for numerous times, escaped death. You reached home safe, alive, and happy. I was happy for you too. And when I was pregnant, you volunteered to stay at home, something I was so surprised about, and yet glad. However, I did not want to force you. You returned back to your work again. And I started worrying for you again.

I knew that nothing in this world could stop you from stopping the evil force. I knew that there was absolutely nothing, not even me. I knew you loved me, but you also hated the evil force. I let you go.

If there was one thing I hated, when I married you, it was your obsession over your work.

Yet, I love you, for I love your passion. I love your passion in doing everything.

I could feel the baby fluttering in my belly already. It was moving the day you left us. Us. Ever wonder how it would feel being a parent? You only knew that you were a father of an unborn child. Yet you never knew what it felt like to be a father, holding your child in your arms.

I should not blame your death on your job, since it was your choice.

However, did you know how I cried when Ron told me that you were dead? Did you know how much I wanted to kill myself? I told myself that I must live, for the sake of our child. I knew that no matter what, I had lost you. And you had broken your promise to me.

Tomorrow would be our first wedding anniversary. I will be sharing it with our child. I would not be lonely, after all. I knew that you are still looking after me, in heaven. I could feel your eyes. I could feel your tears. Nope, I did not want to hear you say 'sorry'. I just wanted you back.

I love you, Harry Potter. I'll love you forever.