Two of Hearts

Prologue

    "Surika... we need to talk."

    These words that came out of Harry's mouth greatly grieved him, for they were the preceding words to the hardest thing he would ever have to do.

    "Yes, Harry?" she replied, oblivious to the heartbreak she would soon be faced with.

    "Surika...I...I think we should take a break..."

    There was a long pause. Harry couldn't bear to look at her. Hurt was one expression he couldn't stand to see on her face.

    "Y...you're breaking up with me...aren't you?"

    Her voice shook as she spoke. Though he wasn't looking at her, he could picture the tears welling up in her eyes.

    "I think so, Surika."

    "So that's it? You're just going to quit?" said Surika, her voice rising. "You're going to quit on your son?"

    Ohh...Why did she have to bring Ryan into it? A product of his and Surika's hormones somewhere around the middle of Harry's sixth year, Ryan was nearly five months old. There was no denying that the baby was his, for he looked more like Harry than he did Surika.

    Ryan, unfortunately, was the reason Harry had to leave Surika. Not because he didn't love his son, but because he wanted to save him. He remembered distinctly, the exact words of Lucius Malfoy the last time he saw him, which had been a few short days ago.

    "You care about your son, right? Well, Mr. Potter, if you really care about the little brat, then you had better listen. If you wish to ensure his safety, then you will leave your little slut of a girlfriend. If you choose to ignore these orders, then you will know true pain as Lord Voldemort destroys him, and your girlfriend as well, understand? You have one week to do the job."

    That's why Harry was doing this now. That was the reason he was breaking the heart of the one girl he ever really loved. He wanted to save them, and he has to hurt Surika to do it. It broke his heart just as much.

    "Why, Harry?" she asked, her anger becoming more and more evident. "I asked you why, Harry!"

    "I just... don't feel that way about you anymore."

    That was a downright lie. He loved her more than anyone, and probably more than he would love anyone ever again. She showed anger toward him, and he didn't blame her. Tears of pain and fury streamed down her face as she tore from her neck the locket he had given her when Ryan was born.

    "I hate you, Harry Potter! Do you hear me? I HATE YOU!"

    She let the locket slip from her fingers. The thud as it hit the floor sounded like a hammer pounding on a nail. With one last spiteful glare, Surika shoved him out of her way and ran from him. She didn't look back. She didn't even slow down. Just like that, it was over. She was out of his life. No more would he hold her in his arms, or kiss her delicate lips, or feel his bare skin against his own. She was gone, and she took a big piece of his heart with her.