The Problem With Time
A/N: For the Tentatively Titled Competition! Didn't come out like I hoped, though...
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The problem with time is that there never seems to be enough of it.
It seemed like everything was closing in on him. What was he supposed to do? Voldemort was going to find him soon, that was for sure. His breath caught for a second when he thought about what would happen to everyone else. This can't be good.
Time was ticking, but he wished it wasn't.
He wanted to enjoy the time with his friends, but he couldn't.
He could seem to stop thinking about it.
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head.
All this kind of made me feel like he was in fourth year again. Everyone using invectives trying to bring him down.
And it sort of worked.
Harry just wanted to run. Take Ron and Hermione, and run. But that wouldn't help anyone, would it?
It would just make things harder for everyone else in the long run. Voldemort would just hunt them down. And that would hurt them.
It would defeat the purpose.
He sat in the darkness, wishing for some kind of miracle to happen.
Of course, nothing would, but hey.
Maybe all you can really do is hope.
The problem with time is that Harry didn't have enough of it.