Lizzie: Yeah... Another one-shot. This plot bunny bit me when I was running to catch a bus, thankfully I caught the bus but the plot bunny wont let go until I finish writing this so.... Here is the Idea.
Muse Harry: -Snickers at Lizzie- You do realise that the plot bunny is biting your butt, Don't you?
Lizzie: Yes, I noticed, now stop laughing and do the disclaimer!
Muse Harry: Yeah, yeah. Lizzie does not own the Harry Potter series, me, or any other characters mentioned in this story. She only owns the plot bunnies, we just inhabit her mind to give her Ideas and to annoy her.
Lizzie: Yeah, like I've said before you do the annoying part very well. Enough talking, on with the story so I can get this plot bunny of my butt!
Running
The feel of the wind running through my hair, the scenery blurring as I passed, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It was all a thrill to me. The only time I ever got to feel this thrill was when I was doing what I was doing now, running.
I love to run, whether it is away from Dudley and his gang when they played Harry Hunting, or during gym, when we were told to run around the track, I loved the blood pumping through my veins and the feeling of my heart beating faster to provide the oxygen to the parts of my body that needed it.
It's one of the few times I feel free, like I don't have to go back to the Dursleys, That I could keep running forever and never have to stop.
Unfortunately, like all good things, it has to end sometime. Heart and limbs searing, breath coming out in pants to get the oxygen I desperately need. This is the worst part. I want to run again, but my cramping muscles and need for oxygen hold me back.
During this time I feel like a bird in a cage, wanting to fly but the steel bars of the cage holding are me back. Running is like flying to me. It's the closest I could get to flying without anything supporting me.
I've been on a roller coaster once, during Dudley's 8th birthday. Miss Figg had been away visiting family in America and the Dursleys didn't trust me in their house by myself. Now, don't get me wrong, but I didn't feel as free as I did when I am running. On the roller coaster I did feel like I was flying for short periods of time, but at every turn and loop I felt the harness pressing into me, reminding me that it was not under my own power.
I love running and flying and I always will. I hope when I die I will go to heaven and get wings like my mum and dad hopefully have. I hope to join them soon, and fly under my own power, but until I do, I'll continue running, as It's the closest to flying I can get.
Lizzie: The plot bunny is of my butt! Finally!
Muse Harry: -Snickers- Well, we hope you enjoyed Running. Lizzie will write again when another plot bunny bites her. Oh, and review please! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows, and constructive criticism will be read and used to improve on future stories!