The Greatest Thing
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The Greatest Thing you'll ever learn is just to learn and be loved in return.-Moulin Rouge.
Chapter One
Love is said to be many things by many different people. Someone, somewhere is always trying to find a new way to describe the feeling that pulls them under and sometimes apart. Such a wonderful feeling, they say, even if it has its consequences.
Those days and nights in Dumbledore's office, he was told that love was what he needed, the greatest weapon of all was love. He was also told that his opponent could not love, had never loved, and would never love, but could this possibly been a lie? Surely, everyone could love?
September came. The scarlet express awaited the new and the old, but Harry could never go back, when apart of him was out there. Hermione shed her tears; Ginny refused to speak to him, but gave him a kiss on the cheek; Ron gruffly said his good-byes.
At night the living and the dead haunted him in and out of sleep. His whole life, up from the age of one, the streets, the roads, the paths all seemed to lead to him, to Tom. Where was Tom's streets, roads, and paths leading him?
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A/N: Revised.