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"Why do you live?"
"Because I have something worth living for."
Harry had many things worth surviving for. Many loyalties he owed, many people he loved, many things he cherished.
He lived for the rush of wind running through his hair and his hand outstretched to snatch the Snitch.
He lived for Dumbledore's memory, so that his sacrifice was not in vain and that his lessons with Harry did not go unused.
He lived for Ron and Hermione, his two best friends, his two most trusted allies. His rocks in life. They who had stuck by him through thick and thin and had kept him going no matter what. They who were sister and brother, the siblings he never had by his parents.
He lived for Sirius, Lupin, his Mom and Dad, so that their deaths would not go unnoticed and that their ideals for a brighter future would become recognized.
He lived for the Order and for the DA, without whom he would never have survived for as long as he did or won the war against Voldemort. They were the warriors of peace that had kept his hopes alive for so long.
He lived for his dreams, those that kept him going at night, giving him hope and telling him that everything would be ok.
He lived for Hogwarts, so that it would continue on as normal, being a place of shelter for future generations to come.
He lived for his friends. Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Hagrid. Those who had stood by him and even those who had vilified him for a time. He lived for them because, like with Hermione and Ron, he would be nothing without their help.
He lived for Mr and Mrs Weasley and their children. His adoptive family. Mrs. Weasley had been the only mother he had ever really known and between Mr. Weasley and Sirius, he had some pretty good father figures.
He lived for all those who perished in the Wizarding Wars. Tonks, Dobby, Fred, Colin, Hedwig, Moody, Snape, Ted Tonks, his parents, Lupin, Sirius, Dumbledore, Cedric, and all the others. He lived for their continued memory and their sacrifice to a cause bigger than them, bigger than him, bigger than all of Wizarding kind in the long run.
He lived for all of Wizarding and Muggle kind, because as many liked to point out, he was the Chosen One. The one who held the fate of them all in his hands. He lived for them so that he couldn't let them down.
He lived for Ginny. He lived for the girl who may not have been the first to steal his heart, but was most certainly the most worthy of it and the most amazing person he had ever known.
He lived for love. Love was what separated him from Voldemort. Love is what kept him going. Love was his motivator, his law, his dreams. He lived for love because love is what he had. It was all he had and was all anyone had. Love and hope. He lived because he loved.