Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in Harry Potter. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. I don't even own the song. It's called "Do What You Have to Do" by Sarah McLachlan. Wow. I'm such a moocher . . . June 21 is coming soon!
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What Ravages of spirit
Conjured this Tempestuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of Love
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Harry stood outside, the rain poured down upon him from all angles.
He lifted his head to embrace the soft waves falling from the sky.
The cool droplets mingled with the salty ones coursing down his cheeks.
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And Fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And Fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
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He thought of her.
The last time he had looked upon her face she had been pale . . . stricken by the grief of lost love.
The power of his gaze had drawn her vision, and for brief seconds that had seemed like an eternity, their eyes caught, and a million conversations were held in a single glance.
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And I have the sense to Recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
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The emotions welling up inside of him were too powerful. He had to break the connection; he looked down.
He had to leave her again.
He couldn't bear to see her hurt, or killed, because of him.
He wouldn't let it happen.
There were too many of Voldemort's former supporters roaming free in the world.
He Dissaparated.
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Every Moment marked
With apparitions of your Soul
I'm ever swiftly Moving
Trying to Escape this desire
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She was in the rain before him, her heart breaking for the thousandth time, as he told her he loved her and he had to live without her.
Her smile faded slowly before his eyes.
Harry's heart gave a tremendous jolt, but the fluttering in his stomach calmed into a dull ache as he realized that she wasn't getting wet.
She was another memory coming back to haunt him.
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The Yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The Yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
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He took a step toward the apparition, then stepped back again. He picked up his heels and deliberately began to take steps backward.
He then turned outright, and ran of the park.
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But I have the sense to Recognize
That I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
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He watched the fire dance bewitchingly in front of him, as he rocked back and forth on the couch.
Fire.
Red.
Hair.
Ginny.
If only he hadn't been Harry Potter. If only he had been an ordinary teenage boy.
If only there had been no Voldemort.
It all went back to him.
He and Ginny would have been together now.
If there had never been a Voldemort.
What makes someone evil? What goes through their mind? How can anyone enjoy hurting people enough to devote their entire lives to doing so?
How can anyone justify the pain that they cause their fellow man?
__________________________
A Glowing ember
burning Hot
burning Slow
Deep within I'm Shaken by the violence
Of existing for only You
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If only he had Ginny.
If only she were sitting beside him, instead of dancing before his eyes . . . so unattainable.
____________________________
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
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He looked out the window, and he saw her prancing in the rain.
Flying, soaring, ducking, diving . . . Her wavy red hair trailing behind her, as she danced.
She was in the fire, she was in the rain, she was in his dreams, she was in his nightmares . . . she was all around him, and yet he couldn't reach out and touch her.
____________________________
And I have sense to Recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
____________________________
He needed her.
As Ron had needed Hermione.
Harry needed Ginny.
He wasn't complete without her.
He grabbed his cloak, and walked out of the room.
The door closed behind him with a click.
________________________
What Ravages of spirit
Conjured this Tempestuous rage
Created you a monster
Broken by the rules of Love
________________________
Harry stood outside, the rain poured down upon him from all angles.
He lifted his head to embrace the soft waves falling from the sky.
The cool droplets mingled with the salty ones coursing down his cheeks.
________________________
And Fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And Fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
_________________________
He thought of her.
The last time he had looked upon her face she had been pale . . . stricken by the grief of lost love.
The power of his gaze had drawn her vision, and for brief seconds that had seemed like an eternity, their eyes caught, and a million conversations were held in a single glance.
__________________________
And I have the sense to Recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
__________________________
The emotions welling up inside of him were too powerful. He had to break the connection; he looked down.
He had to leave her again.
He couldn't bear to see her hurt, or killed, because of him.
He wouldn't let it happen.
There were too many of Voldemort's former supporters roaming free in the world.
He Dissaparated.
__________________________
Every Moment marked
With apparitions of your Soul
I'm ever swiftly Moving
Trying to Escape this desire
__________________________
She was in the rain before him, her heart breaking for the thousandth time, as he told her he loved her and he had to live without her.
Her smile faded slowly before his eyes.
Harry's heart gave a tremendous jolt, but the fluttering in his stomach calmed into a dull ache as he realized that she wasn't getting wet.
She was another memory coming back to haunt him.
___________________________
The Yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
The Yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
___________________________
He took a step toward the apparition, then stepped back again. He picked up his heels and deliberately began to take steps backward.
He then turned outright, and ran of the park.
___________________________
But I have the sense to Recognize
That I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
___________________________
He watched the fire dance bewitchingly in front of him, as he rocked back and forth on the couch.
Fire.
Red.
Hair.
Ginny.
If only he hadn't been Harry Potter. If only he had been an ordinary teenage boy.
If only there had been no Voldemort.
It all went back to him.
He and Ginny would have been together now.
If there had never been a Voldemort.
What makes someone evil? What goes through their mind? How can anyone enjoy hurting people enough to devote their entire lives to doing so?
How can anyone justify the pain that they cause their fellow man?
__________________________
A Glowing ember
burning Hot
burning Slow
Deep within I'm Shaken by the violence
Of existing for only You
___________________________
If only he had Ginny.
If only she were sitting beside him, instead of dancing before his eyes . . . so unattainable.
____________________________
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
____________________________
He looked out the window, and he saw her prancing in the rain.
Flying, soaring, ducking, diving . . . Her wavy red hair trailing behind her, as she danced.
She was in the fire, she was in the rain, she was in his dreams, she was in his nightmares . . . she was all around him, and yet he couldn't reach out and touch her.
____________________________
And I have sense to Recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
____________________________
He needed her.
As Ron had needed Hermione.
Harry needed Ginny.
He wasn't complete without her.
He grabbed his cloak, and walked out of the room.
The door closed behind him with a click.