8 Miles Running by Avadne
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters. I just like making them do what I want…
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Part III: 6 Mile
Harry could still make it, if he wanted to. He could still start running, and try to escape. But he knew he didn't want to anymore. He knew he couldn't want to.
He couldn't want to because that would be weak. And being weak was not something he did anymore. Not since Ginny…
Yes, that's right. Ginny Weasley. Ginny had stepped up to the challenge, especially in 5th year. Harry was depressed, and acted it. But Ginny did not stand for weakness like that. She wanted the old Harry back, and didn't give up.
She found herself. She changed… or more likely, she became herself. She realized what she was meant to do, and who she was meant to be. And she became that girl.
She wasn't ever the smartest girl or the most beautiful. But then again, Harry didn't want the smartest, funniest, most beautiful girl out there. He wouldn't care if Ginny was completely stupid and ugly. She would still be the Ginny he fell in love with. He fell in love with her not her IQ level or her beauty. He fell in love with the one that tugged him out of being blue.
And it didn't matter anyway, because she was reasonably smart. Nowhere near as brainy as Hermione, but she held her own well. And she was so beautiful, Ginny. She had grown into her looks remarkably well. Well, to Harry anyway. But then again, he didn't love her because she was beautiful. She was beautiful because he loved her.
Her orange hair had darkened to a steady red and had grown to half way down her back, curling elegantly at the bottom. Her porcelain skin was clear and had a dotting of freckles that went well with her big, brown eyes. Full of life and sparkle…
Ginny, he loved. He loved to embrace her slim form. He loved to kiss her lightly, softly. He loved to spend time with her, talk with her. He just loved her.
And he wasn't sure if he had even ever told her that. Ginny, I love you now and forever…
Like hell he would die without really telling Ginny he loved her. Like hell, damnit. Running was for the weak… and Harry refused to be weak. He had tried once, to be weak, but a certain redhead with sparkling eyes saved him. And now he would save himself, for her.
Harry refused to move again. This one was for Ginny Weasley, the love of his life, who had always said that weakness could be fought, would be fought as long as he wanted to. And Harry wanted to, for her. It didn't take long; Voldemort had gained one more mile on him.
Only 5 more to go.
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Thanks a lot to Ninako, ShadowMoony and Tondo-the-half-elf for their kind reviews. Means lots to me guys.
Hope you enjoy this!
Avadne