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 IV: 5 Mile
Beautiful thoughts of Ginny, Harry knew where they would lead. Inevitably, they went to the Weasley family. To Ron… which led to friendship. The great friendship of the Golden Trio. The Dream Team. Whatever it was called, they were it.
Ron and Hermione. They were his life; his role models, even. They were there for him, there with him every step he took. Every fight he had, every duel he fought, they were there.
Harry used to wonder. Want to know who your real friends are? Fuck up and see who's still there. There was no doubt in his mind as to how many times Ron and Hermione passed that test. After Harry repeatedly screwed up things, voer and over again… they never left. Never.
Ron; Ron, in all his glory. In all his red haired, long nosed and unnaturally tall glory. Ron, Harry's first real friend. The one who knew how to make them laugh. The one they could count on for being defensive about anything, ready to stand up for others but not so much himself. Ron, the optimistic, happy-go-lucky Weasley. Horribly over shadowed, but in a way, the best of them all.
And Hermione. Sweet Hermione, the smartest witch of their level and beyond. Hermione with her bushy hair and glittering eyes and magically shrunken teeth. That was the one. If ever away, she was surely in the library. Always ready to help anyone in need, to really look before she leaped. The rational one.
He couldn't do it. Harry couldn't run, not when he thought of Hermione and Ron. Nothing was too terrible for their trio. Nothing was too scary, to big or too dangerous. It was all just one thing; another adventure. Not when it was just another time that Harry thwarted Voldemort, as they begun saying. It didn't matter that Hermione and Ron weren't at his side physically, cheering him on in the literal sense and providing their own help.
They were here anyway, with Harry. They were in the air, in the ground, in the light… they were in Harry's heart. Just like they had always been when he really needed them. And from there, they gave Harry more help than he would ever need. Their care for him was unbeatable.
Harry stood rooted to the spot, taunting Voldemort. He stopped and rejected the will to move. He stood still, for his two best friends. For Ron Weasley, and for Hermione Granger. For two true, fellow lions that were with him every step of the way. He stopped for them.
It didn't take long; Voldemort had gained one more mile on him.
Only 4 more to go.
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To ShadowMoony, my most faithful reviewer for 8MR (here's an update to please you!) and Nianko, equally faithful (Draco was in my original plan. However, he's been cut out; but you're on the right track!). Thanks guys
Oh, I put this little note in Just Too Tempting as well; I got an interesting e-mail from a reader; he was asking me how to pronounce my name. Ok, listen up everyone. It's said 'Ay-vah-nee'. I am perfectly aware it's probably the weirdest name anyone has ever seen, so I hope that clears some stuff up.
Avadne