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 VIII: 1 Mile
Voldemort; yes, if Harry did this, Voldemort would be free. And if Voldemort was free, who else but Harry himself was left? Exactly.
Sure it was his destiny and all; but Harry strongly believed that to be a load of bullshit. In the end, Harry was a firm believer in that he controlled his own destiny. There was no fate, but what they made of it. So he would have been quite happy shoving that Prophecy down the drain, or somewhere equally rank. However, there was one small problem with that; if Harry didn't kill Voldemort, who the hell would?
No one. No one would rise up from the crowd and battle, risk their own life for others. Nobility just didn't exist in the world anymore.
Harry had come quite a bit from the short, skinny boy with black hair and a lightning bolt scar. Sure, he still had the messy black hair, and his scar would never be gone; he had also remained on the slim side, but had grown a good few inches. His emerald eyes radiated of power and skill, and his posture was firm and ready.
There was a fire within Harry Potter that didn't want to go out. That couldn't go out; and hell, even if it could, it wasn't meant to. It was meant to stay alive as a symbol. A symbol of the life within Harry Potter, no matter how hidden and buried. The old Harry was still there somewhere; he was just a lot harder to find. the war had changed him, like it had changed everyone; but it hadn't killed him yet, and the way Harry saw it, it never would.
He owed to it everyone to beat Voldemort, didn't he? He owed it to them, to save them and set them free. But there was one final person he owed it all to. He owed it to himself, really.
Who cared about the rest? Harry had to do this for himself really, and no one else. Well he could do it for someone else, but… it wasn't as right. He was here, and he wanted the freedom. He wanted the upper hand, he wanted the feeling of joy when everyone was safe. He wanted to save himself, save Voldemort… and save the world, ultimately.
Harry had come to one final halting decision; he hadn't been running for quite a while now, and stood still, even more determined than before. And this time, he slowly and deliberately spun himself around and turned to defiantly face Voldemort. This one was the most important; he was doing it for no one else but himself.
Staring him straight in the red eyes, Harry raised his wand.
He was ready.
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Ok, people; that's the end. The end of 8 Miles Running. No, I'm not going into their little battle; I'll let JKR sort that out. Not that my version would be good anyway.
However, here is a possible beginning… I may still do a follow up yet, however, I'm not sure. What do ya'll think? Thanks for all who reviewed :)
Avadne