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Running With the Wind
Running around the Quidditch Pitch in the crisp, cold air. The wind whipping through your hair, showing your freckled face, and revealing those blue eyes that are so easy to melt in to. Holding hands while we run. The warmth of your hand keeping me together. Keeping me safe. Your arms, strong and protective as they were. The both of us, just the two of us, together.
Smiling, both of us smiling. Both of us are happy. Happiness and each other. Love. What kept us together.
The silver necklace, that you gave me, bumping against my neck as we run. Reminding me of how much I love you.
Your long strides pulling me though the grass. The wind making it harder to run.
Out of breath, and stopping. Just enjoying your presence, your existence. No words, just connections.
Your hair now in disarray, the wind-blown look that you always seem to have. Red hair, flying all over your face, with my hands touching and warming up your cold face. A lively face that only you have.
And running. Back to running though the harsh wind. Back to happiness.
My fondest memory of you. Just running. Running for an eternity just for us to be together. Running to see you face light up with determination. Determination to get away, and be with me forever.
I can still feel the warmth of your hand. Of your arms, and how they protected me. I can still feel the happiness of your smile, and the feeling of your blue eyes going though me. Knowing everything about me.
The thumping of my silver necklace of the moon. As my fingers touch it, tears of joy and sorrow reach my eyes.
Now remembering everything. Remembering the train ride in which I met you. Remembering the day you died, in front of my eyes to help Harry and to save my life. Remembering the emptiness of your once lively eyes. Your blue, knowing eyes. Seeing your hair in disarray. Your hair in that wind-blown look.
Tears in everyone's eyes as you fell to the floor. Tears and vulnerability brought to all. You, kept us all together; kept us in a serious, but laughing state, now gone. But not gone.
Fingering my silver necklace while sitting in the middle of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, remembering you. Remembering the running and determination. The wind whipping though our hair. The wind bringing you to me.
You're not gone. You're with me, whipping though my hair and never stopping. Always running, and keeping me safe.
The wind never stops. It is constantly moving with determination. Determination of finding an unknown destination. The wind carries all emotions that it passes though: love, happiness, joy, sorrow, anger, and pain.
Just like your running. Our running. Taking love and happiness with us.
As the wind whips though my hair, I know that I'm not alone. I know that you are with me. Running.
A second breeze passes though me and I get up, and start running. Seeing you. Seeing your blue eyes and red hair. Seeing and feeling your smile of happiness.
And I put out a hand, the wind blowing through it. Me feeling the warmth of your hand. The warmth of your strong, protective arms. My necklace, thumping against my neck. The both of us running. Running for an eternity. Running with the wind in love, happiness, and joy.
