Prompt: Love can wait
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Harry sat in his dorm, looking out the window. His trunk sat open at the foot of his bed, half packed. He didn't have the heart to finish just yet.
The white marble of Dumbledore's tomb stood out against the grounds. Some people were still there, paying their last respects. He saw a head of long, bright red, fiery hair amongst the crowd.
Ginny.
His heart felt heavier. He had just broken up with the Weasley daughter, and nothing could hurt more. He really did love her with all his heart.
But he couldn't put her in danger. He couldn't risk Voldemort using her.
He couldn't risk another incident like the Department of Mysteries.
Harry just had to let go, and hope that she would too.
After all, she had a whole future in front of her. All Harry saw was Voldemort. Neither could live while the other survived.
He thought once, in a fleeting moment of selfishness, about running away with her, somewhere where the war hadn't touched.
Reality set in though. He could never live with himself if he did that. Besides, he could never truly live that life.
He would always be looking over his shoulder for Voldemort. Who knew how many more children would end up orphans like him if he didn't fight?
Love would have to wait. It would have to wait for them to win the war.
Yes, love would just have to wait.