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Easier to Run

Sango-chan

Normal Laura Tidmore 2 2 2003-08-09T15:03:00Z 2003-08-09T15:03:00Z 2 590 3364 Independent Living Center 28 6 4131 9.2720 0 6 pt 6 pt 0

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It's easier to run

Replacing this pain with something numb

It's so much easier to go

Than face this pain all alone

Harry Potter looked around at the seventh year boys' dorm, the room he would never see again if he could help it. Decorations included pictures of lions Dean Thomas had drawn, Quidditch banners, and Dean's West Ham soccer poster. Harry checked his knapsack once more, to make sure he had enough clothes to last him for a while as he didn't know where exactly he would go yet, his wand, his invisibility cloak, his Marauder's Map. He held his Firebolt 1500 in his right hand.

In his left hand was a rolled-up parchment, a letter to one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. He'd already left the one to Ron Weasley, his other best friend, on his bedside table so he could find it when he woke the next morning. Harry unrolled the parchment and checked over it once more.

Dear Hermione,

This is really hard to write, especially to you because I know you'll worry, but it must be done. What this letter is about is to tell you that I'm leaving Hogwarts. I know it's our last year and everything but when it's safe again I'll continue my magical education and get my degree, but right now even Hogwarts isn't safe. I'm leaving because I have to protect you and Ron and everyone else I love that are here. You can't come looking for me. I know that if I leave, there is still a chance of Voldemort taking or killing those I love either as a trap or to provoke me to go after him, but I also know that this chance will be very small. It's a greater risk for everyone if I'm here. That's why I'm leaving.

I need to tell you something but I can't now because it will make you worry even more about me, as I know you are already starting to as you're reading this, so it must be kept secret until it's safe again. Besides, if Voldemort finds out, he may kill you or take you especially. Just know this: you and Ron are the best things that ever could've happened to me, especially with everything else that's happened in my past. If you ever get sad, just remember that I'm in your heart and you are forever in mine.

Love,

Harry

Something has been taken

From deep inside of me

A secret that I've kept locked away

No one can ever see

Wounds so deep they never see

They never go away

Like moving pictures in my head

For years and years they've played

He took a deep breath, rolled it up again and stuck it in the pocket of his cloak, where his wand also was, slung his knapsack over his shoulder and walked out of the dormitory, never once taking a look back. He crossed the landing to the girls' dorm and crept silently inside, pulling out the letter and set it on Hermione's bedside table. He pushed back the curtains a bit so he could see her once more before he left. The bluish-white moonlight fell on her face, making her appear much paler than she really was. Her hickory-brown curls were spread beneath her head on her pillow, and her eyelids fluttered. Harry squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over his cheeks. When he was sure they'd gone, he opened his eyes, bent and gave her a very light kiss on the lips, a first and last bittersweet one before he left. And he turned, pushed the curtains back closed, and left the dorm. He checked the common room for anything he might've forgotten but there was nothing.

The memories of his former years at Hogwarts especially came flooding back to him in this room, since it was the very room he'd spent most of his time, but he just tried to ignore them and headed out. And, a few minutes later, he walked out of the front door of the castle, never to come back. And, for the first time, he found out how much easier to run.

If I could change I would

Take back the pain I would

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would

If I could

Stand up and take the blame I would

If I could take all the shame to the grave I

Would

It's easier to run

Replacing the pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go

Than face all this pain here all alone