An Unpretentious Hero
Cameras flashed and reporters talked excitedly as Remus walked out in front of them.
"Mr. Lupin! Mr. Lupin! How is he!"
"He's gone, not in the sense of being dead, but in the sense of no longer being able to properly function.
His spirit is broken at last. That last glimmer of hope is gone. Shattered with his broken, now unforgiving heart. It's almost as though we could see the light leave his eyes, although most of that light vanished with his godfather.
The Dursleys' abused him. Not only physically, but also emotionally and mentally as well. They underfed him, locked him away from the world for days to weeks at a time, and administered the occasional beating. They delivered words of hate and judgement that no child should ever go through. They labeled him, within themselves and the community. Not only did this happen, but they reminded him daily of how his good-for-nothing parents deserved what they got, and what a shame it was that he didn't go out with them in the end.
Voldemort tortured him. Invading his mind, and his dreams. Leaving him always wondering what would happen next. He used the Cruciatus Curse countless times, and attempted to kill him tenfold to that. Harry Potter stood in his way, and he would do anything to get rid of him. Including taking away who loved him most of all, his parents. Then slowly, and with practice he looked at another and another getting closer and closer to Harry's heart, and eventually his mind. This torture was not only of the wand, but also of the mind. His torture was slow and precise, and eventually started to take effect.
Now Dumbledore, he's the worst of all. Dumbledore destroyed him. He took away the only string of his hope… that Dumbledore was always right. But he wasn't, and he met a tragic end just like our young hero. Harry Potter was his pawn, his way of getting his man. Dumbledore fought Voldemort through Harry. Dumbledore destroyed Harry's way of coping. The moment that Harry found out that the Headmaster was not always right, was the moment his world came crashing down. Harry Potter depended on this man to lead him to triumph over Voldemort. But instead he left him on the crumbling edge of a cliff, where fate is fragile. Without Dumbledore, Harry's cliff came crashing to an end. Leaving The-Boy-Who-Lived a cold unfeeling shell.
Children grew up hearing his name; hearing the story of this boy who destroyed a wizard of great darkness. Through the windows of a jade oculus, was the spirit of a jaded fate. A fate destined by a mark meant for death and not this little imp of a wizard. Some considered it a mark of hate, others a mark of love. A little lightning bolt, that would stave up into the night, light, joy, peace, and life dwindling as though sand through fingers. They saw a messiah, but he was a boy. Harry Potter, Gryffindor's unpretentious hero; a little jaded.
And this is where I leave you. Harry Potter did not let you down, you let him down. Some hero that's fate can be changed for what Rita Skeeter writes in the paper. Who is deemed crazy for what truths he claims. You people don't deserve a hero. It is he who deserves a hero. I bid you good day."
And with that, Remus Lupin strode out leaving them all speechless and confused.
