[AN] I'm not JKR if I was I would actually have a job and make money. Ha I would like to thank JustAudrey07 for betaing this for me! IT WAS A FAIL WITHOUT HER!!!!!!!
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The Easy Life
Maybe for some it was easy, but this time was the hardest of his life. He was hero, but he saw himself as he was, a boy of 18 that had matured beyond his years. Why you ask? Well, because of the war. The war had robbed him of everything he had. He had lost his parents at a young age and had been raised by his grieving grandmother; who had lost her son. As a child he had never shown any magical ability, and she worried he would be an outcast. As soon as he hit Hogwarts, the insults started up. But by seventh year it had all changed. He was the head of Dumbledore's army. Younger students looked up to him. He had "followers", or so that was what Ginny called them. That is what hit him so hard; he felt it was his fault if one of them got hurt. He felt that there should have been something that he could have done to save them.
During the battle, he saw friends fall dead in front of his eyes. Again, he blamed himself for something he couldn't control. As he fought, he only ever had one person on his mind: his grandmother. "Would she be proud of me?" She had never shown any emotion towards him when he was growing up, and because of that he spent his whole life trying to prove his worth. He never gave up, even after being told constantly that he was nothing like his father, and how she wished he could be more like him. He never knew, but she had always been proud.
He had been badly hurt in the battle but he hadn't paid attention, the adrenaline was too strong. After, he saw the major impact of the year, and all of a sudden it was over, finished scene, close the curtain. It hadn't been a happy production. Everyone had changed, everyone knew someone that had died. For him the list went on and on, good guys, bad guys, the line had blurred. Everyone had a story and a reason. They didn't even know what they were doing anymore.
People followed his example, but all he was doing was the right thing. No one had ever seen him for what he really was: a hero. The war was over, the days went by, and she was always there for him. They had been friends back in school, they had shared interests, and they were in the same boat. Her mother had died when she was in sixth year and he had been the one who comforted her. Now he was the one who needed the comforting. Their relationship was a match made in heaven, except for one thing, the fact that he was in hell. He drank, he drank, and he drank, until it hurt him inside. After a while, he couldn't taste it at all. Still she was there for him. He had never once hit her, drunk or sober. All he did was cry. They both cried. They knew how much reality hurt, and how even when you were suffering people would hit you down. Still they had each other and they could see the light. It was far away, but so much closer than it had been before. He was a lucky one, he had a life in front of him to live, but he had to take the change.
He was an underdog, the one no one thought would amount to anything, but he was going to prove them wrong. Society puts a label on everyone and some people live their lives thinking that that is all they can be. No one fits the mold perfectly, and he wasn't even going to try.