Author's Note: This story is set in the middle of OoTP, with the DA functional and going well, before Christmas Holidays. And if there are any loopholes, don't tell me about them. Don't particularly care. This was for fun, cause I was bored.

Disclaimer: Even this laptop doesn't belong to me. I think that's sufficient proof that I'm not richer than the Queen of England, and therefore not JK Rowling. Duh. Don't sue me, cause I can't afford a lawyer, and the government ones suck.

She looked up at him, and for one startling second, she thought he was an Angel.

An instant later, the moment had cracked, and she could see again in him reality, the glow disappearing and leaving his skin sallow and pale, the eyes losing that fierce fight and becoming confused behind the thick shields of his glasses, and the odd expression on his face – courage and anger and fear and hate and misery and love – disappear and give way to the normal bemused look he wore. It was a sudden change, from Boy to Man and back, and she didn't think, for one second, that he had even been aware of the fact that he had looked the way he had.

Because the boy she knew wasn't particularly brave or passionate or scared or hateful or sad or loving or anything much, really. He was actually, despite the fame that followed him like a faithful Shadow, blackening every footstep, conventional – even nondescript. Even though he saved lives, rescued crappy important stuff she didn't understand or care about, beat the best in the Triwizard Tournament and performed enough, and numerous times, feats which proved his bravery, she never took him seriously, because no one did. Not him either.

It was an accidental discovery, she thought vaguely. Just a chance remark while walking with him in the corridor about how the Patil twins had to pull out of school because their mum was killed by Him, and then That Expression had come over his face, just like that.

She had looked up at him, and for one startling second, she had thought he was an Angel.

And at that moment, she knew that no matter what he was outside, this was the person who would lead the world out of Darkness and into Light. This was the person who would beat the greatest Dark Lord ever, and restore peace, all in his unobtrusive way. This was the person who would Avenge. This was the Man-Who-Lived.

AN: Cho Chang is underappreciated.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Flamers can Die Painfully.

Peace.