Disclaimer: Don't own and never will
AN: Written for the Lavender Brown Competition by TrueBeliever831. It's a short drabble, so don't say you weren't warned
Hero, Lavender thought to herself, was a much overrated term. As a point of fact, Lavender would go so far as to say she hated the term hero.
The term had been thrown about a lot after the battle of Hogwarts. People talked about the heroically brave defenders of Hogwarts, standing fearlessly against the hordes of Voldemort and his supporters. Witches and wizards who stood their ground against a great evil and how Harry had ended it.
Heroically fearless? Bullshit. Lavender had been so scared that she could barely stand. Frankly, it was a wonder that she had actually stayed at all.
And now the term hero was being thrown around again. This time, it wasn't about her scars or the deaths of friends and classmates. No, this one was much worse. So much worse.
This time it was used to describe her own daughter. Her own teenage daughter, a girl who had turned fourteen only a few days earlier.
She saved her friends lives at the cost of her own. If she hadn't distracted the werewolf, it would have gotten her friends without a doubt and there would be two grieving sets of parents instead of one. It could have been worse really, that's what everyone said.
Lavender really could not bring herself to care what everyone said. It was easy to say that it could have been worse if you were disconnected from those who paid the price. It was a lot easier to say it could have been worse if it was a friend who saved your life at the cost of their own.
How the three of them had ended up in the middle of a known werewolf territory was still being investigated. The werewolf who attacked them was a feral, still out there.
There was only one thing worse than a dead hero in Lavender's opinion. And that was being the mother of a dead hero. That was the worst. Far worse.