Being raised in a house that was half muggle, half wizard meant that Lee Jordan had many tales told to him. Muggles dreamt of magic, Wizards dreamt of pushing their magic to new heights. Yet for all their differences, one constant remained true, through and through. In every tale, valor was to be found. The name of the main character was always known in all the lands, he was proud and his friends stood ever faithful behind him, never to back down, even in the face of great danger. Darkness fell, but always did they remain true, these were the fairy tales that filled his childhood.
When wartime came, Lee expected it to be simple: choose good over evil, good will triumph, no grief to be suffered, no death to face, and if you did, you would escape. And, indeed, at first it was that simple. Fight for the Order. That was easy, that was what he chose to do, and he didn't really understand what other decision he could have made. Maybe he could have run away, but did the proud heroes of any of the stories turn tail and run? Never did they do that, and Lee always knew that when the time came, neither would he.
It wasn't valor that he fought for in the War, that's what he said, but maybe if he was honest with himself; it was an awfully temping reason to fight. As the War drew on and got worse and worse, with death and fear growing every day, Lee began to understand there was more to fighting than for recognition. He almost lost his friends on missions for the Order, and it was at these times that he learned that he fought for them as well as himself, to save those he cared for. With this realization, he fought harder, for this time he felt he had a more important reason to fight, to resist, to help in any way he could, even if it meant just speaking the truth or raising everyone's spirits, thus the creation of Potter watch.
The War ploughed on despite Lee's new resolution, though, and by the time the Final Battle arrived, he hadn't lost any friends and thought that maybe he could get through without death, that one part of the stories that was ever in the back of his mind would come true.
But it didn't. Almost it seemed that he lost two friends for one. He thought he handled his own grief remarkably well, he hid it and made sure that he was there for George when hard times came, not allowing his remaining friend to see him crumble, after all, Gryffindors were supposed to be stubborn in all manners, and Lee stubbornly believed that George and everyone else needed him to remain strong, as someone to lean on when things got rough.
By the end of the war and the funeral of his best friend, one half of the duo that he was in some ways the third wheel of, Lee knew the fairytales from so long ago would never come true, it was what made them so fictional. He did not receive the valor that the heroes always got, neither did he get the girl, and he lost friends along the way. So though tragedy was suffered and the immediate recovery from War did not occur, he was a hero in his own way. Darkness fell and he remained true, even in times of fear. His friend needed him and he was there, just as a friend should be.
Happily ever after didn't come true, and it never would. The heroes so bold who faced their foes and didn't back down actually quivered in fear, or broke with the loss of a life. Their valor wasn't without pain, their happiness without sorrow. The stories lied, they were untrue…
Yet they were true. Lee aspired to be one of the heroes in the tales he'd long since heard from a young age, and he achieved it. He fought through fear, through pain and loss. Finally he understood as he stood by his friend in front of the grave, he understood that the heroes were such because they kept going. Lee decided that he was a hero, not unsung, but not renown. He had done heroic things, and though he didn't receive the valor he'd desired in the beginning, being able to stand there with his friend both giving and receiving support, living through the aftermath that was the true trial of character for one so set on the path of good, that yes, he had finished his own tale, if not in the way expected, and the heroes were real and true, even if the happy ending was not…
A/N: Yes. You can laugh. I know, I know, I know. It doesn't make sense. But! there are reasons for this...Okay, yea, I got nothin'. Well, anyway, this was written for my 1 yr anniversery on back in March, and two months later, I was looking back through my old fics and found it, and it brought about the idea for a series I'm gonna call the 'Un' series. It's about different characters and growing up, and it goes from the Hp fandom to the LOTR fandom, and there's one in the POTC fandom. So, nine total. Yeah, that's about it...
Hp = 4 fics (Untrue, Unsaid, Unconcerned, Unsung)
LOTR = 4 fics (Untainted, Unloved, Undecided, Undying)
POTC = 1 fic (Unbidden)
Well, whatever. Disclaimer: I own not Lee Jordan or any of the Harry Potter awesomey goodness (or badness, as it were. *cough Voldemort and the Death Eaters cough*) They're all KINDA the property of JKR, and all. But you already knew that...