Harry Potter looked back at the people who were staring at him with hero worship in their eyes. Even his friends, the few he had left after the war, were looking at him like that, waiting for the speech that everyone demanded. Everyone insisted he was a hero, but he wasn't, not really. The true heroes were the ones that had died, the ones that had spied on the monster they'd been forced to call 'Master'. Harry looked at the rabid fans and stood up to speak. They all were all expectant; expecting some heroic speech, expecting something profound. But what they didn't expect was his next words. "You all disgust me." The four words completely silenced the crowd in a way that not even the menacing Auror guards could ever hope to achieve. Harry shot a few people about to protest a venomous glare, and they quieted instantly. "There are so many", he began once again, "So many more worthy people you could give this stupid award to, and you decided to give it to me. To me, who is nothing but a murderer. To me, who has killed children for what their parents had done. To me, who voted for the death penalty instead of a life sentence in prison. You all just want a martyr, a hero, and you don't care how cruel your precious hero is." Harry looked at them all in disgust. "I'm a murderer, and you call me a hero. I'm bitter, and you dare to call me joyful. But worst of all, you call me a child, when I'm a father. None of you have any right what so ever to say that and I'll tell you what my wise baby girl said to me. Courage isn't being fearless; it's not even facing up to your fears. It's doing the right thing when everyone around you is doing wrong." He gave them a mocking smile and sketched a bow before adding, "Thank you for your time." Harry Potter smirked at them, and then turned and walked off of the stage. The last time he would get on one was when his daughter graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he would jump up there to give her a hug.