Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are).

That What Is Left

Let me tell you a story about Harry Potter. No, don't turn away; it's a nice story, I promise. You'll like it, believe me. Oh, you have heard stories about Harry Potter before? Well, you haven't heard this one.

This is a never-before-told story, you see.

Hermione Weasley "The Legend of Harry Potter"

"Harry, those are wonderful. Where did you learn to bake such wonderful brownies?"

"Aunt Petunia used to make them for special days. She taught me so she wouldn't have to bother herself."

"They are really good. I wouldn't have pegged you for such an excellent cook."

"It's just the brownies, Hermione. Everyone can make them. Do you want the receipt?"

"Yes, thank you. I would love to have it."

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

"I'm writing a biography."

"Whose?"

"Harry's."

"Harry Potter's? But everybody is writing about him."

"They don't write it right. I want people to know the truth."

"What is the truth?"

"That he was a boy who liked Quidditch and chocolate frog cards. That he wanted to become an Auror. That he loved sun and life."

"I don't understand, Mommy."

"You don't have to, not yet."

"But I will?"

"Yes, of course. Go play now. Mommy is going to finish the chapter and then make dinner."

"Brownies too, 'kay?"

"Yes, of course."

"...for neither can live while the other survives."

"I think it's creepy."

"Yeah. I mean he knew he had to kill somebody or die. I wonder what did he feel?"

"I don't think he was happy."

"Of course not! But do you think he was proud to have a Destiny?"

"Don't know. Maybe."

"I can't imagine what it would feel if there was such prophesy about me."

"Be glad that you can't, like grandma Hermione would say."

"I am. Do you think she has her special brownies ready by now?"

"Let's go and see."

"Thank you, Margaret. The brownies are wonderful as ever."

"You welcome, Mr. Roberts. Do you want another one?"

"Yes, please."

"Here you are. Enjoy."

"Excuse me, but could I ask what did you put into those? I've never had that kind

of brownies before."

"It's a special receipt that runs in the family, Mrs. Roberts. They're called

Harry's Brownies. I really don't know where the name comes from, but the secret is adding brown sugar and some honey."

"Oh, I have to try that. Could I have one more?"

The End