Don't tell me I'm a hero. I'm not.
Sure, I did my duty; I became an Auror. I joined the Order of the Phoenix but so many others did it, that it wasn't all that special. We were two sides in this war and we all thought that we had joined the right one. And in this fight, many of us died.
Few of us were actual heroes, even in death.
Gideon and Fabien Prewitt were what you could call heroes. Together, in one last act of heroism and bravery, they launched a distraction on a group of twelve Death Eaters. The two of them fought long enough to save half the population that had been roaming Diagon Alley at the time. Around one hundred people owe their lives to the twins, especially as Gideon had been expecting a son with his wife, Dorcas. They don't mention them in the history books now, though, nor Dorcas' death in the year after, when she was still carrying the baby.
There's a difference between a martyr and a hero. A martyr dies for their cause; a hero saves people whilst doing it.
Just who did I save? No one…
Lily's a hero. She saved Harry, at least and in turn creating the Saviour of the Wizarding World. You may have heard of my son. He's Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived and all that crap. Drop the names and he's still a hero who risked everything to save everyone else.
I don't deserve the title. It's an honour bestowed upon someone, not just anybody who died for their cause and it's not a word to throw around. It has a meaning. It takes someone special to truly be a hero.
It's a shame that all the decent ones die, though.
You could say that Dumbledore's a hero but he's not. Yet another martyr, a selfish one at that. A plotted murder at the time that the war really began. He left them when they needed him and that's selfish. They won't blame him down there; they'll call him a hero but that's wrong.
I know because, I, James Potter, was called the same thing and I'm not. Not at all.
Heroes save people. I saved no one.
I'm not a hero.