"Mate," Ron called to Harry as he entered the Burrow's kitchen. "Have you seen the latest cards that come with the Chocolate Frogs?"
Harry looked up from his task of peeling sprouts, something that Mrs. Weasley roped him into just as soon as he came back from playing Quidditch with Ginny and Charlie. "No I haven't," he replied.
A huge grin broke across Ron's face and he thrust a handful of cards into Harry's hands. "Check it out."
Wiping his hands on the towel slung over his shoulder, Harry accepted the cards and was surprised to his own face grinning bashfully up at him. "What's going on?" He flipped to the next card and saw Ron's face beaming up at him. The next cards showed Hermionie carrying a stack of books, Ginny with a broom, Neville looking surprised and Luna looking, well, like Luna.
Harry looked at Ron with incredulous puzzlement. "We have our own cards?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah. I was eating some on my way home to tide me over til dinner. I found Hermionie's card first, then Neville's. When I found mine," his grin grew wider, "I was blown away."
He gave Harry a misty smile. "My own Chocolate Frog card. Definitely my finest hour, mate."
Harry looked down at the cards, then back at Ron and laughed. Save the world and get your own Chocolate Frog card? Why not?
Author's notes: After the publication of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K. Rowling gave interviews about what happened after (among others). She mentioned how Harry and his friends get their own Chocolate Frog cards after a while, and Ron called it his "finest hour." Hence, this short fic. Hope you like it. Crossposted to my deviantart account. Harry Potter and everything in it belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am but a fan.