Chapter 1: He did not deserve to die
I misjudged him from the day I learned that his mother was pregnant. I didn't give him a chance - none of us did.
We all had an image of him: the perfect saviour, a spoilt youth, an insolent brat, the Golden-Boy of Gryffindor, short: The-Boy-Who-Lived.
He was nothing of that - and all. Only, he was not spoilt, not after his parents died.
After his death we learned, that he was anything but spoilt,
his family: neglected and abused him, physically and mentally,
his friends: knew about it but didn't act,
his guardian: watched over him, but did not see,
the press: built up the perfect life everyone wanted their hero to have,
the ministry: ignored any signs he gave them,
the headmaster and the teachers: did not see past his cheerful mask,
and I was the worst off them all: I only saw what I envied in his father.
Year after year I told him how spoilt he was and that he didn't deserve to be pampered in such a way.
He was the only person, who would have deserved it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fifteen years have gone by since that night when Hogwarts fell, the night so many died, the most purest and the most evil wizards of our age included.
Hogwarts is rebuilt, where he died grows a bush of white lilies, they bloom all the year, but every year in a single night they turn blood-red.
The night he died.
We all have fulfilled his legacy, all those who did live after that night.
He asked me to be happy - it was hard at first, changing my behaviour, that I had harboured most of my life.
I'm glad, that he did ask it of me.
I'm finally happy, I married thirteen years ago, my eldest children will star at Hogwarts tomorrow: Virginia Lily and Harold James.
Named after Harry, his love and his parents, all who were killed at the hand of Tom M. Riddle.
Albus is still headmaster - he was left fifteen years ago to watch, to see his students, his friends die.
He is not the same, as he was before - but who is?
I became deputy-headmaster, Minerva died one week after the battle, one hour before Virginia Weasley, Potters fiancé.
Our twins are laughing, demanding, that I tell them all about the houses.
Fifteen years ago, that would have been able to answer the question without hesitation: Huffelpufs were cowards, Rawenclaws were bookworms, Gryffindors were foolish do-goodies and Slytherin... Slytherin was cunning, ambitious and level-headed.
But the last battle had shown him that all these were false prejudges: the Hufflelpuffs had fought without fear, the Ravenclaws left there books and fought with bravery. Slytherins and Gryffindors - enemys since Hogwarts was founded - fought alongside, back to back, neither foolish nor sneaky.
I do not know how I shall answer the question, so I settle on telling them about the war and ist heroes, students I thought, teachers I worked with, parents and aurors, with whom I went to school - and the Death Eaters, who were once my friends.
They are not to young to hear this story, to understand it: they grew up in a world that was slowly repairing itself.
But more important, the youngest students who fought in that battle were not older then Ginny and Harry are now.
Fred and George Weasley opened their joke-shop right after the final battle, together with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, fulfilling Harrys wish: `Marauders Twins and Potter´ , MTW. Not even `Zonko's´is as popular or successful as they are.
We nearly lost the tow Marauders when they learned of Harrys death when they woke up after being in coma for a few weeks. Only the wish to fulfil Harrys last will kept them alive.
No one had known that Harry had made a last will, it was sent to Albus a month after the battle - he had written it right after the Three-Wizards- Tournament in his fourth year.
With fifteen, on his birthday. Already did he know, that he would not survive the final battle.
He had never wanted to be a hero, I understand that now, I understood it, the moment I saw him fall, the moment he gave me more then just my life, my freedom. He is now even more a hero then he was in his life. He is no longer the Boy-Who-Lived, but the Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named- And-Sacrificed-himself-For-Us-All. Or if you want to make it short: Harry Potter the Martyr.
He would hate to be called this, but I have to agree with the rest of the wizarding world: he did sacrifice himself for us, he is a martyr!
Every year since Hogwarts has reopened I will give a speech to the first years, telling them of Harry Potter, telling them that it doesn't matter in which house you are, telling him that it is us, who make the choices and tell us weather we are dark or light wizards. That it doesn't matter, if we are purebloods or muggle born, that we define ourselves by our actions. I tell them about the Slytherins who stayed on the light-side.
And I tell them about a boy named Tom M. Riddle, how similar his life was to that of Harry Potter. But he became dark. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm still one of the most feared teachers, that that will not change - Harry only asked me to be more gentle on Neville Longbottom and children like him. Neville now teaches Herbelogie - he is a good teacher.
Harry Potter send one curse at me during the final battle: he gave me all of his powers, to inherit to my children, he was sure that I would have some.
He was defenceless as he died. I'm now the heir of Slytherin and Gryffindor, not by blood but by magic. I can still not understand, why Harry choose me to carry on the magic of tow of the most powerful wizards that had ever lived - but I appreciate this gift.
I did not notice, that I fell silent and that my two eldest children had left me, so that I might remember all those I lost in that night, the night of the battle Harry Potter died.
I misjudged him from the day I learned that his mother was pregnant. I didn't give him a chance - none of us did.
We all had an image of him: the perfect saviour, a spoilt youth, an insolent brat, the Golden-Boy of Gryffindor, short: The-Boy-Who-Lived.
He was nothing of that - and all. Only, he was not spoilt, not after his parents died.
After his death we learned, that he was anything but spoilt,
his family: neglected and abused him, physically and mentally,
his friends: knew about it but didn't act,
his guardian: watched over him, but did not see,
the press: built up the perfect life everyone wanted their hero to have,
the ministry: ignored any signs he gave them,
the headmaster and the teachers: did not see past his cheerful mask,
and I was the worst off them all: I only saw what I envied in his father.
Year after year I told him how spoilt he was and that he didn't deserve to be pampered in such a way.
He was the only person, who would have deserved it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fifteen years have gone by since that night when Hogwarts fell, the night so many died, the most purest and the most evil wizards of our age included.
Hogwarts is rebuilt, where he died grows a bush of white lilies, they bloom all the year, but every year in a single night they turn blood-red.
The night he died.
We all have fulfilled his legacy, all those who did live after that night.
He asked me to be happy - it was hard at first, changing my behaviour, that I had harboured most of my life.
I'm glad, that he did ask it of me.
I'm finally happy, I married thirteen years ago, my eldest children will star at Hogwarts tomorrow: Virginia Lily and Harold James.
Named after Harry, his love and his parents, all who were killed at the hand of Tom M. Riddle.
Albus is still headmaster - he was left fifteen years ago to watch, to see his students, his friends die.
He is not the same, as he was before - but who is?
I became deputy-headmaster, Minerva died one week after the battle, one hour before Virginia Weasley, Potters fiancé.
Our twins are laughing, demanding, that I tell them all about the houses.
Fifteen years ago, that would have been able to answer the question without hesitation: Huffelpufs were cowards, Rawenclaws were bookworms, Gryffindors were foolish do-goodies and Slytherin... Slytherin was cunning, ambitious and level-headed.
But the last battle had shown him that all these were false prejudges: the Hufflelpuffs had fought without fear, the Ravenclaws left there books and fought with bravery. Slytherins and Gryffindors - enemys since Hogwarts was founded - fought alongside, back to back, neither foolish nor sneaky.
I do not know how I shall answer the question, so I settle on telling them about the war and ist heroes, students I thought, teachers I worked with, parents and aurors, with whom I went to school - and the Death Eaters, who were once my friends.
They are not to young to hear this story, to understand it: they grew up in a world that was slowly repairing itself.
But more important, the youngest students who fought in that battle were not older then Ginny and Harry are now.
Fred and George Weasley opened their joke-shop right after the final battle, together with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, fulfilling Harrys wish: `Marauders Twins and Potter´ , MTW. Not even `Zonko's´is as popular or successful as they are.
We nearly lost the tow Marauders when they learned of Harrys death when they woke up after being in coma for a few weeks. Only the wish to fulfil Harrys last will kept them alive.
No one had known that Harry had made a last will, it was sent to Albus a month after the battle - he had written it right after the Three-Wizards- Tournament in his fourth year.
With fifteen, on his birthday. Already did he know, that he would not survive the final battle.
He had never wanted to be a hero, I understand that now, I understood it, the moment I saw him fall, the moment he gave me more then just my life, my freedom. He is now even more a hero then he was in his life. He is no longer the Boy-Who-Lived, but the Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named- And-Sacrificed-himself-For-Us-All. Or if you want to make it short: Harry Potter the Martyr.
He would hate to be called this, but I have to agree with the rest of the wizarding world: he did sacrifice himself for us, he is a martyr!
Every year since Hogwarts has reopened I will give a speech to the first years, telling them of Harry Potter, telling them that it doesn't matter in which house you are, telling him that it is us, who make the choices and tell us weather we are dark or light wizards. That it doesn't matter, if we are purebloods or muggle born, that we define ourselves by our actions. I tell them about the Slytherins who stayed on the light-side.
And I tell them about a boy named Tom M. Riddle, how similar his life was to that of Harry Potter. But he became dark. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm still one of the most feared teachers, that that will not change - Harry only asked me to be more gentle on Neville Longbottom and children like him. Neville now teaches Herbelogie - he is a good teacher.
Harry Potter send one curse at me during the final battle: he gave me all of his powers, to inherit to my children, he was sure that I would have some.
He was defenceless as he died. I'm now the heir of Slytherin and Gryffindor, not by blood but by magic. I can still not understand, why Harry choose me to carry on the magic of tow of the most powerful wizards that had ever lived - but I appreciate this gift.
I did not notice, that I fell silent and that my two eldest children had left me, so that I might remember all those I lost in that night, the night of the battle Harry Potter died.
