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The Glory of Living
Wrote for Day 2 of 365 Days of Drabbles challenge on HPFC
Prompt: Glory
Word count: 152
Glory. He had never liked the word. It wasn't what he wanted. Yes, he wanted to succeed, but he never asked for fame. He never asked for the reporters to follow him around after the war.
In many ways, everything was perfect now. He had a house and a wife. He had two sons and a newborn baby girl, but the glory of the war was like a scar, reminding him every day of what the world expected from him.
He didn't want to be the Boy-Who-Lived, he just wanted the be Harry.
The sun was just beginning to peek through the windows when he heard little footsteps coming down the stairs. Harry turned around to see the four-year-old James Sirius rubbing his eyes. Harry smiled at his son.
The war was over. They had won.
Now, was a time for the glory of simply living.