Rumors, Fairytales and the Boy-Who-Lived
When he first heard the rumors it was hard to believe. For years after that he
thought that somebody had just made a mistake. After all, how could a little
baby be so special? It was impossible that he had survived on his own, without
any help. Harry Potter wasn't special; he was just a normal little boy who
managed to live. It could have been anyone. It could have been his best friend
Michael, the next-door neighbors' daughter Daisy; it could even have been his
little baby brother Ron, or even his sister Ginny.
The
staircase creaked slightly as he crept down the winding stairs. He bit his lip
nervously hoping that nobody heard the creaking; they never did.
He could hear the whispering and the soft crying coming from the kitchen.
"Arthur, what happened?" his mum whispered, fearing the worse. She
always did fear the worse; good news rarely ever occurred anymore.
"He's gone! You-Know-Who is gone!"
"What? How?"
He could see his mum's eyes widen without actually seeing them, her body shiver
and tense at the mention of the wizard that terrorized everyone. They tried to
keep him from knowing what happened out in the real world: the pain and the
death. His mum and dad would hide the newspaper from him and his brothers at
the breakfast table; would whisper in the shadows when they thought everyone
was asleep. Everybody did as a matter of fact, everyone tried to hide from
their children the dangers of the real world; they were never very successful.
He heard the story that would be a mystery, a fairy tale told to little
children, and would awe even the greatest witches and wizards for years to
come. The story of how the Dark Lord attacked the Potter house to kill the
family but never fulfilling his goal when it came to the baby boy.
"James, Lily Potter? Who are they?" his mom asked in a confused
voice, searching her mind trying to figure out why those names sounded so
familiar. She didn't know it then but those two names would be forever etched
into her and everybody in the wizarding world's memory.
His blue eyes reflected that same confusion. Usually his dad and mum only
whispered in the shadows when it was somebody they knew. Somebody like Aunt
Tilly, Granny, Poppies, the next-door neighbors that lived there a few years
back with their son, Sarah and Mathew- his mum and dad's best friends, even his
older brother that nobody talked about.
"Do you remember that couple that we met at our first meeting with the
Order? The one that you claimed was so cute and in love when they teased one
another?"
He moved further down the steps, hidden in the shadows, trying to see and hear
his parents' conversation better.
"Oh dear. I just saw them in Diagon Alley a few days ago," Molly
answered with sudden recognition, "They looked so happy with that adorable
little baby boy about Ron's age."
Silence filled the room for several minutes. His mother choked back tears,
tears that held the pain from the death of the couple and the happiness that
the war was finally over. "They were so sweet. Why? Why did he go after
them? That little boy- what is his name?"
"It's Harry. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!" his father said no
longer whispering, voice full of happiness, pride, and hope for the future.
Hope that he hadn't heard in his dad's voice in years.
As
he stared down at the young boy, his youngest brother's best friend, he
couldn't help but finally understand why everyone believed that story without a
second thought. The boy with normal, messy black hair, ordinary bright-green
eyes outlined by black-framed glasses, and yet none of those features were
normal or ordinary. It didn't take the scar on his forehead to realize that
this boy had always been special. There was just something about the
Boy-Who-Lived that could make you love him in an instant or fear him without a
second thought.
He could now understand why he was the symbol of love, of hope, and of hatred.
Why Ginny had such a crush on the boy-hero. Why he was the Boy-Who-Lived and
why his best friend Michael, the next door neighbors' daughter Daisy, his
little baby brother Ron, or his sister Ginny could never have been him. Why he
was the next greatest wizard in the making. Why the Dark Lord hated and feared
him. Why he would never be normal.
Why everyone who ever met him would always see him as the Boy-Who- Lived and
nobody would or could ever see him as just being Harry-
"I'm Bill Weasley."
"It's nice to meet you," the Boy-Who-Lived replied.
He glanced at the girl that stood between his brother and the boy-who- lived.
The girl his brother blushed and talked about constantly with irritation and
adoration. He watched as she glanced at Harry, and he glanced back. At that
very moment he felt very sorry for his brother. At that very moment he knew
that he was wrong about one thing- somebody out there did see Harry Potter as
Harry and not the Boy-Who-Lived.
"You must be Hermione Granger," he said softly, "It's a pleasure
to finally meet you."
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I know a lot of you are thinking that this is HP/HG story but it isn't! The
line 'At that very moment he felt very sorry for his brother. At that very
moment he knew that he was wrong about one thing- somebody out there did see
Harry Potter as Harry and not the Boy-Who-Lived' that was merely stating
that Ron had to worry and probably suck up to Harry because Hermione would
never be with him if Harry didn't approve of the relationship because he was
practically a brother to her. ~ I hope you understand what I am talking about….
*This was reposted for grammar errors* This is the only thing that I am writing for this story; there will be no other chapters. I may eventually decide to put up another chapter in the very far away future. However, for right now this all there is for Rumors, Fairytales, and the Boy-Who-Lived.
* I am also looking for a beta reader. If you would like to beta read for me please email me at sakrchan@yahoo.com
Also, if you are interested in a new fanfiction.net account please email me! I have three accounts (two of them I never used and only created because I was thinking about changing my name and didn't realize I could do that under the settings) I really don't want to waste anymore of Fanfiction.net's space then I need to so I'm trying to give them to somebody who will use them. If you are interested email me!
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