Epilogue: The Hero Dies In This One

The Boy Who Lived has finally died.

No one mourns for him as he is buried deep beneath the earth. He lies alone, forgotten and unmoving inside the closed partition, tucked away in that hidden corner. There are no flowers on his grave.

There never are.

Not one single blossom laments the fallen hero. His powers are no longer important or in existence and he is, at this point, a nobody. Oh, yes he is in all history books. He is, in any event, the murderer of Lord Voldemort. However, he is not praised. After all, who would admire a man who was previously called a madman in his youth? Who wanted their hero to be a coward, who killed his opponent in his moment of weakness?

Who would love The Boy Who Lived?

He was not a hero.

Who would love him?

For when The Boy Who Lived died, Harry Potter was born.

La Fin