"Hero" is (c) its authors and in performed by Scott Kroeger of Nickleback and Josie Scott of Saliva. It can be found on the original motion picture soundtrack to the movie "Spiderman." As usual, all the normal disclaimers apply. Characters and Settings (c) J.K.Rowling, save the ones you don't know. Slash content, blah blah blah, you know the drill. And without further ado... on with the show.
Hero
I am so high, I can hear Heaven...
Sitting up here, it's amazing how clear the night is, or how far you can see. As I look up to the night sky, I would almost swear I can see angels hiding behind the sparse clouds. I close my eyes and I can almost hear them singing. I've been coming up here to the Astronomy tower every night for the past few months, and looking over the edge, it amazes me how high up I really am.
I am so high, I can hear Heaven...
The nights have been rather cold, but, inside, I feel so much colder. Numb to the world around me, I feel at one with the world here, at one with myself. The twisted longings in my brain seem to ease, if only for a few hours. Some nights, I whisper to the angels above me playing in the clouds, to ease my pain, to ease this horrible suffering that burns through my heart, mind, and body. No matter how hard I pray, no ease ever comes. I am beginning to think that the ground below me may not really be that far away.
Whoa, but Heaven...
No, Heaven don't hear me...
About a week ago, I was up here, and I could see them below. So blissful, making love in the frosty rose garden below. Of course, they had no idea that they were being watched, just the two of them. I hated her more than ever then, hated both of them really. They looked so happy, so warm, the heat from their bodies and their lustful act to keep them warm against the frozen night. The bitter cold has become the only friend that my cold, lonely heart knows now adays.
And they say ,
That a hero could save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait...
He was once my hero, the only one who could save me from anything that came along. And now, as I sit up here, knowing that he's there with her, I hate him. I hate him for forgetting me. I hate him for loving her. I hate him for letting me fall as far as I have. He was the one who was always supposed to be there to catch me when I fell. He was my Superman, my one chance at a life better than I have. And now... that's all gone. I suppose that's the problem with heroes. Sooner or later you come to depend on them, and then, one day they stop showing up when they're supposed to.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles,
Watch as we all fly away.
I wonder if I reached for those clouds, and jumped from that ledge, if maybe, just maybe I would be able to fly away from this. Like some great bird flying from it's nest as it burned to the ground. I wonder if those Angels I see playing hide and seek in the clouds would catch me and take me in. If they would love me the way I've always been told I deserve.
Someone told me,
Love would all save us...
But, how can that be?
Look what love gave us...
I've always believed that when nothing else could help, love would one day save me. Keep me from being alone and make everything alright, no matter how bad things really were. Now as I look at where I am right now, All I know is that love is nothing but pain. An exquisite spell, sharper than any razor, more powerful than any curse, and more deadly than any torture known to Wizard or Muggle kind. It can destroy whole civilizations, or give birth to new ones. Love is the most powerful thing on this planet, whether used for good or evil, or none at all. I always thought that a life without knowing love would not be a life I want to live, but now that I know how love feels, I'm beginning to think that I'd rather live without it.
A world full of killing,
And blood spilling..
My world never came...
I'll never forget, one night in sixth year, I woke up to the sound of him crying. When I looked over, he was curled up on his bed and he looked so fragile, so alone. I went to him and gently laid my hand on his shoulder. When he looked at me, those eyes, they were so sad. I held him so close to me that night, and gently rocked him, rubbing his back. He asked me that night to protect him, to save him from all the death that surrounded his life. I promised him. I promised him I would. It's funny how easily people can forget things like that. I thought... that night... that I was a hero, if only for that short period of time, and that he'd never forget it. I was wrong. Now that the death surrounding his life has seemed to end, I have nothing for him. Nothing whatsoever.
Now that the world isn't ending,
It's love that I'm sending to you...
It isn't the love of a hero...
And that's why I fear it won't do.
The stars are bright tonight, the clouds have all cleared. I wonder where the angels go when the clouds disappear...
And they're watching us...
Do you think they still see me? Do you think they can hear me when I speak to them?
They're watching us...
Do you think they'll catch me if I fall?
As we all fly away...
Falling Forever,
Ron Weasley