Nobody Mourns a Hero
I have been called many names, freak, useless, worthless. But there is one I can't stand.
Hero.
Yes you heard me.
Hero.
Why? Because nobody mourns a hero.
We heroes are just tools, tools to just be used when the wielder feels like it. To be tossed aside when not needed. We are their tools.
When a hero is broken another innocent, naïve person is eager to take the broken's place. Only to be tossed aside.
A heroes life is a lonely journey. What did we do to deserve such a cruel destiny?
Well guess what?
This is my story and in my story I am nobody's hero.
Because I refuse to be your hero any longer.
Harry's Funeral
Aren't funerals meant to be about saying a last goodbye? Saying goodbye to your loved one?
Well thats a normal funeral.
Are people meant to spit on your grave at your funeral?
Obviously as the 'boy-who-lived' I can never be normal.
Well this is my funeral...
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..."
It was the day of Harry Potter's funeral, a day of anger. Not sadness.
This was the day people spat upon Harry Potter's grave.
"Bastard!"
"Traitor!"
"Hero..."
A word that was whispered quietly but spread for miles. A word that caused chaos. For Harry Potter was seen as a coward, a traitor to the wizarding world. Very few people knew the true story, Harry and Voldemort died together. Both killing the other, but Dumbledore claimed that Harry had gone dark and that he killed both Harry and Voldemort.
I believe we can see who the real traitor is here.
A girl with fiery red hair and eyes sparkling with tears softly called out, "Harry was a hero... You are so naïve to believe Harry Potter would turn to the dark side."
Harry's Point Of View.
Ginny...
I'm sorry... I died without telling you... how much I... I loved you.
I couldn't be the hero... not that time.
For that, I truly am sorry.