Disclaimer: I own nothing. The chocolate does things to my head. Blame the chocolate.
Dedication: Dedicated to everyone who wished me happy birthday last Friday - you're all legends! Oh and dedicated to the line, because it has returned!
Legend.
The word holds many meanings.
Legend.
That's what he was. A Legend.
The one who defeated the dark lord and all that jazz. The one that brought the wizarding world out of the fear that had been thrust on them.
Ask any stranger, and they'll tell you a legend is not real. It's something made up to impress little children.
Yet they called him a legend.
Slapping him on his back after a newly won quiddich game, hugging him before a triwizarding task, and holding his hand when he lost someone, he was a legend before all. Too great to comprehend, to do such things when he was so small. A Legend.
But what was legend to the legend of many?
To Harry, a legend was not one thing. A legend was spread over many things. A Legend was Ginny, when she fell asleep in his arms. A legend was Sirius's laugh ringing around a room, making everybody laugh just because they could. Legend was the feeling of euphoria after winning a quiddich match. A legend was kissing Ginny in front of everyone, because he knew he could finally show everyone (including her) how he felt. A legend was his friends fighting beside him, knowing they'd help him no matter what.
And what was a legend to them?
Ron could round it down to a few things. Hermione was a legend when she helped them with homework. Harry was a legend for the great things he did. A legend was saving a goal on the quiddich pitch in front of a huge cheering crowd. A legend was the feeling that you got while fighting, like you were important and that for once you really mattered.
To Hermione a legend was not one of those things she'd reference a text book for. When she was little legends were full of dragons, and handsome men, although that was all real life now. All of it. A legend to Hermione was her friends and the way that they'd always believe in her. A legend was holding her breath as her friends were out on the quiddich pitch. And a legend was imagining Ron telling her he loved her, and then actually living that dream.
Legend.
He was branded with it. His friends were branded with it.
But to them it was different.
To them, a legend was life. To them a legend was each other.
Legend.
A/N: What do you think? If you review, you're a legend!
