A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #8 Extinct Languages: Task #1. Latin - Latin is by far the most well-known dead language. Though it has been considered a dead language for centuries, it is still taught in school as an important way to understand many languages. - Task: Write about something or someone being well known.

Writing Club November

Disney Challenge: characters – 5 - Micheal Moscovitz - Write about someone feeling like they've been forgotten.

Liza's Loves: 9 - George Orwell - Write a Dystopian!AU. Alt: Write about being watched

Angel's Archives: 5 - Corduroy by Don Freeman - write about someone searching for something, only to discover something else

Scamander's Case: Ukrainian Irontail - (prompt) write about someone destructive

Lyric Alley 8 - I guess this just got kinda drastic

Word Count: 350

It started small, if we were being honest. A party here and there, most were thrown in his honor. How could anyone refuse such an affair? I'm not sure when things started to change. It might have been the night the new memorial was unveiled, or the night of the awards ceremony. Suddenly he wasn't in the center of attention anymore.

The war was won and the attention started shifting to those left behind, those who had lost everything. They no longer needed a savior to worship, they needed someone to pick up the pieces and start to rebuild our world. He was still a symbol of the war, of us winning, but time has a way of making things, especially fame, fade.

There were new celebrities to photograph, to write nasty rumors about, he was yesterday's news as far as the press was concerned. As much as he kept promising me a quiet life out of the spotlight, he seemed to hate being sidelined. He really did try to make things work. He got a job as an auror. I hoped, maybe that would be enough danger in his life. I was wrong.

I think it was when my career took off that sent him off the deep end. For once, I was the one in the spotlight, a star that shined brightly as my name became a household name, especially if the family knew anything about Quidditch.

I guess he couldn't take me being famous when he wasn't. Suddenly his face was plastered across every magazine, every newspaper. The Boy Who Lived lives again! Some of his stunts were stupid, barely worth thinking about, I just dismissed them as him just letting off steam, but he started doing bigger, more dangerous things.

He never told us what he was planning to do, just left us to read about his exploits in the Daily Prophet. I think he liked the element of surprise. I wasn't surprised when I received word he was in St. Mungo's unlikely to survive the night. That's what happens when you fight a manicore alone.