Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: I'll need to do some fast writing tomorrow as today was the Family Picnic day. *sticks tongue out* It was fun while it lasted but I'm so tired now and I didn't get anything story related done today.
This one came from The Prompt Writer.
A different take on the usual Harry.
Harry Potter stood in the open window of the highest tower of Hogwarts watching the wizards and witches clean up after the Final Battle.
If he had been anyone else he would have said it was sad, a pity really, those people down there looked to him as a hero; a naive, tragic little Gryffindor savior forced to kill the big bad Dark Lord so they could live forever in peace.
A smirk curled his lips. They looked to him as their savior; willing to do anything he could ask of them. This was his Kingdom and they were his subjects - a laugh bubbled out his throat - and they didn't even know it.
"Hey Harry, you up there? We should be out there helping." The smirk was gone in an instant, replaced with a haunted, heartbroken sadness seen in many of the eyes of the people below.
"Yeah, Ron, I just needed some time alone to get my bearings. Is Hermione down there already?" Harry asked as he took one last look at the sheep below.
Ron nodded, "Mum's with her ..." Their voices faded as they descended the staircases.
They, the sheep, would never know until it was too late that something infinitely better and worse lurked in their midst.
Fin