Hero

Lyrics are in bold

I am so high, I can hear heaven

I am so high, I can hear heaven

He'd come so close to death so many times it wasn't even funny.

Whoa, but heaven...no, heaven don't hear me

He often thought about heaven and hell. When he died, where would he go? Would he go to heaven or had he done too much, seen too much, [a/n Get your mind out of the gutter, people. Geez] killed too much...?

And they say

That a hero could save us

Yes, he was the famous Harry Potter. The 'hero' who conquered the Dark Lord at the age of one. And when that bastard came knocking again, Harry was expected to run to save them all.

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

Yeah, whenever Voldemort showed the slightest hint of showing up, famous Harry Potter was the first to run to the rescue.

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

Well he was sick of it. The moment he graduated from Hogwarts he was gone. Out of there. Done with it all. Let Dumbledore and the rest of them deal with it. He was hanging on his last nerve just staying there that last year. He would move away to the mountains, change his name, cover up his scar. Harry Potter would be a memory.

Someone told me

Love would all save us

He was hardened by the war. The happy kid who just wanted friends, family, and maybe a date for the ball was gone, replaced by a cold shell. Everyone assumed he wanted to be alone, but that wasn't true. Being alone was empty, lonely. He wanted to be around his friends, pretending everything was normal. He hadn't smiled in weeks.

But, how can that be

Look what love gave us

Love. A strange word. What did it mean to him these days? He didn't know love. Or that's what he told himself.

A world full of killing

And blood spilling

Yes, the world after Voldermort 's rising was terrible. People were killed left and right, the endless slaughter never ending. Everyone was terrified, unable to leave their families or friends for fear that they would never see them again. And he was supposed to end it? He was only seventeen! What happened to his happy life? His friends and everyone around him, once only staring at him because he was famous, now stared at him with pity. Where was the happy world he longed for?

That world never came

He often thought back to his first three years, golden in the sense that Voldermort was still weak, hiding. Not openly killing muggles and wizards.

And they say

That a hero could save us

No more Harry Potter the hero. He was sick of it. Done. Gone.

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

He was leaving. Just one more year of pretending, one more year of fighting, one more year of smiling and pretending everything was ok. He'd already been composing a note. 'I'm done with this. It's your problem now.'

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

He wondered if anyone would miss him, or just panic at the thought of no more Harry Potter to fight the Dark Lord.

Now that the world isn't ending

It's love that I'm sending to you

It's in the love of a hero

And that's why I fear it won't do

Everyone said how smart Hermionie was. She had been the best witch in their year for the six years they had been at Hogwarts. So why couldn't she see what he felt for her? She was blind, he thought. Blind. How could she not see it? Of course there was that whole harsh attitude he projected to the world. Just because he was a speck nicer with her and occasionally smiled at her didn't mean she'd notice.

And they say

That a hero could save us

I'm not gonna stand here and wait

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles

Watch as we all fly away

Maybe Ron and Hermionie would miss him. The Dursley's would probably declare a nationally holiday.

And they're watching us

They're watching us

As we all fly away

Sometimes I wish I could just die...

"Harry?"

Harry was listening to his Spider-man CD on his magical CD player. He could identify with Spider-man. His always seemed so depressed and alone. Especially at the end. Or maybe that was just his take on it.

"Harry?"

Harry took off his headphones and looked up. Hermionie Granger was standing above him with a worried expression.

"Oh, hello Hermionie." He faked cheerfulness. "How are you doing this fine day?"

She only frowned at his fake cheeriness. "I'm fine but that's not what's bothering me. Harry, how are you feeling?"

"Fine I guess," he lied and tried to turn back to his CD.

"No, Harry, you're not fine, and I know it. I'm really worried about you. Ron too. You scowl at him every time he smiles for Merlin's sake.

"Geez, I've really been bitchy lately, haven't I?" Harry grinned, trying to make her smile like she did in the old days.

The old days.

The phrase echoed in his head.

When he smiled too.

Back when...

Before he could fall back into that again, Hermionie interrupted his dark thoughts. "Not that you don't have a reason," she said quickly sitting down next to him. "It's just..." she paused. "I really care about you Harry."

He looked up at her, surprised. "You do?"

"Yes," she smiled at him. "And not just in a best-friend-brother-and-sisterly way. I-"

"I love you too Hermionie." Harry cut her off.

She smiled. "Harry, I-"

He kissed her, cutting her off before she could say another word. And at that moment, Harry Potter was truly happy.

I don't have to leave, he thought. I've got a fantastic life right here.