My Hero is You

You know I try to be,
All that I can.
But there's a part of me,
I still don't understand.
Why do I always want,
What I don't have.
When in reality,
It's really not that bad.

Your faith has shown me that.

When my world goes crazy,
You won't let go.
When the ground gets shaky,
You kept me hope.
When I try to push you away,
You never move.

Now when I start doubtin',
You help me see.
You believe there ain't nothing I can't do.
My hero is you.
yeah
My hero is you.

Harry was facing him. He was finally facing the tormentor of his mind, the killer of those most dear, and the one most feared by all. Voldemort. All he was armed with was Godric’s sword, his wand, and the hope to make it through. He had someone waiting for him, though she didn’t know it yet. A bushy-headed witch had given him the courage to face this monster and be rid of him for once and for all.

When all was said and done, the fall of Tom Marvolo Riddle was simple. Being such a dark and evil wizard, the one emotion that he, nor Harry, really understood was love. That is until Harry met Hermione, and began to continuously use that very same emotion against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Harry defeated the darkest monstrosity since Grindelwald with one spell, nevermind that the spell wasn’t spoken. It was the effect of the spell that let all who saw it know it’s contents. A bright, neon green light, almost similar to the Killing Curse, though brighter, hit Riddle before he knew what was happening. The effect was his immediate death, without a single word uttered in that final breath.

Seeing his enemy dead, Harry collapsed from the toll that spell took. His last thought before the calm blackness was ‘He’s dead. Hermione will finally have a normal life.’

Waking up three days later, the raven-haired wizard found himself in the Hospital Wing with the reason for his victory dozing in the chair next to the bed. Harry silently watched her sleep peacefully, knowing that while there would still be other Death Eaters to try and replace Riddle, the worst of the war had past and he wouldn’t have to constantly look over his shoulder anymore.

Harry also marveled at how much she meant to him. How much stronger than he, she seemed. She was always the rational one, the cool and collected one, and the one who stood by him no matter what was going on around him. Sixth Year proved to be a mistake at normalcy for the both of them, and as a result, they lost a Headmaster, a mentor, and a friend. Harry only hoped he could be as strong as she was, that he could tell her how he defeated Voldemort, and why.

But now, she was starting to wake up, and he had to tell her the good news.