Freedom's Not So Free
Epilogue: We Are II
by Batsutousai/Katmon

Beta: Unbetaed, cause I got sick of waiting for my beta to 'get around to betaing', so it's up now.
Summary: Defeating the Dark Lord was supposed to free the wizarding world. Defeating the Dark Lord was supposed to free the saviour. There's always a price, and someone's got to pay.
Disclaim Her: I know this might shock you, but I really don't own Harry Potter. The song, "We Are" is by Ana, so, nope, don't own that, either. Don't really own this idea, either, as I've read other fics akin to it…
Warnings: Character death.
A/N: Me no kill Harry? Wanna bet-cackles evilly-

'What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We' ve never been so many
And we've never been so alone... so alone'

-from "We Are" by Ana

'I once knew a man who was just that, a man. He cried and loved and bled, just like every other man I've ever met. He hated it when someone tried to do something for him, but he'd let them do it "Just this once" every time. His temper was legendary. Any who knew of it feared him, especcially when they added in the knowledge that he was so unpredictable, it just wasn't funny.

'This man's name was once Harry James Potter. He saved our world, was hated for his strength, and turned to the Muggle world for anomonity.

'I knew this man as Lysander James Evans. I knew him as a Muggle, a co-worker, and, occasionally, I knew him as a friend.

'But, above all, I knew this man as a man. Nothing more, nothing less.

'So, let's set the record straight. Harry Potter was short, lanky, a bastard, had a hell of a temper, and was human. Just like me. Just like you.

'Remember him like that.'

Nixie Waldo sat back and smiled at the beginning of her book. The 'first accurate description of him', Headmistress Ginevra had called it when she'd mentioned it in the older witch's last firecall.

Lysander had died that day. That last run-in with Voldemort. He'd been the last man standing. But, after giving them one last smile, he'd crumpled on top of the other wizard.

The Death Eaters may have died with their Lord, but so had the man who'd lived to protect the wizarding world his whole life.

A life of slavery.

Nixie ran a hand through her hair and took a sip of tea before getting back to work.

'Let me tell you the truth about Harry Potter. Let me tell you the truth about the man behind the legend.

'Let me tell you, about Lysander Harry James Evans Malfoy, the Man-Who-Lived.'

A/N: I loved writing this fic. It was different for me(not HP/LV, don't you know), and that made it so very special to me and, hopefully, to you as well.

Sadly, however, like most things, this has now ended.
I need the time I'd been spending on this to work on my other works. But, mind you, I'm proud of this fic.

Thank you to everyone, for your support. I can't tell you how much it meant to me.

I hope everyone enjoyed it and continues to do so.

Batsutousai
(P.S. - Sorry this was so short, but I couldn't bring myself to make it any longer. -apologetic bow- Forgive me. If I get enough ideas, I might write a one-shot of Nixie's book, though. If I do, of course, it won't be for quite a while. I'll post a note to the end of this fic if it happens.)