AN: SPOILERS FOR HBP. SPOILERS FOR HBP. SPOILERS FOR HBP.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I just went out and bought my own book and read a fanfiction about it. SPOCK ON.

Being a hero is always hard.

But the truth is, sometimes being someone closely intermingled with that same hero can be just as hard.

It's selfish to think that and Ginny knows it's wrong but she really can't help it .Over these years, she's learned. She knows. The hero is always the one in jepoardy, the one people are rooting on, the one with all the pressure. The one considered to be invincible even though everyone knows heroes die eventually.

Heroes are impossible not to love, for they're so brave, so chivalrous and they manage to come out on the top over and over again. They're that dangerous to invest love in because if somehow they sacrifice themselves for one true noble deed, they die. Not in vain but for some important purpose but blood is blood and death is death and no matter the circumstances: they're dead. You're still alive, healthy as ever, wishing that he wasn't the savior, the 'chosen' one.

But it's what attracted her to him in the first place. First year childish crushes which moved onto Tom in the second year, but you didn't really know any better, did you? It was Harry again in the third year but when you hit fourth suddenly.. it wasn't. Because it was evident you were the little sister figure. Ginny Weasley, brothers sister and nothing else. You go onto fifrth year and then suddenly he kisses you in the common room and you're a girl with a childish crush again but this time he made the first move. This time it's okay and all you have to do is kiss him back and live out the fantasies you've had since you first saw him which have only steadily matured just as you have.

Now he says it's over because he loves you too much. Not in those words, not exactly, but you see where he's getting at. Enemies will always attack those closest to your heart and he says he couldn't bear for you to suffer because of him. You try to tell him, convince him, that as long as you're with him, you don't care.

He does. He cares. Too much. Enough. Depends on how you look at it.

It's twisted and it's not fair that you can never be with the one you want to the most because it's a test. You have to love them enough to let them go.

So he let you go.

And now Harry's dead and you're still alive. You were right, because thankfully he didn't die in didn't die because he lost a battle. He died to protect Remus in respect to his fathers' memories and though you're grateful because Remus was a friend of yours, you still can't even stand it. He's dead, he got in the way of a spell meant for someone else. He saved someone but risked his own life and he didn't survive. Now he can remeet with Sirius and Dumbledore and his parents and every fucking person he's ever lost except that means he isn't with the ones still alive. Not Hermione, not Ron, not Remus, not... you.

So there you are, standing tall, alive, healthy as ever, wishing he wasn't the savior, the man pure of heart. Wishing that Harry Potter didn't always always have to do the right thing.

Wishing that he didn't always have to be the hero.