Author's note: This is a drabble, as in, a story exactly one hundred words long. It was a bloody infernal business making it that length, and I do hope the message got through despite it. Takes place an undefined time period after the events of "The Order of the Phoenix", and contains a spoiler that may be tiny if you don't care much for complexity in J. K. Rowling's world, but may be bloody huge if seen through the right eyes.
Characters and situations of course all owned by J. K. Rowling, the Woman with the Wand.
… But Great
"Headmaster… which House were you in?"
The blue eyes twinkled at him behind the half-moon spectacles, as they had twinkled as far as he could remember, all the way back to the battle at the Ministry.
"Merely taking your life wouldn't satisfy me…"
How the Headmaster fought. Astonishing, heroic, legendary. Great.
"Your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness."
"Harry – what kind of a question is that?"
"Terrible, yes… but great."
And all Harry could think of suddenly was where the difference lay, if indeed there was any such difference.