A/N: Written for the second round of Mugglenet Fan-Fiction's Brawl. The challenge was to write a drabble incoporating these two lines from the film 27 Dresses:

"I feel like I just found my favorite love song was written about a sandwich."

"No use crying over spilt milk."


"Hi," she said breathlessly, and then cringed. She was talking to her idol at last – the man who had been her hero throughout her entire twenty five years of life – and all she could come up with was hi?

He smiled at her. His eyes were a startling green, contrasting vividly with his colorless, papery skin. "Hello."

She couldn't believe she was actually here, meeting him. Him. Thank Merlin her fiancé had known that he would be seeing off his great-granddaughter at Platform 9 and ¾ today. He hadn't been out in public in ages – if it weren't for today, she might have never gotten another chance to meet him.

"I just wanted to – I've looked up to you for my whole – " Oh, tongue, don't fail me now, she pleaded silently, and after taking a deep breath, she tried again to get a cohesive thought out. "What you did when you were younger was amazing – facing off with Voldemort so many times, always putting your life on the line. . . . I admire you more than I can ever express."

"Thank you," said Harry Potter quietly.

"If you don't mind me questioning – I've just always wondered – how did you ever summon so much courage to do everything that you did? Where did all your bravery and talent and skill come from? What was your secret?"

He was silent for a moment as he considered her, leaning on his cane.

"There was no 'secret' to it all," he told her finally. "I've never pretended to have exceptional talent or bravery. I just did what I felt that I had to do."

She waited a minute, wanting him to say more, but then the train whistled and he said, "I must go say good-bye to my great-granddaughter – it was a pleasure to meet you." Then he disappeared into the crowd (pretty quickly too, for someone with a cane).

"So, you finally met him," said her fiancé as they strolled away.

"Yeah . . ." she said distractedly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just . . . I don't know . . . it felt like such a let-down, what he replied to my question."

"Why? He was being truthful."

"I guess, but – I'd just expected more from him." Her fiancé looked confused, so she tried to rephrase her feelings in an understandable manner. "It's like – I feel like I just found my favorite love song was written about a sandwich."

He laughed. "No use crying over spilt milk." When she didn't laugh, he put his arm around her shoulders. "I know you'd expected more – I thought you might be disappointed after meeting someone you've idolized and perfected for so long in your mind. But you know how you asked him what his 'secret' was – well, I think that's his secret: that there is no secret. That we can all be heroes, if we try."

And they walked the rest of the way off the platform in silence.