My first attempt at a drabble. I guess this is considered a drabble. But it's for the Coldplay Challenge again, posted by Allie Caulfield at the Harry Poter Fanfiction Challenge forum. The Coldplay song that inspired it was The Hardest Part

He didn't take place in the war.

He didn't fire curses at anyone.

But neither did he jump to anyone's rescue.

Instead he ran between the curses and the bodies, terrified and alone.

He cowered when the Death Eater had cornered him, failing to recognize who he was.

He honestly thought he was going to die in that moment, as foolish as it seemed. The Death Eater would surely have realized who he was…

And when it was all over, he sat with his parents, watching the other side cry over their dead, knowing he had no right to be there. He had no right to associate himself with people such as the Weasleys, who were stronger now, united in their grief over a deceased son, brother, friend.

He had no right to claim to know Granger, who sat holding Ron Weasley's hand, consoling him.

And he certainly had no right to be in the same room as Harry Potter. The Boy Who Saved Them All.

No. He hadn't helped at all.

He hadn't given anything to either side.

He'd just been a nuisance to those who were giving it their all.

And as he held his newborn son in his arms, he knew that he'd have to tell him someday about how his father hadn't fought in the Battle of Hogwarts.

And when his son asked why, he would hesitate before replying, "Because, I was a coward."

And that was the hardest part.