A/N: I wrote this a long time ago during STAR Testing. Anyone who has taken those things knows they last forever and there is tons of time to waste in between tests. It was inspired by one of the passages on the STAR test, it was the GW Tribute by Jane Addams and it basically had the quote below and it inspired this. I just found this in one of my old notebooks and I thought I would post it. :). R&R! Thanks. -Mac

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

Admiration For A Soldier

"I will stand or die for this cause"

Everyone had called him the chosen one. Their savior. He was the boy-who-lived. The boy-who-would-save-them-all. The prophecy had said it was him or Voldemort. He would win, or die. There was a possibility he would die either way. Everyone looked to him to lead them. Him, when he could barely find his own way. He was supposed to show the way to hundreds, thousands. It all seemed very planned out for him. Like he had no choice in the matter. Like he had been thrown into a fight that wasn't his.

It had taken him some time, but he had finally realized what he was fighting for. Not for himself or his life, but for everyone else and their lives. As he got closer to the cause, he began to believe in it. It became his cause. One he would die for. He no longer felt as if he was being forced to fight for it. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't.

The people of this world, his world, needed someone to fight for them. Because if they couldn't fight for themselves, someone needed to stand for them. To make their voices known, heard loud and clear. And he would stand for their cause, his cause. He would stand tall and never back down. Because someone had to, and they looked to him. So yes, if he had to die to do it, he would.

It was no longer about survival. He wasn't fighting to live. Because no matter how valuable his life was supposed to be, he only found the lives of the people he was fighting for valuable. His friends, his peers, the people who had become his family were valuable. Giving them a chance at a better life and future was his only goal. And if he could accomplish that, he had no care for the consequences.

He had taken the cause onto himself. He would fight until he could fight no longer. He would brave exhaustion, injury and death. If only to spare those people he cared for a worse fate. He would do every single thing he could do. He would never give up, he couldn't.

And when he rose up, others rose behind him. They vowed to follow him into the dark, the destruction, the death. Because his strength and confidence made them feel strength and confidence. He gave them hope. And rather than let that hope be extinguished, they would stand beside him. They would fight as long and as hard as he could. They would brave everything beside him. Because he told them he wouldn't give up and they believed him.

Everyone had called him the chosen one. Their savior. He was the boy-who-lived. The boy-who-would-save-them-all. The prophecy had said it was him or Voldemort. He would win, or die trying. There was a possibility he would die either way. Everyone looked to him to lead them. Him, when he could barely find his own way. He was supposed to show the way to hundreds, thousands. And he would not let them down.