"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em." *

Harry just looks at me obliviously, half lethargic and mumbles. "Da…up."

"But beware of greatness, for it can blind you and lead you astray," I say and lift him into my arms. The brat made some more unintelligible sounds and lays his head on my shoulder.

"Don't you dare forget that, brat." I rock him slowly and in minutes the child was asleep.

Greatness is a burden he must bear. But for a few days yet, he can remain an ordinary boy.