BILL WEASLEY / STEVE ROGERS

There was once a man of rich, red hair. Oldest of seven, respected by all. He wanted to help, that was it, for his family was poor and he was only glad to aid his humble father and his tired mum. That sounds like the story of a modern-day fairytale, does it not? But he had a gift, a gift of magic, and by the time he was seventeen, he was a Curse Breaker at the wizard bank of Gringotts. He worked with goblins at the brinks of Egypt, and was a very patient man for being so. When he was defending his home – Hogwarts, it was his school, it was where he grew up from a boy to a man – his face was marred by a werewolf with the name of Fenrir Greyback. His senses were heightened and he had a strange desire to eat raw meat, but he found love with pretty blue eyes. He was happy.

In another time, in another world, really, there was a little boy with bright, blonde hair. He wasn't all that much to look at really, but he had a big heart, that's what they always told him. That's what matters the most, that's what they always told him. But he felt as if he was too weak to make the difference he wanted to make. He drank a Super Soldier serum to aid himself, and eventually he started to build his reputation and go up the ranks in the army. But his plane fell and he was stuck in a glacier, and seventy years later he finds himself called a legend, a hero. He was glad. It meant that he fulfilled his duty to his nation in his own way, even if he had some help.

Their names were Bill Weasley and Steve Rogers, one was a wizard and the other a superhero, but they both were influenced by some outside force, always glad to help, always joyous, always patient. They also had blue eyes.

Those eyes that always seemed to shine.

"Elysium. That's what it's all about. That's the place for heroes."