When all this is over,

We'll be a proper family.

You'll see.

But he never got to see. His godfather had never got to see the end. The end of the suffering. The end of the pain. When it was all over. He never knew he had a godfather for years. And when he knew he felt so happy. It felt like he had family at last. But the happiness went away when he lost a father all over again. He thinks he sees a sad face smiling in the flickering candlelight, a head of curly black hair, but he knows he can never really come back. He looks to the fire, hoping to see that face that had rose up out of the flickering flames so many times. But the fires stay cheerful and leaping. He hates their cheerfulness when just the day before he had lost so much. A hand lands on his back. It's Ginny. But he still stares into the fire. Hoping. Hoping he could see him just one last time.