Disclamer - I do not own Faithe or Xel. And this is entirely different than Rubime Reincarnated puts the end of the fifth book.
I hope you enjoy it.
-The Heart Break of Death-
Harry was utterly confused. He knew exactly what had just happened, but his mind kept fogging up when he'd look back at the memory. He obviously did not want to except the death of his godparents. He sat on his bed and put his face in his hands. He wished desperately to see his godparents again. Without them...he was alone...and alone he would stay. He pulled a photo album out from under his bed, At least have memories...he thought with a sigh. This album was particularly big, and on the cover, in grean glitter letts it said, "I know you're going through a lot, but I'm here for you and I always will be. Love Faithe".
How could he have forgotten? Faithe was his godparents daughter; she was his sister! It wasn't only her, but Ron and Hermione and the Order were there for him...how could he think he had no one....
He opened the book and saw pictures from when they were at Grimmauld Place. He, Xel, Sirius, and Faithe all playing and laughing together. We were a real family....He thought, we were....Suddenly a lump formed in his throat and his eyes began to water. Harry fell back onto the bed and strained not to cry; the last thing he needed was to be crying and have someone come in and see him crying. He closed his eyes as tight as he gould, little tears came out, but mostly he stopped himself from sobbing.
A moment later, Harry heard the door squeak; he turned his head slightly and stared at the figure in the way. It was Faithe. Her eyes glistened with tears and she was staring at the floor.
"Ron told me you were up here..." She whispered, her voice cracking. Harry sat bolt up and walked over to her.
"Are you okay, Faithe?" He asked her as gently as possible. She didn't speak, just fell forward to hug him and started to sob. Harry pat her on the back and shushed her, slowly. She moved away from his slightly and they walked to his bed.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, this is all my fault," She sighed, Harry glared down at her. "If I hadn't suggest that we actually go to the Department-"
"Do not take the blame for this." Harry said loudly and firmly. He really didn't want to interrupt her, but she was being ignorant.
"But-"
"Faithe, I would've gone, whether you protested or not. You know that, don't try and make this a self-pity thing; none of us are at fault." Harry replayed the words in his head, "none of us are at fault"...he didn't believe when anyone else said it, not even Dumbledore. He'd finally realized that this was something that had to happen.
"Well, I guess you're right...and if we hadn't gone...Voldemort would still be able tot get the profecy and the world wouldn't know he was back...but still..." Harry put his arms around her and rocked. This was true, but he didnt' want to except it either.
For about ten minutes they sat there, together. Both thinking about what they had lost. Harry still wasn't over his own parents death, now he had to get over his godparents. At least he would be able to comfort Faithe, make sure she was okay. And they both knew, no matter what happens, they would be reunited again.
-The End-