Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Naruto, Flame of Recca, and pretty much everything does not belong to me, but belong to their authors. I wish I could own these, but it seems the world is as cruel as it has always been

Omake, A Moment's Reprieve

The sun had fallen over the horizon for hours now. The sky was crying its eternal tears; the rain fell hard and lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the dark sky.

The cold wind blew through the open window and the window drapes flew apart, dancing to a silent, mournful tune.

A lone figure stood at the end of the hallway, looking sadly at the articulate and beautifully crafted Victorian styled door in front of her.

She sighed as she heard weeping and moans of disgust behind the door.

The day bad been a normal one, but turned out to be anything but normal. Celine and Harry had started out their new training routine, working on teamwork, aim, smithing, and a myriad of other things.

It had been in the afternoon that Harry and Celine had been called for a mission. It had been a simple mission for them, as they had together overcome many other horrors that they had faced in the last few years.

The mission was to get into a muggle museum, destroy the Ring of Caernaether, the last necromancer with archmage powers, and get out.

It should have been simple to get past muggle security, as they could easily move into and out of the shadows as they had been taught to almost since birth. They got to the beautiful ring in less then ten minutes and magically obliterated the deadly ring before security could even be warned of intrusion, but there must have been some kind of magical warning set up by the Ministry, since it was a highly dangerous artifact.

The problem appeared when security guards stormed through the entrance with their pistols held up, cocked and ready to fire. They had filed into the room and all pointed their weapons at the pair of eight-year-olds.

Harry and Celine had no way to escape, and even Assassins could not read the path of that many bullets. Because this was supposed to be a fast stealthy mission, so they carried no weapons, and went in quick and fast.

Thinking quickly, they dashed towards the doorway, knocking aside the guardsmen while running full speed for their exit. The last guard, who had just come in, however, was a rather… round person… and could not be hit away as he was still within the hallway past the door.

Making a quick decision, Harry had had to kill him to save himself and Celine from a hail of bullets. Because he had no weapons, he had no choice but to pull his hand into a claw-like form, and jab.

The jab went right through the guard, more specifically, directly through the poor man's heart.

With the mission over, they quickly used whatever adrenaline they had left and ran hard and fast back to the Mansion.

Back at the mansion, the adrenaline had passed off and Harry looked at his hands, hands that were covered in crimson blood, and opened his grasped hands. A squished heart lay on Harry's palm, still squirting blood and spasming.

Harry stared at his hands in horror.

He felt his chest restrict as he realized what he had done.

He had taken a human life.

For a minute, he just stared at both his bloody hands, and Celine stood beside him, eyes wide with horror and disgust.

Harry started trembling with fear and looked to Celine with hollow, deathly pale green eyes. His eyes started to water when he saw the look on his childhood friend's face.

He choked a sob into the tense, airless atmosphere and quickly ran to his room, where he broke down on his bed and wept.

Celine had recovered five minutes after the event, and still trembling, she knew that it was up to her to draw Harry out of his misery.

Celine just stood at the door, hearing wreaking sobs flow out of the door. Knowing that she was still recovering from the atrocious event, she went to comfort her only friend.

Opening the door, she saw Harry kneeled at his bed, trembling from overwhelming guilt as he stared with hollow and lost eyes at his bloody hands.

Celine just watched him, not knowing particularly what to do, she did what her child like instinct told her, she knelt down beside him and wrapped him in her arms and cried herself to sleep with him in her arms.

The next day, Celine had woken up in Harry's bed with sunlight shining in her eyes. Squinting quickly, she noticed that she was in her partner's bed, and the events of yesterday came crashing back onto her like a wave.

Still feeling the horror, she ran to where Harry had often sat when he was sad. His favorite place, the roof.

She sensed the crying even as she was running up. She could feel the heart of the boy who she spent her entire life with, tearing away and beating itself.

Celine knew that there was only one thing that could help uproot this horrible pit of guilt she had once felt before, in which Harry had helped her out of.

Quickly stopping by her room to grab her beautifully crafted, pure silver, ornate flute, she dashed to the music room and picked up Harry's violin.

As she arrived on the roof, she saw Harry sitting down on the roof, staring out to the sunrise.

Celine's soft feet made no noise as she came up to Harry, set his violin before him, and quickly put the delicate flute that had accompanied her all her life together with the care and grace of a mother with her child.

Harry snapped out of his trance as he saw his violin laid before him, and looked up to see Celine smiling sadly next to him. His hollow eyes saw his violin… he unpacked his violin and smiled softly as he raised the instrument to his chin.

Touching the strings of the violin, his head was suddenly clouded by mournful melodies of music, yearning to be released. He bent down slowly to pick up his bow; a hand carved bow, strung with the horsetails of Pegasus, and crafted by famed violin virtuoso, Vivaldi.

Taking the bow, he positioned it over the strings, and began to release his emotions into the violin, playing long and mournful notes. His bow tipped delicately as he pushed and drew his bow. The music resonated within his soul, the music coming out long and drawn out, almost like the sound of crying as he vibrated his fingers on the neck of the violin.

Celine smiled lightly as she saw Harry playing the heartbreaking and disheartening melody straight from his soul. She had seen Harry in this state many times, where he had been lost in his music, like he had created a dimension of his own.

She watched as he drew the bow back and forth. The notes were no longer clear and decisive pitches of music, but long and drawn out cries of sadness. His heart was bleeding.

Celine smiled as she stepped up beside him, brought her flute up to her mouth, and blew a clear, high, beautiful note on her flute. She saw Harry had snapped out of his reverie and continued to play a quick, light-spirited song.

Harry's rapid sliding of his bow followed her quick cascading notes. No matter how damp or sad the atmosphere, Harry could not control the overwhelming desire to follow Celine.

Standing there, they played for hours, playing fun, light-hearted songs that could only bring a smile to one's face with its light, playful notes of the flute followed by the quick strokes of the violin. They also played sad, mournful songs, consisting of the flute's beautiful, pure, grievous notes followed by the velvety cries of the voice of the violin.

For hours, they stood, seemingly simply playing songs, and both players, without eye contact or any conversation, played as a unified one, with their music, high flawless notes intermingling and twisting with the low velvety register of the violin. They played as one and shared each other's feelings, with each piece, sometimes improvised, sometimes previously constructed, but always, with their fullest emotion.

Finally, the mesmerizing music stopped as Celine took her flute from her mouth and Harry took his violin from his chin.

Through all their playing, they had expressed to each other their feelings that could not possibly be translated into plain words. Emotions they had were too sophisticated, too elaborate for simple words of any language to fully understand.

Through their time on the roof, they had fully come to understand each other; to fully comprehend the emotions each were feeling.

With tears flowing out of his rich, emerald eyes, he stared deeply into Celine's onyx pupils, and set his violin down and hugged her.

They both broke down and cried in each other's arms. Finally falling asleep after an entire day of playing music, their hearts at peace.

End Omake, A Moment's Reprieve

Hihi! It seems I haven't written in a while, but I have had way too much homework to deal with right now. It seems that teachers have this strange habit to have all the homework due on the same day, so due to my procrastinative nature, I don't really have much time right now.

I hope I can start writing again really quickly, and I apologize for this stupidly short update that took a long time to write. I promise I'll start writing again soon, but I hope this will be enough to satisfy your hungers.

Always remember that any kind of flames is always accepted, as only criticism will help anybody improve

'till next time!

Baibai!

R&R