A/N Ok so this story is now proabably AU seeing as Deathly Hallows didn't quite turn out as I'd planned, I'd predicted a much bigger Weasley massacre but at least I got one death right! Well here's the last chapter, enjoy!
Chapter Nine
Harry Potter sat, on the floor, his back resting against an empty chair, with an empty house elf wine bottle in his hand. That was just how his life felt - empty. He didn't have a purpose anymore, even all his friends had deserted him, paired off with each other. His worst enemy for six years had stolen his girlfriend from right under his nose and he even knew werewolves who were more popular with the ladies than he was. Well, one werewolf, but that wasn't the point. Harry's thoughts turned to Greyback. The one whose wand had sent Neville to his death. Hit him from behind. Neville couldn't even face his killer. Harry had seen Neville behind the veil, though he still didn't quite know if those who he had seen once more were real. There was only one way to find out.
Harry thought about how easy it would be for him to walk away now, away from everything. Into the Veil Room. Take a step too far. If it was real he would be reunited with his parents again. See all of those who he had lost. Harry smashed the bottle against the floorboards just to see it shatter. The shards of glass summed up what had happened to his life over the past year. His hands moved towards the glass, unsure whether they were about to try and clumsily clear the area, temporarily forgetting his wand, or whether they were simply aiming to press against the fragments, wanting to feel something, anything that wasn't emptiness or loss. As his palms neared the floor the glass suddenly disappeared, Harry blinked twice in confusion before realising that there was someone stood in front of his, holding out a fresh bottle of wine. He looked dubiously at the person who was offering him the drink.
"Give me some credit," she said "I'm not a silly little girl anymore, besides you're not having it all to yourself!" When Harry still didn't look convinced she added "Its clean, I promise." and sat down beside him on the, now clean, floor as he took the wine.
When Harry looked into her eyes he saw something that wasn't there before. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. When she smiled, her eyes didn't quite join in. Harry wondered just how much effect the other night had had on her.
"I'm sorry." he found the best words he could, hoping she'd understand, she did.
"Forgive and forget." she said plainly whilst trying to remember where she had first heard the phrase. She changed the subject and soon an hour had been filled with talking alone.
Harry's stomach rumbled loudly causing his cheeks to tinge pink and regret his choice of skipping the days meals. Romilda only smiled.
"Come on, I'm sure there's plenty left at the feast." she got to her feet and held out her hand to help him up. He reached for it and pulled himself to his feet. She started to pull her hand away from his when he grasped it tighter, it felt nice. She raised an eyebrow but didn't complain as they made their way through the portrait hole an down to the Great Hall for dinner.
A/N Thank you again to those couple of you who reviewed, I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you liked reading it!