HELLO PEOPLE! Okay, so I understand the ending sucks really bad, so the beautiful, wonderful, amazing, super-stupendous Overland Haddock wrote this alternate ending!

Disclaimer: I didn't write most of this, it's Overland Haddock :D I just edited. plus, neither of us own HTTYD or ROTG.

Jack didn't think of anything special when he woke up one morning. His heart ached dully and his eyes welled with tears at the thought of the person he shared the room with. Today was the two year anniversary that he hadn't seen Henry, two years since he was drafted, two years since he'd seen or heard of his precious Henry. His finger yearned for him, and his image was perfectly preserved in his mind.

Emelia was already up, starting on the rosemary bread she was making. Jack deftly helped her, his eyes glazed over, his body working by muscle-memory. Emelia looked at her brother worriedly, she knew what day it was and felt her brother's pain. She shoved the dough into the brick oven, and hugged her brother tightly. Jack hugged her back, in the same way he did everything now: blankly.

Henry's father walked into the kitchen, his eyes sad as he spotted the two children he took in as his own. He gathered them up in his arms automatically without uttering a word.

The hug broke, and Jack sniffed loudly. He wasn't crying because he promised himself that he would stay strong for Emelia, who looked up to him, and Henry's father, who counted on him to take care of them now. But mostly, he was being strong for Henry, awaiting his return as if he was a faithful spouse.

"I believe the post is here," Emelia said, pointing towards the front of the house. Jack nodded numbly.

Jack went to go retrieve any mail that was placed upon the front porch. He picked up the letters, two to be exact. One was addressed to Henry's father. Though, the other was, in it's usual beautiful hand writing, addressed to the three of them. 'To Jackson, Emelia, and Stephen Haddock,' it said. And the first name that popped into Jack's mind was, 'Henry.'

Jack came into the kitchen with an anxious look upon his face. "Jack," Emelia said acknowledging her brother. "What's wrong?" Jack handed the first letter to Henry's father, who immediately opened it. "What does it say?" Emelia questioned with anxiety.

"Dear Mr. Haddock," He answered, starting to read the letter. "We are pleased to inform you that your son is doing well. In a fierce and harsh battle against some Germans, he got shot in the leg. Henry was immediately taken to the medical tent. We then sent him to the hospital of some of our allies to have his left leg removed. He has gotten to the need of what we call 'prosthesis,' meaning he is to be given a metal replica to replace his leg. We are to inform you that everything is paid, and taken care of. From the surgery to the therapy, it's all taken care of. Henry has already gone through two months of therapy and is in need to two more. We assure and guarantee that he shall be deployed and shall arrive safely back to you by Christmas Eve. Sincerely, Gen. K. Pitchneir."

"Now what does yours say, Jack?" Emelia questioned, facing her brother whom sighed as he began reading.

"Dear Jack," He replied. "How is everything at home? Is Emelia still the adorable little sister you adore? Is Father still smiling every morning? Are you still a devoted, hard working young man? If so, I'm happy. I haven't been able to write because I've been extremely busy. From everything that I've gone through, I haven't found time. I hope you can forgive me for that. I've spent the last two months getting used to the metal piece of junk, that is supposed to play the role of my leg, for the rest of my living days. I've heard every word they've spoken, Jack. The doctors, nurses, even the soldiers that bring other unfortunate beings and come to check up on me. I can sum up everything in one, single, hope-filled sentence: 'I'm going home.'

Of course, after I learn how to walk again. Do you know my attitude towards all this? I'm overjoyed! This means I will be able to see you again! It means I will be able to wake up to the smell of your delicious rosemary bread. It means we'll all be together this year for Christmas! Oh Jack, I'm just too thrilled! I do hope that you all stay strong. I love you all and shall see you before you all know it. Sincerely, Henry H. Haddock."

"H?" Emelia questioned. "What does that stand for?"

"It's Henry's middle name," Henry's father replied.

"Which is?" Jack urged.

"Hamish," Stephen answered. "It's Hamish."

2 Months Later ~ Christmas Eve ~

Emelia sat impatiently by the window. Jack said that he was going out to get some carrots and cabbage for the soup they were having for dinner and he had been gone for an hour. Emelia gasped as she saw an army van pull up, Henry stepping out from the back of the vehicle.

"He's home Mr. Haddock!" She cheered. "Henry's home!" The two then went out to greet the returning hero.

"Henry!" Emelia cheered as she ran up and wrapped her arms around the male.

Henry chuckled. "It's great to see you too, Emelia." He then returned the hug. He looked up and saw a smile glued onto his dad's face, it was warm and welcoming. And he gladly accepted the hug that followed. When they broke away, Henry wiped his eyes from the tears that secretly fell as he was within the embrace.

"Merry Christmas son," Stephen said as he continued to smile.

"Thanks dad," Henry replied. The trio then went back inside.

Jack came back ten minutes later to see coats hung on the coat rack. 'They must've gone outside for a bit,' he thought as he continued to walk through the house into the kitchen. He saw that Emelia was cautiously cutting the second loaf of bread as Mr. Haddock cut the first loaf beside her. Chuckling, Jack turned around and went upstairs. He stopped cautiously as he saw that the door to Henry's room was open. He entered and gasped.

There, striping himself of his army attire, was the boy which made Jack whole. It was the boy whom Jack loved till the end of time. It was the boy that seemed to make everything come alive. What he did, what he said, everything, came alive. It was Henry.

Henry turned, yet he stopped. He dropped his army jacket and looked as calmly as possible at Jack without throwing his arms around the other male's neck.

"I'm certainly glad to see you again," Jack said as he stood there in complete amazement.

"I'm certainly glad to see you," Henry replied. Jack then ran to Henry into a long, well needed embrace. They were finally together again. And it was the best Christmas present, they had ever received that year.

TA DA!

I hope you liked it!

~The End~