Author's Note: This chapter is supposed to be shorter than the others because it is just a small epilogue. If anyone has any ideas for a prequel, or actually wants to write one as a challenge, or work on it with me, please send me an e-mail at abaratta(at sign)qaa.qc.ca. I will respond as soon as possible.

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Fading Fast

Chapter Ten

Faded

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Harry's slight vision began to spin, and a sudden spiralling feeling was felt throughout his body. Everything went black, and a thump was heard as Harry hit the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, then growing wider at the sight. He could see! Not faded and blurry like it had been before, but clear and perfect. He could actually see! It felt good to finally be seeing what was going on, rather than being confused as the world revolved without him.

Once his feeling of surprise was over, he took at good look at his surroundings. It looked to be a large forest, with tons of trees and flowers taking up most of the area. There were small cottages behind the trees, all of them covered in vines and roses. The place was stunningly beautiful. Harry knew this couldn't be true; he knew that he was just dreaming or unconscious.

"Excuse me, young man?" came a voice, suddenly.

Harry jumped slightly and spun around to find himself facing an old man. The man smiled warmly, a pleasant look on his face.

"May I help you?" the man asked, "you look lost."

"Um..." Harry started, not knowing what to say, "Where am I?"

"You're in heaven, young man." (A/N: I'm Atheist, but alot of people aren't, so I made there be a "heaven".

Shock covered Harry's features.

"Heaven?"

The man chuckled slightly.

"Yes. Did you not remember dying?"

Harry immediately knew that it was because of his illness. His face saddened visibly.

"Now, don't cry..." the man began.

Harry couldn't help crying, he was all alone now. His friends were gone, his godfather; everyone he had. He didn't have anyone left to be with. To tell the truth, he was scared beyond belief. He had absolutely no idea what he would do.

The man looked at Harry sympathetically before walking away. Harry began to travel along the paths, trying to find a place to stay. All of the cottages seemed to be taken by other people and their friends. How did the new people get homes? Harry hoped that he would make friends with someone and be able to live with him or her. He had no idea how to start a life here. (A/N: He's jumped to conclusions too fast and forgotten about his parents.)

"Harry? Harry is that you?"

Harry turned around and found himself looking into the brown eyes of a very familiar looking boy. It was Cedric Diggory!

"Cedric?"

The boy beamed at him.

"At your service."

"Y-you-you...oh, wow!"

Cedric raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Overwhelmed are you? Care to tell me what you're doing here?"

"I died."

Cedric's eyes widened.

"What? How?"

"I was sick."

"Oh..."

Cedric didn't know what to say, as did Harry. It was Harry who broke the silence.

"Cedric, I'm sorry."

Cedric looked at him, his head cocked to the side, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry for killing you."

Cedric laughed.

"You didn't kill me, it was that stupid Death Eater."

"He wouldn't have killed you if it weren't for me. I told you to take the cup with me. I should have been the one who died that night."

"Harry, listen to me. You had absolutely no idea what would happen after we took that cup. How were you supposed to know that the cup was a portkey; the Death Eaters tricked you! They tricked everyone, even Dumbledore! It's their fault, not yours."

"But if I weren't alive you wouldn't have died."

"If you have never been born, the whole wizarding world would be destroyed. None of us would be alive."

"Okay..."

"Your friends told me that you never put yourself first."

Harry smiled slightly.

"Well, maybe just a little."

"A lot! Come on, I'll help you find your parents!"

Harry's eyes suddenly brightened. He had completely forgotten that his parents would be here. He felt stupid to have forgotten something so important.

"Really?"

"Well, where else could they have gone?"

As the two began to walk, Harry couldn't help but bubble with excitement. Cedric smiled and laughed as Harry went on and on about seeing his parents for the first time in fourteen years. He had never felt so happy before in his life.

"Well, here we are," Cedric said after twenty minutes of walking.

They stopped in front of a light green cottage of similar size to the others. For some odd reason, to Harry, it felt different than the others.

"Well? Are you going?"

Harry began to walk up the small brick driveway, Cedric following behind. Once at the door he knocked. They waited a few moments.

A half of a minute later, the door swung open, revealing the face of a pretty woman, who looked to be in her early twenties. She had wavy, dark red hair to her shoulders, and large almond shaped green eyes, identical to those of Harry's. It was Harry's mother, Lily.

"Hello, Cedric," she said, "Is this one of your friends? God, he looks like James."

"Mrs. Potter, I'd like you to meet your son," Cedric said.

Lily's eyes widened as she looked down upon the boy.

"Harry?"

Cedric silently slipped away, leaving the two alone.

Harry nodded, and suddenly threw his arms around her, loosing all control of what he was doing. The woman wrapped her arms around her son's shoulders and buried her face into his messy, black mop of hair. The two began to cry.

"Oh God, Harry! I missed you so much!"

Harry wasn't able to say anything as he cried into his mother's shoulder. The weeping lasted a few more minutes, until the two of them were able to contain themselves and had no more tears to spill.

"Come on Harry, I want to show you your new home."

Lily took Harry's hand and led him inside. She seated him on a couch and ran halfway up the nearby stairs.

"James! James, come down here!"

Suddenly a man ran down the stairs, looking around as he wondered what his wife had been yelling about. His eyes suddenly fell on Harry.

"You cloned me?" James asked, scratching his head in confusion.

"It's Harry, James."

James' jaw dropped.

"Oh, Merlin!"

James stormed over to his son and pulled him into a big hug, spinning him around in the air, bursting into tears. Harry was reminded of the children he would see in the park with their parents who would spin them around in the air, as his father was doing to him. Of course, there was no crying when he saw the children, but he was extremely happy and did not notice. When James put him down, he put both hands on the sides oh Harry's face and stared at him in the eyes.

"God, you're so big!" he said before bursting into another fit of sobs.

Lily smiled and approached her husband and son. She took the two by the hands and made them sit down on the couch. She wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him closer to her. James moved closer to the two.

"It's great to have you back, Baby."

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THE END!

Author's Note: Lily and James will show Harry around the house later. The important thing about this chapter is Harry finally seeing his parents again; not really Lily and James wanting to know about Sirius and Remus or anything.

sunshinsusan: Lol, all of my stories are either sad or humour. I naturally have a dirty mind, so that is where I get the "humour" from, and I am literaly emotionally unstable, so I get sad alot. And sad feelings make sad stories. I love torture.

Freedom isn't Free: My best friend is fifteen right now, while I am still thirteen and we are both in the seventh grade. I will be fourteen on October twentieth though. I'm super short for my age and I am up to her shoulder. Math is evil, I will always do horribly in it. English is my favourite subject. I'm not a very good student, but I guess my English marks are okay. I hate my English teacher though. She wanted us to work on the neat copy of these stories that we had to write, and I had already finished it and typed it up, but when I told her that I had finished it she got all mad at me and told me that I was unprepared. She was like "you could have had this whole hour to work on your story," and I was like "but Miss, I finished it" and she started giving me all this shit about wasting my class when I could have been working. It's the stupidest thing. Also, we were reading this book in class, and I had already finished it and she started yelling at me for not bringing it in and being uprepared again. It pisses me off so badly. I hope that the story I am writing will get a good grade. It's a Beatles spoof/fairy tale. Lol. I'm sorry that I made you choke; I guess it would have been a little better if you weren't drinking soda. Fuzzy.

Moon Lace: My computer is ALWAYS being evil! There's a problem, we get it fixed and then there's a problem all over again right away. And it goes on and on; it's been happening for four years now! It's fixed right now, but it's super slow and it keeps on freezing up at certain things. I'm listening to George Harrison right now. :)

Silent-Eyes-of-the-Night: By me, you were voted the one with the world's coolest and funniest reviews. Lol, Harry got mad because he is white and believes people are after him! Ahahaha...though I'm white too...lol. I'd like to read a story where Harry is killed by a banana! Or foams at the mouth (rabies)! Or have crayons in his ears! Mmm....maybe I should think about a story like that! You'd get most of the credit. :)

Sexy Black: (Goes though the vacuum cleaner) Aha! I am a ghost! Therefore I can go through the vacuum and get out! Muhahahaha! (Get eaten by a signature John Lennon Converse sneaker).

Star Girll: "Losing Myself" should be with my profile. It was there the last time I checked.

Crissy Potter: I love making Harry suffer! I like it when Sirius cries and Harry is in pain, I don't know why. I'm wierd. I love pain and suffering.

CatClawz: I like to write all sorts of things that I would never say. I have this horrible habbit of walking around my room and saying all sorts of retarded things that I wouldn't even dare to say in public. I'm really wierd. You must come on MSN more often so that we could continue our useless death talks.

HecateDeMort: I'm glad that you liked it. Do you think I should do a prewuel later on about the abuse that happened before this story took place. It could be "Invisible Child" as a story.

lyss33: My Beta was really shocked as well when he died. She didn't expect it either. She was like "Angela! That's so sudden" and I started snickering.

Sirius Black's #1 Fan: I love wearing socks. I don't even take them off to go to bed. I always have them on, unless I am washing or changing them. Lol, Harry's dead, but he was still in this chapter. It was a little wierd to write about heaven since I am Athiest.

foxyie xox: Hi Melly-Melly! Can I call you that? Lol, joking. I'm really, really glad that you liked it, AND you muct write more of your own story and type it up so that I can edit it and people can read your wonderful stories! If you don't want to type them up, I can type them up for you and then send them to you.

memories of pain: Wow, your review had some good writing in it. I am emotionally unstable, so the smallest things make me cry. I cry through every story that I ever read; it's wierd. I also get insulted easily. Someone could give me a dirty look and I will become depressed. I also get annoyed at small things, which happens alot when I am reading fan fiction and people make stupid mistakes, or when I hear or read something about a famous person and the person is saying it wrong. Like, one of my favourite bands is Queen and they are all gay and the lead singer is dead, and some people at school were talking about them and saying that they would kill the lead singer's wife and steal him for themselves and I started yelling my ass off at them. I was like "the lead singer is gay, and he's fucking dead! Don't you know anything about that band?" They also thought that it was a new band, when they are actually from the seventies, eighties and nineties. I got so pissed.

Manutjuh: Er...is that a good thing? When I posted the last chapter to "The Perfect Family" my computer was not fixed, I said it in the author's alert. But it's fixed now, so we can talk whenever we're on together:) It's usually in the morning so I will start waking up early like I did when I used to talk to you.

blink gurl017: Didn't you hear Rachel? Me and the truck driver are going together! He even braided his underarm hair to look fancy on our date! I really must run now, from the pointy fire-lit objects and chainsaws. Bob! My truck driver! Run away with me! (Ducks from flying objects).