As he came in for a landing, Harry dashed the last of the wetness from his eyes. He could see Faelan standing at the door, his face pale, stricken, and Harry realised what the boy must have thought, hearing the bike's roar. Stupid!
A bird landed on his shoulder as he dismounted, and Harry took the letter it offered, reading it during his slow walk toward the house. You wanted me to get this at home.
He shook his head at Sirius' assumptions that he had to go to save them, smiled at his praise, made a note of the will, and then took a deep breath at the end - with the love - and shoved everything he was feeling aside. The look on Faelan's face gave Harry a purpose, one he desperately needed if he was going to avoid the dark, disturbing thoughts that wanted to bubble up from his gut and take up residence in his head. There'd be time enough for all that later.
"Hey, Faelan," he said gently, pushing open the door slowly so the boy could move back out of his way. Once he was inside, he spotted Gaius, looking as stormy as Harry had ever seen him, but Harry had one more thing to check before he could talk to his- his roommates.
"Mum, da?" Harry left the kitchen and peeked into the spare room, finding it empty. "Thought so," he said on his way back to where Gaius and Faelan were waiting. He told them, "James and Lily went, too."