Harry stepped out of the Knight Bus and on to Goldenrod Avenue in Godrick's
Hollow. He was bathed in the sunlight that only the fourth of August could
bring. He started walking down the streets with great excitement shinning
through his emerald green eyes that he had inherited from his mother. He
missed his parents dearly but he couldn't remember them, all he had to
remind him was his unruly black hair from his father, his green eyes form
his mother, a photo album and the words from their last moments alive from
whenever he approached a Dementor. They died when he was only a baby.
He never saw his true home until today, his god-father Sirius, as an eighteenth birthday present, gave him the address to where he used to live. He continued his walk pas number 915, 916, 917, and 918. He stopped in front of 918. This is…..it? Harry was surprised, he expected to see a wreck from when Voldemort, the world's most powerful wizard, killed both of his parents But instead there was a lovely brick house standing in the lot.
Harry approached the house and opened the door without making any noise. He slid in and gazed around the room, hardwood floor shone on the ground and the walls were painted a pale blue. He continued down the hallways he stopped and looked at the wall covered by pictures, he noticed that there was one of two people at a wedding, the bride had red hair and the groom had black. Was it…
"I couldn't be my parents, they died." Harry told himself and continued down the hall when he heard two voices that sounded vaguely familiar.
"I hope everything will be fine soon, it was over sixteen years after all"
"Don't worry I'm sure everything will be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Harry inched his way into the kitchen and tripped over a small stool and fell in. He looked up and saw two people staring down at him, a redheaded female and a black haired man.
"Harry….."
He never saw his true home until today, his god-father Sirius, as an eighteenth birthday present, gave him the address to where he used to live. He continued his walk pas number 915, 916, 917, and 918. He stopped in front of 918. This is…..it? Harry was surprised, he expected to see a wreck from when Voldemort, the world's most powerful wizard, killed both of his parents But instead there was a lovely brick house standing in the lot.
Harry approached the house and opened the door without making any noise. He slid in and gazed around the room, hardwood floor shone on the ground and the walls were painted a pale blue. He continued down the hallways he stopped and looked at the wall covered by pictures, he noticed that there was one of two people at a wedding, the bride had red hair and the groom had black. Was it…
"I couldn't be my parents, they died." Harry told himself and continued down the hall when he heard two voices that sounded vaguely familiar.
"I hope everything will be fine soon, it was over sixteen years after all"
"Don't worry I'm sure everything will be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Harry inched his way into the kitchen and tripped over a small stool and fell in. He looked up and saw two people staring down at him, a redheaded female and a black haired man.
"Harry….."