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Chap. 1
Harry stared across an empty, country lane. The wind picked up and tossed a the few sparse patches around a plain sign. Harry sighed,
"Well...I made it to Godric's Hollow..."
Harry shifted the weight of his pack and continued down the road. Muggles, washing cars and mowing lawns, stared at Harry as he passed by. He simply continued to face forward with a slight frown set on his face.
After a few turns and a fork in a road Harry found his destination, Gladisburry Cemetery. Harry brushed aside a strand of sweat soaked hair out of his face and readjusted his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. He looked up at the sky and thought aloud quietly,
"All those years... all those years, I thought they died in a car crash..."
He stared up a hill that lead to the cemetery. He shifted his load a last time and began his ascent up this ridged hill.
Rows and rows of headstones loomed ahead of Harry's form. Each seemed to cast an eerie aura of their own as head read of the names on the markers to himself.
"Perkins, Antasmith, Dormier, Podmoore, ahh...Potter!"
Harry stared at a single large gray marble with his parent's names in plain letters with a small owl hovering at the top. Harry wondered if he should prod the owl with his wand put judged against the thought. Harry knelt to the side of his parent's grave and to his pack off of his shoulders. His tugged down the main zipper and pulled out 2 slightly crumpled and withered roses and places each in turn on the tombstone. Unshed tears welled in his eyes and started to fall to the ground.
"Mum, Dad, Sirius, and now Dumbledore...what do I do know?"
Harry dried his eyes on his left sleeve and stared at the light scar on his hand. 'I must not tell lies.' Harry sank to the ground to catch-up on some much needed rest.
3 rows of grave markers down, a faint popping noise followed by a pair of anxious voices,
"Ronald, you're sure he's here?!"
A slightly irritated Ron Weasly glared and pointed ahead,
"Yes, Hermione, see that's him there...I think."
Hermione Granger spun around and broke into a run towards Harry's slumped over figure and hugged him around the neck.
"Oh Harry, are you ok. We were worried when you were late for breakfast and we found your note...oh Harry what's wrong?"
Harry sighed and looked into his friends cloudy brown eyes and nodded. Ron pulled out a watch that reminded Harry of Dumbledore's trinket. And Ron stated,
"We had better get back. Bill and Fleur's Rehearsal Dinner is in about an hour. If we're not back at the Burrow soon, Mum'll raise hell when she does find us."
A/N: Hope you liked it...pleez review!!!