Ginny had her back turned to her older brother.
She stood at the bar with a butterbeer pressed to the front of her dress.
A strand of wavy red hair reached down her back.
No matter what she promised herself silently, she would not cry.
"He left, i don't know where to" She answered tonelessly.
Ron ran over to Hermione and whispered something in her ear.
"HES DONE WHAT?" Hermione raged.
Harry slouched as he walked down the normal looking street.
He dug his hands deep into his pockets as he walked slowly knowing some how that it was comming close.
It didn't matter that Voldemort could easily find him.
It didn't matter that he was marked and dozens of death eaters were after him.
It didn't matter that Hermione would lecture him endlessly attacking his intentions.
It didn't matter.
Nothing did.
As he walked down the concrete path he felt all his memories pass through him.
Hagrid picking him up and introducing him to magic.
Draco in the robes shop, brainwashed already.
Meeting the weasleys.
Seeing the Hogwarts express for the first time.
Meeting Hermione.
Being sorted into Gryffindor.
The Mirror of Erised.
There were so many things in his life;
things he would like to forget,
things he often regretted,
things he was thankful for.
Suddenly he stopped.
Their stood his childhood house.
Seeing a grave site in the distance he continued walking, vowing to come back.
His heart stopped as he traveled up to the two graves he earned to see.
His mind was filled with so many thoughts.
Sirius,
His parent's,
Dumbledore.
They were his only family and they all died trying to protect him.
Then he fell to his knees and saw it.
James Harold Potter Birth: 27 March 1960 Death: 30 October 1981
Beloved Father,
Loyal Friend,
Dedicated husband.
"I like a man who grins when he fights"
Winston Churchill
Lillian Marie Potter Birth: 30 January 1960 Death: 30 October 1981
Beloved Mother,
Caring Friend,
Loving Wife.
"Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies"
Aristotle
Harry traced his finger along the names as he sat next to them.
His parent's, his hertitage, his family.
Wordlessly he used his wand to put flowers across the top of the head stone.
Then he journeyed back towards his house.
The pathway were paved with stones and he could see reminants of a rose garden by bushes.
Harry opened the oak door and soaked in his surroundings.
Floor was laid with wood and the walls had family pictures all over.
Their was one with baby Harry, Remus and Sirius.
Another with Lily and Harry.
Then the last was Harry in James arms while Lily laid in bed.
James was holding new born Harry with a glow of pride and delight.
Harry already had a dark patch of black hair and his eyes were closed as his little hand gripped James's thumb.
Lily looked weaky but happy as had her hand around James's arm.
17 year old Harry felt tears fall down his face as he held the picture.
Slowly Harry put the picture back and went through the house.
The room to the left seemed like the living room as it had a large couch and 3 plush sitting chairs.
Their was a book shelf that was knocked over several dusty book were scattered across the floor.
It was from that point on that he could start to see the wreckage.
Moving past the living room into the kitchen he could see another room in the back and stairs came down in the south corner of the kitchen.
In the kitchen where a long dinning table, a cooking area and a side table that held more family photos.
Harry traveled to the back room and saw that it held laundry and a view of the back yard.
Distantly he saw some woods with a lake and small playground that seemed faintly familuar with.
Going back into the kitchen he went upstairs which had four rooms.
A bathroom, two bedrooms and a den.
The hallway was filled with papers and dents in the wall.
His bedroom had quidditch posters across the walls, gold and red paint colors and a hand carved crib with matching rocking chair.
He looked into his broken crib and saw a baby blanket that was hand woven.
It had his name across the center and had snitches around it.
Above the crib was a moving quaffle and snitch.
The room was so cold yet it was reaching 87 outside.
Moving to the den he saw that this was the most destroyed room of all.
Appearently James had attempted to fight Voldemort because everything was a mess.
The desk was knocked over and split in two.
Their was a enormus book shelf shattered to pieces across the floor.
He saw a picture frame beneath a burnt chair that appeared to be unharmed by the attack.
Picking it up and dusting it off he saw his parent's smiling faces at their wedding.
He felt a pull at his navel, he was being transported.
