Christmas Memories
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Chapter 4 DH
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Harry couldn't help but remember the Christmas where he almost starved on his search for Horcruxes…
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After finally convincing Hermione to go to Godric's Hollow, they set off very soon. After seeing the statue/war memorial, they went to the graveyard. They saw Ignotus Pervell's grave, and Dumbledore's family's graves, too. But the most heart-wrenching had been his parents. To see those words there, engraved on the stone like everybody else's. He had cried, not really caring that Hermione was there. It all hit him like a boulder. His parents were buried bones underneath this dirty old stone, not knowing that their son not knowing or caring their son was alive and well right above them. That Christmas, there had been no gifts, no Christmas cheer, not even Ron. Harry had taken for granted the wonderful Christmases at Hogwarts. Oh, how much he would give for another happy Christmas at Hogwarts….
Harry pulled on a shirt and climbed into bed by Ginny, and let a single tear fall for all those who couldn't see this Christmas…
James Potter, Lily Potter, Sirius, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, Alastor Moody, Ted Tonks, Colin Creevey, and Severus Snape. Rest In Peace, all of you, and may all of your Christmases up there be as merry as the ones down here.
