Harry walked with help of a small light of his wand. He scanned every grave. An eerie feeling was coarsing through hus body. Finally he found it at the corner.
James Potter
1966-1981
'Death is the ultimate truth.'
He lived honest and died with truth on his
side.
Harry took a moment of silence. He then looked for his mother's grave, expecting it to be beside his father's. But it simply was not there.
'What?' Fluer asked.
He started to run around. They were making to much noice.
'What?' She asked again.
'My mother's grave is not here.'
'Maybe they had nothing left to bury?' Replied Fluer. Fluer was no Hermoine. She was least sensitive.
Tears came in Harry's eyes. 'Even then they would have made a grave.'
'Maybe she was buried elsewhere?'
Harry's head was spinning. He went running back to his father's grave.
He looked on both sides. He bent down and crouched. Somehow it did not seem right to him. Somehow this seemed wrong.
Suddenly he heard it.
'Pss. ..Kill...Kill...Kill'
It took Harry sometime to decipher that it was not a human.
He heard a slyther.
He looked around.
There were many voices.
'The bloddy snakes! Harry cried!
Fluer!
Harry, I am just behind you. Dont be a baby...
He drew her towards him and apparated.
What? Fluer asked as soon as they straightened up, panting.
'The bloody snakes. They come everywhere. Something is wrong Fluer, very wrong about all this. I need to speak to Ron.'
Even Fluer looked shaken.