For at least a week we traveled nonstop dwelling in our sorrows of loosing Ron. Every night I held Hermione as she cried herself to sleep. Once or twice I also cried myself to sleep. Hermione and Harry are the only ones who kept me going, if it wasn't for them I wouldn't of continued on this journey.

One night as we discussed where we were going to go next Harry suddenly said 'I think we should go to Godric's Hollow.'

Hermione and I stopped what we were discussing and looked at him in suprise.

'It is were I deafeated him so it must hold some sort of importance of Riddle plus I think it's time I visted my parents graves' his voice cracked a little at the end.

I stood up and walked over to him sitting beside him and wrapping my arms around his sculpted torso.

'Are you sure?' Hermione asked frightful that this could upset Harry in more than one way.

I felt the same but I think he needed this...as closure. And a Horcrux could be hidden there.

'Positive. And since it's still daylight out I thought we could go today' he said a little cautious.

I looked at Hermione and shared a knowing glace with her before I spoke 'Of course we can go today but only if you really want to.'

Harry smiled at our acceptance of his desicion and breathed 'Of course' before kissing me on the head and walking away to start packing. We all packed up everything and before we knew it we had apparated right into the middle of Godrics Hollow. Since the only things we carried on us were our wand and Hermione's bag containing everything else we set to exploring the place right away.

But before we could get anywhere Hermione stopped us and spoke 'There is something I never told you Harry in fear of your reaction but now I thnk I should tell you. I found a book in th library at Hogwarts all about Voldemort's greatest crimes. Your parents were one of them. It said that the Ministry of Magic placed preserving spelled upon the house you once lived in to help keep alive histroy and remind people of the bad he had caused. They also put a spell around it so that only the Ministry of Magic and any blood relatives of James and Lilly may see the house unless they are given permission by a seeker to see it. Which means that right now only you can see it Harry and when you do it will look as though nothing ever happened, as though your parents never died.'

Harry looked at her in shock before regaining his composure as saying 'That's ok Hermione I don't mind you keeping that information from me. But I still want to see the house.'

Hermione nodded and lead us to an empty lot which to me looked like a big garden with flowers everywhere but when I looked at at Harry he must of seen something different because his eyes were wide and his breathing had momentarily stopped.

'Harry...what do you see?' I asked a little concerned.

'My...my house.' he muttered.

Hermione looked at him a small smile gracing her beautiful features.

'Now Harry in order for Skye and I to see it you have to say these exact words 'I Harry Potter son of James and Lilly Potter give Hermione Granger and Skye Weasley my permission to see the home in which my parents and I lived in.' Ok?'

Harry nodded his head before repeating 'I Harry James Potter son of James and Lilly Potter give Hermione Granger and Skye Weasley my permission to see the home in which my parents and I lived in.'

As soon as he finished I felt as though my sight had been awakened, as though I was wearing a veil that had just been lifted. I turned back to garden and instead of seeing a garden I saw a home. A mid sized two story canary yellow house. It looked brand new. All the shingles were in place, the flowers surrounding the house were all in place and in full bloom despite it being winter. It looked like a real home. And it was. It was the home Lilly and James Potter lived in together and raised their son for a year before having some ego statistic man ruin it all.

I looked over to see Harry looking a little scarred so I grabbed his hand which he gladly accepted and squeezed it tight before whispering to him 'Im here for you.'

He look over at me with a genuine smile and kissed me for a second before taking a deep breath and walking to the house with me in tow.

~Harry's POV~ Every step felt like a lifetime. I was finally going to see the house in which my parents lived in. The house I lived in. The only thing keeping me from having a total mental breakdown is Skye. She is my rock, I need her and always will. Just having her hand in mine keeps me sane. I stepped up to the front door, took a deep breath, opened it and stepped inside. The lights came on as soon as we entered. Me and Skye then Hermione following us. We were in a living room. An ocean blue livingroom with a white couch, a fireplace, and a Tv.

The sight of it brought back memories buried deep in my subconcious. The memory of me flying around on a tiny broom two feet in the air while my parents watched me smiling ran through my mind. I blinked a few times to get use to my new suroundings. I walked towards a side table by the couch which held a picture.

Bringing Skye with me I wrapped my arms around her waist as I looked at the picture. It was of my mum and dad on their wedding night. My mum's green eyes glowing and my dad's unruly hair sticking out in every direction.

'Kinda reminds me of you and I don't it?' I whispered to Skye my lips at her ear.

She only nodded her head for she tried to speak but was unable. I looked to the left of the picture and to the couch where a wand laid. My dad's wand. I don't know how I knew but I knew it was my dad's. I let go of Skye reluctantly and grabbed the wand. It felt..right. Not like when I held my wand but it felt as though it accepted my touch. I placed it back where it belonged before I started to get to emotional.

I wrapped my arm around Skye's waist once again and walked into the kitchen. It was an apple red kitchen with normal appliances but what was weird was that there was still dirty dished in the sink and perfectly good food in the fridge and cuboards. The protective spells they used must of been really good ones.

The only other room downstairs was a bathroom so we headed upstairs.

There were three rooms. The first on the left was a bathroom the first on the right was a masters bedroom. My parents I figured. It was red an gold. For Gryffindor. I could still smell what must of been my mum's perfume and my dad's aftershave lingering in the room. It was to much so I left and headed for the room at the end of the hall.

My name was painted on the door in a baby blue. I opened the door and stepped inside still holding Skye next to me and with Hermione behind us. They had been silent the whole time we've been inside so far. The room was baby blue. A crib sat against the far wall near a window while a dresser and bassinet set against the right wall and a mural of Hogwarts was on the left wall. But what caught my eye was the long slim wand laying on the ground near the crib. It was my mother's wand. She must of dropped it when Voldemort killed her. I was expecting something but definitely not this. Skye squezzed my hand causing me to look at her beautiful face.

'You ok?' she asked truly concerned.

I kissed her on the forehead and let my lips linger and I whisper 'Ya, it's just a lot to take in at once.'

I pulled away and took one more look at the room before turning to Hermione and Skye and asking 'You ready to go to the graves?'

They nodded their heads and started walking down the stairs and out of the house but I stopped Skye a few feet away from the door.

Hermione just kept walking and waited patiently for us outside so I turned to Skye and looked her straight in the eye and spoke 'I want this to be us one day. I want to marry you and live here and raise our children here like my parents wanted to do. I want us to be as happy as my parents were before it was all taken away from them. I want you and me and however many kids you bless me with. This house is like my past and Im not ready to fully give it up yet.' I truly did want her.

I wanted her forever as mine. I wanted to raise many kids with her in this house where my parents lived so happily for their time being. Skye looked surprised by my words but within seconds she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me like their was no tomorrow.

'I want that too Harry I really do and you'll never have to give up as long as you don't want to' Her words went straight to my heart.

It left me feeling complete inside. I smiled and kissed her on the head.

'Let's get going love' I said holding her close to me as we walked out of the house and up to Hermione who watched the whole scene with tears in her eyes. She smiled and hugged us both wordlessly and began walking to the graveyard across the street.

It was dark by now and it was pretty creepy so I pulled Skye even closer to me by instinct. Before I knew it Hermione, Skye and I stood before my parents graves.

I got down on my knees and just looked at them. Skye joined my on the ground as Hermione stood silently behind us. These were the last things anyone would see of my parents. It hit hard. I always knew I would never meet my parents but right there and right now I felt the weight of that relization hit me.

It drove me to tears. Before my throat closed up I spoke 'Mum...dad. I love you. Even though I never truly got to meet you I love you. I regret not being able to knowyou but you should know I'm safe for the time being and I have wonderful friends with me including the love of my life. I know you guys would love her, I know I do.'

I couldn't speak anymore because my throat had closed up and tears streamed out of my eyes. I almost never cry but this really hit me.

Skye then surprised me by speaking herself 'Lilly...James. Thank you. Thank you for giving up your lives so Harry could live. Without him the world and I would be lost. You'd be proud of him. He's turned into a great man. I hope to marry him one day and if I do then I know he will be a great husband and father you guys can be proud of. Just because you're not around doesn't mean everyone won't know how great of people you guys were. So thank you...for everything.'

She was gazing at the graves with a smile on her face when I felt it. It was as though someone was standing behind me and had their hand placed on my shoulder. I knew Skye felt it to for she gasped and her eyes went big. It might sound crazy but everything I've been through nothing is to crazy but I think it was my parents. As though they were there to tell me something. That they approve of Skye and are happy for me. At least I hope that is what it meant. But who knows.

I stood up and grabbed Skye pulling her to her feet before crashing my lips to hers. Her soft rosy pink mint flavored lips. God I love this girl. Pulling away I grabbed her in my arms placed my hand on Hermione apparateing us to a new camp site for the night.