Harry gulped. His sweaty hand moved up and down the bedside
table. He gripped the handle and pulled with all his might.
He gasped. What he saw inside the drawer made his insides
jump and roll around.
There was a picture. A picture that was unexplianable. Even to
the smartest person he knew. Hermione Granger.
In the picture was a scene of terror and death. This scene
was October 31, 1980. The night Harry's parents died. And circled
with a pen of red was Harry as a bay in Lily' s arms. Harry gasped.
Back in the shadows of privet drive a woman, no older than
thirty, started laughing, crying, and smiling all at the same time.
She had found him.