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It wasn't until early Sunday morning that Harry found out what was wrong. When he woke up there had been a letter waiting for him telling him to go to Dumbledore's office and here he was. "Mr. Potter come in." said Dumbledore in a somber voice. "Take a seat Harry."
Harry sat down knowing that something was wrong, was Sirus okay? He hadn't heard from him in quite a while…. Dumbledore managed a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Sirius is fine." Harry just looked at the headmaster. For years he had thought that his headmaster was a physic but now he was almost positive.
"Sir can you read minds?"
"Sometimes... now for the reason that you are here. I really don't want to place this burden on you but it is your unofficial duty to deal with it. Fourteen years ago when your parents died we buried them at Godric's Hollow. Well it seems that Voldemort wanted the wizarding world to admit he was back so he went to some drastic measures. Being that October 31 is the day that he met his down fall on you after killing your parents it seems that he picked that day to attack your parents graves. By the time that Icicle saw what was going to happen and I got people down there it was already too late."
Harry felt his stomach wind up into a little knot. Voldemort is really twisted and sick. This has to be a new low for him. Digging up the dead………… To make it even better is seems that everyone knows when my parents died except me. What a great son I am, I don't know their birthdays or wedding day either. Brushing all unnecessary thoughts from his mind Harry turned his attention back to Dumbledore, "How bad is the damage."
"The tomb stones were smashed and their bodies were dug up and scattered around the area. No matter what we are going to have to cremate their remains." replied Dumbledore.
There was a long silence where neither of them knew what to say. Dumbledore seemed to be fighting with an idea and Harry was just speechless. Dumbledore met Harry's eyes, "Even though this is a really tough situation I feel that you have reached the age that it is time for you to find out how to address the public and deal with these sorts of situations. You will be famous until the day you die and will have deal with all sorts of unpleasant things in your lifetime so it is time that you work these things out in your own manner. The public will need some words of assurance from you or something along those lines. The press will want a lot of interviews so you need to decide where you are drawing the line on that. Lastly you need to decide what you are going to do with your parents. I am sure your friends will be able to guide you if you need some help."
Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, it is going to be a long day thought Harry. Well I might as well get started, "Goodbye Professor, I'll let you know my decision around lunch time."
"Good bye and good luck Harry."
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What am I going to do, thought Harry as he made his way out of the Headmaster's office. "Harry!" yelled Hermione Harry looked around and saw not only her but Ron and Icicle following closely.
When they caught up to him Hermione panted, "We just herd, are you okay?"
"I don't know, I am still kind of shock. Dumbledore just explained the whole situation to me and told me that I have to come up with a plan of action but I really don't know what to do."
Icicle pulled out a letter, "Well Remus sent us a letter saying that he and Snuffles are heading this way as we speak. Let's go somewhere and decide what you are doing so you have a plan to run by them when they get here."
"Outside will probably the only place we will have to ourselves on a Sunday." said Ron.
"That is because it is too cold out there for human life to survive." Icicle replied dryly.
"Accio blanket," said Hermione.
When the blanket arrived Hermione put some sort of charm on it.
"What did you do to my blanket?" asked Icicle suspiciously.
Hermione handed Icicle her blanket, "I put a heating charm on it so that you can wrap yourself in it and be warm outside."
Icicle threw the quilt over her head in a cape like fashion "Ooo… I like this charm. Thanks Herms."
As the group headed outside and settled under a tree by the lake Ron decided to get to the task at hand, "Strategically, it would be best if you some how sent a message to the You Know Who showing him that what he did didn't make you break down. This whole thing is turning out to be like a game of chess, you can't show your weakness or the other person will find it and take advantage of you. So what are you thinking about doing?"
"Well here is my plan. Get a small group of close friends like you guys, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore and maybe a professor or two. We will all go to Godric's Hollow rebury my parents, I'll say a few words to the press and then we will leave. Basically a mini funeral."
Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement while Icicle started into the lake as if she was pondering something. "You have a few problems in your plan. You should have some aurtors pick up your parent's remains. All the people that will be invited to the funeral were close to your parents and I think that practically everyone there would break down if they had to pick up their pieces. Besides being disgusting that may give you the title of cold-hearted prince and damage the purity that your name stands for. Your name is one thing that needs to be kept perfect. The people are going to believe in you through out this war and if you were considered not really human and incapable of human emotion then people might not be as fast to trust you. After all Voldemort isn't really human and is pretty much incapable of emotion. That similarity can only lead to over all badness. Also as Ron pointed out you can't show any weakness. That means no tears Harry, no look of pain etc."
Harry nodded, "I can do it since I really don't have a choice. I'll go fill Dumbledore in on what I want to do."
As Harry walked through the school ignoring the protest of his friends that he did have other choices, two familiar faces greeted him. "Lo Remus, lo Snuffles."
"Harry how are you?" asked Remus as he made sure Harry was okay.
"I have had worse days," replied Harry, "I was just heading up to see Dumbledore. Do you and your dog want to come with me?"
"I think that my dog insist that we do." smiled Remus as Sirius was found already bounding down the hall towards Dumbledore's office. "Blood pops" said Harry as they reached the office.
The gargoyle moved and Harry, Remus and Sirius started climbing to the office door. "Ahh Harry, have you reached your decision?" asked Dumbledore when they all entered the office.
There was a pop and the familiar voice of his godfather, "What decision?" demanded Sirius.
"Calm down Sirius. I gave Harry the task of deciding what to do with this whole mess." replied Dumbledore calmly.
"What he is too young……." started Sirius Dumbledore interrupted
"That is where you are wrong Mr. Black, it is time that Harry starts dealing with this part of his life. Through out the years I have known him, Harry has proven himself mature enough to handle this. So what do you want to do Mr. Potter?"
"I have decided to hold a small re-funeral at Godric's Hollow with a very small amount of people present. Aurtors will need to be there to gather my parent's remains and cremate them because I don't think that any of the guests will be able to without breaking down. Details need to be sorted out on who is doing the prayer and who is saying what but that is the basic out line."
"A very wise move Mr. Potter." said Dumbledore, "I'll start arranging everything for this evening since it is something that needs to be wrapped up as soon as possible."
Sirius looked worried, "Harry are you sure that you can to do this, go back to Godric's Hollow for a funeral?"
There were other ways that Harry could have dealt with this mess but Harry felt that owed to his parents was to go visit their graves. That one place that they both died for him, that they were buried but most of all it was the place that they had all lived together. "I don't have to do this but I need to do this for myself and my parents. I need to visit the last place that we were all together as a family and that is Godric's Hollow."
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The rest of the day was a blur. Dumbledore had arranged everything as planned and had even went an extra step to make sure that everyone who was attending the funeral was dressed appropriately. As Harry arranged his new black dress robes he heard Ron call, "Come on Harry, we have to be down at the front door in 10 minutes."
Harry looked into the mirror and took a breath you can do this Harry. With one final pat to try to calm down his hair he ran down the stairs and met his friends. Ron, Hermione and Icicle were waiting appropriately dressed for the funeral. Ron had gotten his hair to calm down (unlike Harry) and looked nice in the black robes that were made to fit his length. Hermione had put her hair in curls like she had done for Dracula and pulled back the front, finishing off her look with the black robes, a gold necklace and even some make-up. Lastly, Icicle had her totally down with it's normal waves that gave it it's character. She had on traditional black robes, make-up and instead of a plain gold necklace like Hermione she was wearing a silver cross.
"Let's get going," said Harry.
Down and the entrance the rest of the funeral guests were already waiting. After all of the planning, Dumbledore, Remus, Sirius in Snuffles form, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape had been chosen as the guest to come. "What is that git doing here?" asked Ron who was glaring at Snape.
"Dumbledore said that he was actually friends with my mother and that it would be a nice gesture if he was allowed to come." whispered Harry.
Dumbledore broke in, "We are traveling by portkeys so ever one get around the painting frame." With a sudden pull they were all transporting to Godric's Hollow.
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