Summary for Chapter 2: Harry goes to Godrics Hollow and sees an unexpected face, which he tried to blow to smithereens...
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Harry walked along the worn path half mindedly, listening to the crunching of the autumn leaves beneath his feet and smelling the rotting wood and leaves. The woods around him reamined silent at his intrusion, except for the occasional squirrel collecting nuts for the winter soon to come.
After it was claimed in the Prophet that Hogwarts would not reopen for this year, Harry had left his home at the Dursleys on the eve of his 17th birthday and headed for Godric's Hollow, which he had found that not many people knew the whearabouts of. Until last night, when he had recieved a letter from none other than Dumbledore. Fighting tears, he broke the seal and read
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this now then I am dead and Hogwarts has been
closed. I know that you will try to find the last Horcruxes andI truly
wish you the best. However you probably have no idea where to start. I
would suggest from the beginning. Godrics Hollow. The housewas mostly
destroyed when Voldemort died, but it has been left alone from Muggles,
seeing as it was unplottable. I have visited there many times,but
mostly in vain. I would tell you to apparate but i would not reccomend
it these days, especially if you have not passed the test...
The letter went on to give directions to Godrics Hollow and other places he might search and people he might ask and get memories from.
Harry continued walking along the path, thinking now about an article in the Prophet last week that had caught his eye.
'Lucius Malfoy Dead'
Last night at approximatly 11:46 Lucius Malfoy's body was found dead in his cell. It appears he has died of a high fever. The Ministry says that which it is disapointing they could not get more information from Malfoy, they are extremely glad that He did not escape back to his master, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.They are also wondering if this is in anyway linked to the disappearance of his son, Draco Malfoy, who last year attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wiazardry while Albus Dumbledore was still alive...
Not that Harry usually agreed with the Prophet, he was thiking they were on to something of some sort. Not one hair of Draco Malfoy had been seen since that night, and now, his father dies of a "fever"? Was this another ploy of Voldemort's? or was Luciius Malfoy actually dead? Both were hard to believe, seeing as Voldemort was extremely angry at Lucius and dying of "fever" was very uncommon at Azkaban.
While Harry was pondering this, he drew within sight of Godric's Hollow. The sight made him stop mid-step, his heart suddenly felt cold and hard and a lump formed in his throat.
It was evident that that house had once been magnificent, once been a jaw opener. Now, however, the immediet feeling was one of depression and hopelessness. The house was now the skeletal remains of something glorious, something warm, something that Harry used to call home before he ould even speak.
Suddenly Harry's hatred for Voldemort rose so great, that if he had appeared suddenly before Harry, he wouldn't have had the time to shout the Killing Curse. He'd be dead by then. Harry's anger doubled, bubbling in his stomach, making his head feel hot and his throat began to ache.
He began to cry, the tears pouring out of his eyes like water pouring through a broken dam. He didn't know how long he stood there crying, but when he was done, the sun was mostly set.
Harry looked up at his home and knew in his gut that even if he made it to the front door without breaking down again, there would be nothing there to help his case.
Wiping his face and feeling very put out, Harry turned around and started to walk back down the path, his only thought was to get back to the small town only a mile away, and get as far away from Godrics Hollow as possible.
Until a shocked voice behind him said, "Potter?"
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Yeah yeah, short, again. I'm very bad at writing long chappies. It's my curse, along with bad grammar and changing from third person to first, which i did a lot in this chapter until i reread it and changed it back to third.
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