Disclaimer: Most of the characters mentioned in the following story are borrowed from JK Rowling and are not of my own imagination. Any characters in this story that are not mentioned in any of the Harry Potter books are my own.
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Chapter 5
Harry stepped out of the cab and paid the muggle driver who drove away, leaving Harry standing in the middle of a street in Godric's Hollow. The houses around him were very nice. They consisted of mostly white cottages, with porches on the front. Perfect green lawns sloped slightly down towards the street, which was lined in oak trees. Harry looked at the street sign above him, and then unfolded the map he had bought at a muggle shop. He folded it back up and set off down the street, making a few right turns, and then a left.
Finally he was there. His eyes clouded a bit as he looked at the little cottage. This was where his parents had lived. Well, not exactly, he reminded himself. The house his parents had lived in was destroyed by Voldemort. The cottage that stood in its place was built by the new owners of the land. He gave a small smile, and then turned down a nearby street. It was a very short walk to his next destination.
A long stone wall surrounded it, with two iron gates in the middle. An arch over the gate had big brass letters spelling out 'Godric's Hollow Cemetery'. Harry pushed open one of the heavy gates and made his way down the path to the middle. Looking around, he realised he had no idea where his parents were buried in the cemetery. Picking a corner, he started walking down the rows, looking at the headstones.
After a short while of searching, he looked down at his watch, suprised to see that it was already four o'clock. His stomach gave a growl, reminding him that he had eaten only a few pieces of bacon and toast that day. Then suddenly it was before him. Two headstones, side by side with his parents names engraved on them. Harry sunk to his knees before him, feeling the cold grass under him and staring at the names on the graves. Here they were. His parents. He bowed his head and finally let the tears flow. Head in hands, he knelt before his parents graves, shoulders wracked with sobs.
He stayed like that for a long time. When he finally rose, his jeans had green grass stains on the knees. He ran his hands over the top of his father's headstone, then over the angel engraved on his mothers. He still couldn't believe it. After all these years, here they were. Lily and James Potter, side by side in the cold hard earth.
"Thank you," he whispered to the graves. "Thank you for saving me."
He turned to leave, the tears still flowing freely. He didn't want to go, but he knew he would be back before long. He didn't bother to go house hunting, but instead found a pay phone and rang for a muggle cab. He rode the whole way back to the Leaky Cauldron very quietly, his face now free of tears and tear streaks. Upon arriving back in London, he paid the cab driver and returned to his room in the Leaky Cauldron, the graves still fresh in his mind.
A/N: Yes, I know this chapter is slightly (ok… a lot) shorter and I apologize for that, but the next chapter will be up soon.