Chapter 3:

Unwanted Discoveries

Lily and James were cautiously walking up their street towards their home. They were nervous, as to who or what they would find.

They turned the corner that would bring them to something that they would not want to see.

There in the middle of the row of houses, was an empty lot where their wonderful house once stood. They took one teary-eyed look at each other before running towards their previous home.

As they arrived upon the scene they noticed that what left of the house was in complete shambles.

Bricks and ash intertwined around them, and underneath was all there precious belongings crushed just like their hearts; the one thing they could not find was their son.

Lily began to cry into the shoulder of her husband once more. James yet refused to believe that his wonderful angel of a son was dead.

He pulled a still crying Lily over with him to a neighbor's home, of which they knew was the gossiper of the neighborhood, and knocked loudly on the door.

"I'm coming, hold your horses" the elderly gossip replied.

The door swung back to reveal a tiny women with a long neck from spending most of her life trying to view other people's business and wrinkled skin dusted with bright red blush. She was a sight all in her own.

"Yes?" she asked, somewhat annoyed at the visit so late in the night.

"We- we were wondering if you knew what happened to our son"

Being the gossip of the neighborhood, the women had every idea of what had happened to the child.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry about that but somebody took him away about an hour ago, you have my condolences"

This was too much for Lily. She collapsed on the front step, as the women shut her door. James was not much far behind there that sat for half an hour or so weeping about their baby boy, Harry.

They did not know it at the time, but their baby boy was very much alive and currently falling asleep in the arms of Hagrid, the giant just over Bristol.

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