Chapter Eight

Ron and Hermione watched as their friend's eyelids drooped into sleep. They decided to settle down for the night, taking turns keeping watch and sleeping.

Ron leaned against a tall oak tree near the edge of the graveyard while Hermione sat down against the tree's roots, wrapping her cloak tightly around her. The wind blew eerily through the trees. She shivered as the moon lit up the gravestones, deciding that she didn't like sleeping in graveyards one little bit.

Hermione watched the sun come up, and, deciding that it was time to leave, shook Ron awake.

"We should get going."

"Hmmmm..."

"Come on Ron, get up."

"Fine..."

"Should we go get Harry?"

"Yeah."

Ron slowly walked over to where his best friend lay sleeping. He knelt next to him.

"Hey mate, its time to wake up..."

Harry didn't stir from the first deep, peaceful sleep he had had in ages. Ron sighed, and shook him slightly.

"I'm sorry mate, but we should go..."

Harry's hand twitched, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Huh?"

"We have to go, mate."

"Oh. Ok."

Ron stood up and walked over to where Hermione was waiting.

"Goodbye Mum. Bye Dad. I love you both."

They walked down the empty streets of the village. Few windows had lights in them, giving the alley a deserted feel.

"Harry, do you remember where the house is?"

"Don't worry Hermione."

They walked down several more streets before they came to what used to be Godric's Hollow.

Harry took a deep breath as he opened the gate, and walked inside.

"So this was your house, mate?"

"Yeah."

"Should we go inside?"

"I'm going."

"We're coming too Harry."

"Yeah mate. You can't get rid of us."

They searched the rubble for anything of importance. Ron came upon a jewelry box with a necklace and a ring inside.

"You want this mate?"

"Sure. Thanks Ron."

Harry shrank the box and put it in his bag, along with a tattered baby blanket and teddy bear. Hermione silently handed him a photo album. It was filled with pictures, from his parents' wedding, his birth, and many other occasions. Harry noted that Peter wasn't present in many of them that Sirius and Remus were in. He was probably at Death Eater meetings, Harry mused angrily.

They went through everything around what must have been the front porch, before moving to the backyard. They came upon many momentos and old belongings, like shoes and clothes, jewelry and silverware, diaries and old books. Harry shrank almost everything that he found, putting them into his bag.

They didn't notice someone standing in the shadows of a big willow tree on the edge of the property.

AN: I know it's a really short chapter... I'll try to make them longer, I promise!

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