Alright! Here's the next chapter…and…oh right! Disclaimer!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…I can dream, but it will never happen…sighs
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Harry woke the next morning with the newly risen sun peeking through a window. The gray sky was slowly turning pink and Harry groaned; it was sill extremely early. He tried to fall back asleep but had no luck and stood up and stretched. Harry threw on his clothes and put his trainers on, and ran downstairs to get something to eat. Darkness greeted him downstairs, suggesting that no one else was awake yet.
Harry had decided he should take a walk to explore Godric's Hollow. He grabbed an apple and went out the front door. The neighborhood was pleasant, with a few people just now waking, a few lights flicking on in the windows in the dim dawn. The fog was cool as it pressed against his face, the birds were chirping to the newly risen sun and Harry could see his own breath rise in the air. The neighborhood had been empty for quite a few years, the Muggles had moved away after the destruction of the Potters' house, because of all the strange rumors going around about what happened at the Potters. Of course they had never really known what really happened, but they weren't taking chances. But now that Voldemort had been taken care of and news of Harry Potter rebuilding the house, Godric's Hollow swarmed with witches and wizards. So Godric's Hollow had become a magical community in less than two weeks. Harry didn't know where he was going; he just walked where his feet carried him. Out of the fog there was a large iron arch that looked as if it had been there for a long time, with large creaky gates. It read 'Godric's Hollow Cemetery'. Harry's stomach did a back flip and his pace quickened; he pushed the gates open and walked under the arch. The sun had just been starting to rise, but the fog still lay thick, and it made the hair on the back of Harry's neck stick up. It looked like an eerie scene from a horror story. The stench of old damp leaves on the ground filled the air from the leaves that hadn't cleared when spring and summer had started, the leaves preserved in the snow of winter. Harry looked from headstone to headstone looking for the names of his parents. His breath could no longer be seen as the sun had more fully risen; when he heard a twig snap behind him and he whirled around to face what was behind him. Ginny was standing there, wrapped in her Gryffindor scarf and her cloak. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"When I didn't see you at the house I thought I'd find you here…have you found them yet?" she asked in a soft voice.
"No," Harry said, with a tone of disappointment in his voice.
"I'll help," she sadly smiled. Harry continued to search as Ginny helped him.
"Harry! Over here! I think I found it!" Ginny yelled, from where she was searching. Harry bounded over to where Ginny's call came from making sure he didn't trip over any lose leaves or headstones. At last he found Ginny standing beside two large graves. They were clearly labeled, one, James Potter and the other, Lily Potter. He slowly walked over to where Ginny stood and examined the headstone. The one with his father showed:
James Potter
1960-1981
A great father, wonderful husband and beloved friend
Prongs rode one last time on the fateful night of Halloween 1981
His bravery will be remembered forever and his spirits will live on…
Tears were brimming in his eyes as he moved his fingers over the inscription. As Harry reread the message, he felt warm tears starting to roll down his face, falling on the grave, he knew Sirius or Remus had to have written at least the second line, they were the only ones who called him Prongs.
Lily Potter
1960-1981
Extraordinary mother, amazing wife and exceptional friend
Her love was the greatest power anyone could hope to have on that catastrophic Halloween night
Her memory and love will be remembered forever more…
By this time tears flooded out of his eyes landing all over the grave, as a cold breeze passed over Harry. There was a picture of his parents put right between the two headstones, a charm there to keep the weather from ruining it or it being stolen. Harry could almost hear his parents talking to him and he let the words wash over him. Only a hand touching his shoulder pulled him back from the wonderful memory or whatever it was, it almost had seemed real. Ginny had moved closer and was now standing next to him and it looked like she had been crying too. Harry looked back at the picture and looked back at Ginny.
"You look like her," Harry barely whispered to her. She just kept looking at the picture of Lily and James, now they were laughing and grinning up at them. She finally looked up from the picture and Harry looked into her dark brown eyes that were still sparkling in the sun.
"And you look like him," she quietly said. They both directed heir attention back to the photo.
"It's curious how that happened, I look like my dad and you look like my mum." Harry speculated.
"Do you think we'll end up like them...?" she drifted. Harry looked at her astonished, she would think they would end up murdered.
"I mean get married," she quickly added.
"I hope so," Harry smiled at her. "C'mon, let's get back to the house before Hermione and Ron worry about us." Harry said.
"Knowing my brother, he's still asleep." Ginny slightly smiled.
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-Kat-