Chapter 2

Harry woke up with his entire body tired and throbbing. He looked around, confused. Didn't Voldemort kill him? He had seen the green light zooming towards him and then all he felt was pain. He tried to sit up and winced as he did so. He now noticed he was in a small clearing of an unfamiliar forest.

'Stupid killing curse' he grumbled. He summoned his strength and pushed himself up on his feet. His legs wobbled and he felt as though he would collapse any second. His scar gave a weak twinge of pain, but it was nothing compared to the growing one on his entire body.

'I don't look dead…Why am I not dead?' He wondered.

Whatever happened, he didn't die. He was still alive, much to his despair and frustration. However, the most interesting thing was that he didn't seem to be in the forbidden forest any more. Where was Voldemort? Where did the death eaters go? Questions whirled in his mind like a tornado, none he had an answer to.

He checked his pocket and jacket, and to his relief he still had his hawthorn wand and invisibility cloak. But he was in no condition to apparate. He looked up and saw small chimneys and roofs of houses in the distance.

'Great, I'll just go over there and ask where the hell I am.' He decided. After healing his sprained ankle, he pulled on the invisibility cloak and raced off towards the village.

He reached the village and walked around for a while. Many of the houses were destroyed, some burned and others looked like they were smashed by a humongous Boulder. There were leafless trees here and there, with light grass and moss growing on the rocks. The place was familiar, very familiar. Harry felt like he visited it before, and it held a place in his heart. He couldn't place his finger on it.

He walked around for a while and then reached a place which made him realise where he was. A small, half-burned sign hung over the area spelling: GODRIC'S HOLLOW GRAVEYARD

'I'm at Godric's Hollow? How did I get here?' Harry wondered. The gate to the graveyard was rusted and battered and its lock was broken.

Harry felt torn from going in and running away. 'Well, I'm here anyway. I'll take a look at mum and dad's grave's and be on my way.'

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pushed open the gate and headed inside the graveyard.

1996…1995…1991…1988…1984…1983…1982…

Harry came to a stop and as he saw the grave marked 1981.

'That was strange, their graves were here…' he looked around to the next grave.

Names of people he never heard or saw before were marked on the graves. Harry was sure there weren't these many graves the last time he visited here. Where was his parents' grave?

He then moved to the next grave and the name nearly made him choke in astonishment.

Harry James Potter

July 31 1980 - 31 October 1981

An angel taken away too soon.