The next day they checked everything to make sure they don't forget anything.
"Alright, got everything in your bag?" Harry asked.
"Yup, you?"
"Yes."
"Alright then, KREACHER!" she called.
Then there was a snap.
"Mistress Tracey call Kreacher?" he said.
"Yes, is Grimauld Place still in hiding?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Alright, can you please take us back?" Harry said.
"Yes Master Harry, Mistress Tracey. Hold onto Kreacher's hand."
So they held on and a few seconds later they were back in Grimauld Place.
"Ahh. Much better. Thanks Kreacher." Tracey said.
"Would Mistress Tracey and Master Harry like Kreacher to make lunch?"
"Yes please Kreacher." Harry said.
So he went to make lunch and Harry and Tracey went to go unpack in their rooms.
"After lunch I'm taking a shower." Tracey said.
"Same here. Thank Merlin there's more than one bathroom." Harry said.
So they headed downstairs and had some chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese.
"I think we should go to Godrics Hollow tomorrow." Harry said.
"Alright. Let's bring our bags with us just in case we need to stay in hiding." Tracey said.
"Alright. Let's get some sleep and leave after dinner tomorrow." he said.
She nodded in agreement.
So they went to bed.
The next day after dinner they told Kreacher they were going somewhere and didn't know if they were going to be back after.
They had packed everything up while Kreacher made breakfast.
So they took hands and apparated to Godrics Hollow.
When they got there they were at the graveyard.
"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve." Tracey said looking around.
Then they saw the graveyard. They looked at each other and nodded. So they headed there and looked at people from the first war and the past.
Tracey was looking at one with snow on it and then saw the Deathly Hollows sign. Then pushed more snow and saw Ignotus on it.
"Hey Harry?" she called.
He turned around and was about to say something but saw someone looking at them.
"Trace someone's watching us and I think I know who it is." he said.
She looked up and saw them.
So they followed her and saw their old house.
They looked at it and remembered what happened. Tracey's eyes started to water a little but wiped them before Harry could see it.
Then he saw something outside the door
On this spot, on this night of 31 October 1981, their son, Harry, and daughter Tracey remain the only wizard and witch ever to have survived the Killing Curse. Their son is the first wizard ever to survive the killing curse while their daughter survived after the safe of her brother. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a reminder of the violence that tore apart their family.
And all around these neatly lettered words, scribbles had been added by other witches and wizards who had come to see the place where the Boy Who Lived and his sister had escaped. Some had merely signed their names in everlasting Ink; others had carved their initials into the wood, still others had left messages. The most recent of these, shining brightly over sixteen years' worth of magical graffiti, all said similar things.
Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.
If you read this, Harry, Tracey, we're all behind you!
Long live Harry and Tracey Potter.
Harry wrapped his arms around Tracey and she started to cry again.
When she calmed down they followed her inside.
"Here let me do that." Harry said while she tried to light a candle.
He followed her upstairs. When they got there she saw the locket and then looked at him.
"Miss - Bagshot?" he said, and his voice shook slightly. "Who is this?"
"You are the Potters?" she whispered.
"Yes, we are."
She nodded slowly, solemnly.
Then she closed her eyes and several things happened at once: Harry's scar prickled painfully; the Horcrux twitched so that the front of his sweater actually moved; the dark, fetid room dissolved momentarily. He felt a leap of joy and spoke in a high, cold voice: Hold him!
Harry swayed where he stood: The dark, foul-smelling room seemed to close around him again; he did not know what had just happened.
"Over here," she whispered, pointing to the corner.
Harry raised his wand and saw the outline of a cluttered dressing table beneath the curtained window.
This time she did not lead him. Harry edged between her and the unmade bed, his wand raised.
"What is it?" he asked as he reached the dressing table, which was heaped high with what looked and smelled like dirty laundry.
"There," she said, pointing at the shapeless mass.
And in the instant that he looked away, his eyes taking the tangled mess for a sword hilt, a ruby, she moved weirdly: He saw it out of the corner of his eye; panic made him turn and horror paralyzed him as he saw the old body collapsing and the great snake pouring from the place where her neck had been.
The snake struck as he raised his wand: The force of the bite to his forearm sent the wand spinning up toward the ceiling; its light swung dizzyingly around the room and was extinguished;
Then a powerful blow from the tail to his midriff knocked the breath out of him: He fell backward onto the dressing table, into the mound of filthy clothing - He rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the snake's tail, which thrashed down upon the table where he had been a second earlier. Fragments of the glass surface rained upon him as he hit the floor. From below he heard Tracey call, "Harry?"
He could not get enough breath into his lungs to call back: Then a heavy smooth mass smashed him to the floor and he felt it slide over him, powerful, muscular -
"No!" he gasped, pinned to the floor.
"Yes," whispered the voice.
"Yesss... hold you ... hold you ..."
"Accio ... Accio Wand ..."
But nothing happened and he needed his hands to try to force the snake from him as it coiled itself around his torso, squeezing the air from him, pressing the Horcrux hard into his chest, a circle of ice that throbbed with life, inches from his own frantic heart, and his brain was flooding with cold, white light, all thought obliterated, his own breath drowned, distant footsteps, everything going... and now he was flying, flying with triumph in his heart, without need of broomstick or thestral...
He was abruptly awake in the sour-smelling darkness; Nagini had released him. He scrambled up and saw the snake outlined against the landing light: It struck, and Tracey dived aside with a shriek; her deflected curse hit the curtained window, which shattered. Frozen air filled the room as Harry ducked to avoid another shower of broken glass and his foot slipped on a pencil-like something - his wand –
He bent and snatched it up, but now the room was full of the snake, its tail thrashing; Tracey was nowhere to be seen and for a moment Harry thought the worst, but then there was a loud bang and a flash of red light, and the snake flew into the air, smacking Harry hard in the face as it went, coil after heavy coil rising up to the ceiling. Harry raised his wand, but as he did so, his scar seared more painfully, more powerfully than it had done in years.
"He's coming! Tracey, he's coming!" As he yelled the snake fell, hissing wildly.
Everything was chaos: It smashed shelves from the wall, and splintered china flew everywhere as Harry jumped over the bed and seized the dark shape he knew to be Tracey- she shrieked with pain as he pulled her back across the bed:
The snake reared again, but Harry knew that worse than the snake was coming, was perhaps already at the gate, his head was going to split open with the pain from his scar –
The snake lunged as he took a running leap, dragging Tracey with him; as it struck, Tracey screamed,
"Confringo!" and her spell flew around the room, exploding the wardrobe mirror and ricocheting back at them, bouncing from floor to ceiling.
Glass cut his cheek as, pulling Hermione with him, he leapt from bed to broken dressing table and then straight out of the smashed window into nothingness, her scream reverberating through the night as they twisted in midair...
He was Voldemort and he was running across the fetid bedroom, his long white hands clutching at the windowsill as he glimpsed the bald man and the little woman twist and vanish, and he screamed with rage, a scream that mingled with the girl's, that echoed across the dark gardens over the church bells ringing in Christmas Day...
And his scream was Harry's scream, his pain was Harry's pain... that it could happen here, where it had happened before... here, within sight of that house where he had come so close to knowing what it was to die ... to die ... the pain was so terrible ... ripped from his body ... But if he had no body, why did his head hurt so badly; if he was dead, how cold he feel so unbearably, didn't pain cease with death, didn't it go ...
The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe ... And he was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions ... Not anger ... that was for weaker souls than he ... but triumph, yes ... He had waited for this, he had hoped for it...
"Nice costume, mister!"
He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his pained face: Then the child turned and ran away ... Beneath the robe he fingered the handle of his wand ... One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother ... but unnecessary, quite unnecessary...
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet...
And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and steered over it ...
Harry, Tracey, James and Lily were in the living room playing.
When the woman said words he cold not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face.
So Harry and Tracey stood up when they heard something. James went to see what it was.
"LILY! IT'S HIM! TAKE THE KIDS AND GO!"
So they ran upstairs and heard something. Then the door was burst open.
"No! Not them! Take me, I'll do anything!" Lily said.
"Stand aside, stand aside you silly girl!"
"Please, NOT THEM!"
"This is my last warning."
Before she could say anything she was hit with the stunning spell.
'Now, which one? I'll just kill them both.' "AVADA KADAVRA!"
And then after the boy in front of the girl he broke. He was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped screaming, but far away ... far away ...