A/N: Indeed, I am back in action. I got lost in the fandoms of Prison Break and Degrassi for bit, but not to worry! I'm back for quite some time. I have 2 new chapters ready for you, and the third is in the works. And soon comes winter break! In which, I should be able to pop out several more chapters. So be ready for lots of reading, and enjoy! Reviews are insanely appreciated, as always.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP...and all that jazz.

Chapter Six – Godric's Hollow

There Harry stood in silence, gazing at his parent's graves in an old cemetery in Godric's Hollow. Everything around him was grey and misty, like dawn. The place was full of angst and sorrow, but it soothed Harry just the same.

He, Ron, and Hermione had arrived a few hours earlier and booked a room in a small local inn. The two had left Harry to go visit the cemetery, knowing he'd want to be alone for it.

He stared at his parent's graves.

R.I.P.

Harry read the tombstone in agonizing bliss, clinging to the parents he never knew. He sighed and knelt down in the front of their side-by-side graves, grazing the earth beneath him with his fingers.

It was time for closure.

Harry spoke to his parents, wishing with every fiber of his being that voices would ring back to him. "Hi mom, hi dad. It's Harry. I've never really tried this before, but I thought it might help." He paused for a moment. "I need you more than ever right now. You see, I have to kill Voldemort. I don't know how, but I know that it has to be me. And it has to be soon. The entire wizarding world is depending on me. I'm only seventeen!" Harry couldn't control how his voice cracked as spoke to the echoing silence, nor could he control the tear that had escaped down his cheek. "I wish I could talk to you," he continued after a beat, "I wish I'd gotten to know you better, I don't know why you sacrificed yourself for me, but I reckon it's what was supposed to happen, as much as it hurts. Dumbledore said that Voldemort chose me for a reason. It has to be me. I know it. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I have to find a way. I just you were here to give me the strength."

Harry wiped his eyes and stood, leaving the gravesite and decisively moving towards the remainder of his home is Godric's Hollow.

Harry apparated to James and Lily's home – or what used to be a home. Now it was just wreckage and rubble. Remnants of what his life could have been. It was where his parents had died, and it was where Voldemort had marked him as his equal. Harry walked throughout the ashes and ruins, nostalgic and wistful. There were still plenty of objects in tact – useless household items: a doorknob, a towel, some silverware. Harry sifted through it all, looking for something recognizable. Anything to conjure up a memory. But the effort was without success. Nothing.

He continued looking through the devastation, and came across a broken, charred picture frame. He found the frame and photo were too badly burned to discern the photograph. Harry opened the flap on the back of the frame in order to remove the picture, hoping to get a better look and get a better chance at deciphering it. Instead, what he found hidden behind the scorched photo was a gold, old-fashioned looking, rather large key. Harry's eyed widened as he pulled it out. He held it in this hand for a moment, examining it. There was a highly detailed, gorgeous lion's head engraved at the top of the key, framed by what Harry could only assume were small, red rubies.

A moment later, the key began glowing in his hand. Harry gasped. There was a golden shimmer around it, giving off bright light, creating a swirling aura extending for several inches. Where his hand held the key began to feel hot, and he felt as though he'd been burned. Harry dropped the key immediately, and golden aura was broken, all shimmer disappearing. Harry examined his hand, looking for some form of a burn, but his hand was clean and smooth.

Unable to resist the urge, Harry reached for the key again, and once more a golden glow was emitted, lighting the key in his palm, and the surrounding area. A familiar burning sensation began to grow in his hand, but Harry held on, knowing nothing had come from it before. Harry battled with it, willing for control, and eventually the heat disappeared entirely. The sensation was no longer burning. It was that of…power. Harry wasn't sure how he knew, but he was positive in his answer. The key held tremendous power and importance, and it would be very significant in his journey. Harry quickly pocketed the key, breaking the aura's connection, and walked out of the ruins of his old house with one final, wistful, fleeting look. With that, he was gone, feeling much better than when he'd originally arrived.

Harry opened the door to their room excitedly, wanting to tell Ron and Hermione about what he'd found. When he entered the room, though, he found both of them staring into each other's eyes, goofy, dazed expressions on their faces. The moment they heard the door close, both heads snapped Harry's direction, blushes creeping madly up their faces. Harry cleared his throat, thrown off by interrupting some sort of "moment."

Hermione was the first to speak, doing her best to remain nonchalant. "Hi Harry…how was it?"

"It was fine," Harry replied, after properly adjusting. He pulled the key out his pocket and explained in great detailed what he'd discovered.

"Whoa!" Ron exclaimed as the key began to glow in Harry's hand. Hermione's eyes doubled in size.

"I want to try!" Ron made for the key.

"No, Ron! Wait!" Hermione exclaimed, "It could be dangerous. We don't know enough about this key."

"It didn't do anything to Harry," Ron reasoned, grabbing it. All three stared at the key in Ron's palm for quite some time, waiting for something to happen. "Nothing," Ron lamented, sounding somewhat discouraged.

"Let me see it," Hermione requested. Ron handed it over grudgingly. She examined it closely for a moment and shrugged, then laid in her palm waiting. Nothing. "That's so odd," Hermione commented, handing it back to Harry. "You should keep it. Be careful, though. You never know what sort of powers it could have."

Harry nodded and pocketed the key. "Did the see the lion on it?"

"Yeah," Ron replied. "It looked a bit like the Gryffindor lion, actually."

Hermione nodded her head I agreement.

Harry shrugged, "I didn't notice."

"You don't…" Hermione began tentatively, "You don't suppose that it could have belonged to Godric Gryffindor, do you? I mean, we are in Godric's Hollow…"

"Maybe," said Harry, a bit skeptical. "But why would it only show its powers for me?"

The group sat in resounding silence.

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