DISCLAIMER: The usual ranting- I don't own anything. I wish I did though, at least if I was as rich as JKR then I would employ a typist to type my chapters for me! Anyway, we all know that Ms Rowling owns everything except this computer.
-Chapter Eight-
Godric's Hollow
Missed but not forgotten,
Dead but not gone
From those lives that remained
When your short day was done.
James Potter
4th July 1954 to 31st October 1981
Lily Potter
29th September 1954 to 31st October1981
Harry gazed at the two tombstones lying side by side. A gentle breeze murmured through the branches of the chestnut tree that stood by them. He took out his wand and muttered "Orchideous." A bunch of flowers appeared, which he placed on the graves. Hermione and Ron were watching him. He did not look at them, but muttered in a low voice, "C'mon let's go."
Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and, stepping forward, placed their own bouquets. Then together the three of them turned back and started walking towards the gate of the graveyard. When they had almost reached the gate, Hermione spoke.
"What now, Harry?" she asked, "From where do we start?"
Harry did not reply. They were as clueless about the whereabouts of the horcruxes as they had been a few days back when they had left Hogwarts for good. If he only knew who RAB was! But Hermione hadn't managed to find him yet in a single book. Nor did he know more about the cup and the other horcruxes.
"OUCH! Hermione!" Ron yelled for Hermione had just poked him hard at the side.
"Shh!" she whispered, "There's a muggle coming this way. Put your wand inside your pocket properly, it's poking out."
"You could have said, there was no need to poke so hard, it hurts." Ron said complainingly as he readjusted his wand.
An old man in a black suit, carrying a bunch of flowers, walked up to them.
"Hello." Said Hermione politely.
The man squinted hard at them. "Are you new to the village?" he asked.
"No." replied Harry, "My parents used to stay here seventeen years ago. I have come to visit their graves."
"I've been here forty years," the man said, "what's your name?"
Harry heisted for a moment, and then told him.
"Potter..Potter..ah yes I remember, didn't mix much, them people, I remember their murder though, made great news, the police couldn't say"
"Do you know their house?" Harry interrupted him.
Fifteen minutes later they were standing outside a little ruined cottage hidden by a clump of pine trees on top of a little hill. The roof was half blown off and what remained was falling off in places. The windowpanes were either missing or hanging about loosely. There was a scorched look about the whole house. A large rusted lock was hanging from the front door. Harry gave his wand a casual flick and the lock fell to the ground with a dull thud. The door flung open and a frightened grey pigeon flew out over their heads. Harry walked in, followed by Ron and Hermione. There were a few broken or half-burnt pieces of furniture, blackened by cobwebs and a coat of dust nearly two decades old. The floor was strewn with shreds of broken glass that clinked under their feet.
"Harry, shall we go? There is not much we can do here." Said Hermione tentatively.
Harry did not reply. Climbing the staircase, he pushed the first door he found and looked in. It had been a bedroom once. It did not look much different from the drawing room below- broken glass, burnt furniture, doxy-infected curtains, cobwebs and a cracked mirror behind the dresser. Almost automatically, Harry reached for his wand and muttered "reparo." The mirror repaired itself immediately. Harry sighed and turned away. It was only an ordinary mirror, it could not show him his parents. But wait a moment; the mirror had shown him something. He turned back and looked again. There he was, standing in his too large muggle clothes, his scar shining over his round glasses. Behind him was the room, ruined and desolate. But where was all that golden light coming from? There was no light in the room!
"Ron, Hermione," he called out, "will you come up for a minute?"
CHAPTER 9: Behind the Mirror
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