Disclaimer: I wish I was rich, and say I owned Harry Potter, but no I do not.

Chapter 6- Heirlooms

My first Christmas home from Hogwarts was one to remember, especially when I received a family heirloom and visited Godric's Hollow for the first time but certainly not the last:

This year we were going to the Burrow for Christmas, like every year, but somehow I felt this year was different.

When Dad looked at me he seemed nervous, and finally after days of seeing this I asked him what was wrong.

He smiled sadly and said, "Well son, this year we -me and you- are going to Godric's Hollow."

I could feel my eyes widen, "T-the p-place your mum and dad w-were killed and y-you survived the k-k-killing curse?"

"Yes, I took James last year, and took Teddy when he was eleven, and now it's your turn get your cloak on." He said with a frown, "C'mon son take my arm."

I took the outstretched arm after I grabbed my cloak, and I felt the familiar tube sucking sensation, suddenly we were in front of a kissing gate that led to a cemetery.

I looked up to my Dad to see a pained expression on his face, "Dad, is that where they are?"

Dad looked down at me his eyes- my eyes- shimmered like twinkling stars, "Yes Al they are. Come on, let's go."

Putting a strong hand on my shoulder, Dad lead me though the Kissing Gate and passed many gravestones, but Dad stopped suddenly, I heard him suck in a sharp breath.

Looking down I saw the name Kendra Dumbledore and after her birth and death dates was another name, Ariana Dumbledore, followed by dates, but underneath was a quote; "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."

Dad knelt down and pulled out his wand, he conjured two delicate looking flowers and placed them on the graves.

I was, with understanding, confused, "Dad who are they?"

"Well, Al, this is Kendra and Ariana Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's mother and sister. They died when he was young..." Dad's voice trailed away, sorrow evident in his voice, his eyes far away.

"Dad was this, his younger sister you spoke of when we visited Aberforth?"

Dad nodded lost in thought.

"Oh" was all I could say, Dad visibly shook himself and lead me to a memorial.

I gasped loudly, this statue was without a doubt my relatives, and the baby must be dad! I looked down and sighed written on a beautiful stone was;

JAMES POTTER LILY POTTER

BORN 27 MARCH 1960 BORN 30 JANUARY 1960

DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Dad crouched down, and I did the same, not caring about the wet and cold snow, I only felt pain .Pain for my dad, Pain for my grandparents and pain for my entire family.

I don't know how long we sat there but Dad discreetly wiped his eyes and got up but not before conjuring a Christmas wreath and placed on the graves.

Helping me up dad remarked, "One more stop than you can see the monument."

Dad took me to a really old gravestone which said Ignotus Peverell and had an odd sign underneath.

"err Dad?"

Dad smiled down at me, "Albus Severus Potter, I love you just as much Lily and James but I have always had a special connection with you, I don't know why but I do. That is why I have decided since James stole the Marauder's map, that you will get the invisibility cloak, which has been passed down through our family line since this man right here. Enjoy it son, and pass it on when your child turns eleven just like Professor Dumbledore did for me when I was a lad seeing as my own dad wasn't alive."

With that Dad took a shimmering cloak from his pocket and handed it to me.

"Bloody Hell, Dad this is amazing thank you!" I ran forward and embraced my Dad as he chuckled.

"I'm happy you like it Al, come on, last stop."

We left the graveyard and walked a bit till we reached a plot of what seemed to be empty until Dad touched the gate and a plaque shimmered and suddenly the house(well rubble) where my Dad defied death for the first time.

"Dad this is brilliant" I beamed at the encouraging words written on the plaque.

Dad laughed, "I said the same thing to Aunt Hermione the first time I came here. Son its time to leave, we are expected at the burrow."

With one last look at the memorial that had shattered my Fathers childhood, we were at The Burrow.

A/N~ Alrighty hope everyone had a nice Easter, I sure did, my mom bought me The Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes (Granada Series), and I've been obsessed for the last few days, because in my opinion this series is closest to Canon, I recommend the series if you're a fan of the books.

I do love reviews like the next author but I will not go all evil and make threats lol!

Thanks to everyone!

Brittany