AN: Trying to update all of my stories more. I don't think this story will end up being very long, just a little warning. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Harry and I trudged through the snow and made our way down the familiar streets. A shiver raced down my spine and I tried not to think about what had happened almost a year ago.

"Come on we're almost there, Hermione." Harry said pulling me up the street. My heart hammered in my chest as we came to a stop in front of the house.

"Oh," I gasped covering my mouth. It looked the same as last year. The cottage had snow covering it and ivy was crawling up the side. Merlin is was Déjà vu. Harry seemed to be feeling it too because his eyes kept flicking around.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked nibbling on my lip. Harry took a deep breath and sighed.

"Yeah." He said shakily pulling me closer to the house. Harry leaned forward and opened the gate. I squeaked as the plaque rose out of the ground.

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981,

Lily and James Potter lost their lives.

Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard

ever to have survived the Killing Curse.

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.

Harry bowed his head and swallowed thickly. I grabbed his hand and entwined our fingers. He let out a heavy breath and opened the gate. It squeaked from disuse and we pushed into the yard. My heart pounded in my chest as we made our way across the grounds.

"It must have been a very cosy home." I whispered as we walked up the pathway that led to the house. Harry let go of my hand and walked over to the large window that showed the living room. He leaned forward and placed his hand against the glass his face pained.

"Harry –"

"Come on," he said striding over to the front door. The hinges groaned loudly and Harry forced the door open. I followed after Harry into the house and looked around slowly.

It looked like a normal family room. There was red and gold striped wallpaper and a cream colored sofa pushed up against the wall. A black baby pram was on its side with a blue blanket on the floor.

I went to take a step into the room but stopped when Harry dropped to his knees.

"Harry -?" I lowered myself next to him.

"This is where he died." Harry muttered in a hallow voice reverntly touching the carpet.

"How do you know?" I whispered my voice choked. Merlin. Had he seen his own parent's deaths from his connection with You-Know-Who?

"When I had passed out after we escaped from Nagini that first time I was in Voldemort's memories." Harry said tracing his fingers against the carpet. I watched him sadly as a single tear fell down his cheek. "Would dad's wand be here?"

"No." I said with a sigh. "he would have been buried with it. Same with your mother's."

Harry nodded absently and stood up slowly. He looked around the room and crossed over to the baby pram. "I can't believe I was ever that small."

"Neither can I." I said with a smile and bent to pick up the blanket. Something shimered under the couch and I frowned. "Harry?"

"Hmm?" He hummed absently holding a teddy bear that must have been in the pram.

"Somethings under here." I said reaching forward to lift the couch skirt. Harry crouched down next to me and slowly reached forward.

"Oh my god." Harry whispered. "Its my mum's wedding ring."

"It must have fallen during," I paused. "everything that happened."

Harry nodded turning the simple gold diamond ring with a smile. "You know it's a wonder I was ever born."

"What? Why do you say that?" I asked leaning back against the wall.

"My mum hated my dad when they were younger. She thought he was smug and annoying and full of himself." Harry said with a laugh.

"How did they get past his ego?" I asked watching Harry. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. It stuck up crookedly in the back and I smiled.

"Dad stopped hexing people in the halls and became Head Boy. Mum was Head Girl and they had to spend time together." Harry sighed thoughtfully and shook his head. "I wish I had asked Sirius and Remus to show me memories of them."

"Maybe there's something here." I said hopefully and jumped up. Harry smiled at me and shook his head.

"Have I ever told you you're cute when you're excited?" Harry asked wrapping an arm around my waist.

"No but it's nice to hear." I said pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Come on lets keep looking around."

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