AN: Anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Neville POV

I had never been so grateful to leave Hogwarts for Christmas break. Everyone who could was going home for the holidays. Only a handful of students had stayed back. Most of them being pure-bloods.

"We need a plan for when we come back." Ginny said smacking her hand against her leg. She had slowly come back to herself but she was still shaky at times. The three girls mostly slept in the Room of Requirement since Ginny mostly woke up screaming from nightmares. "Things are getting worse. I heard they locked up a first year in the dungeons for 'mouthing off'."

"I know I heard that too." I muttered wiping at my eyes. Things really were getting worse and the teachers couldn't even help. It was easy to see that McGonagall was furious but she was very careful.

"Too bad we can't protect ourselves better." Hannah said sadly. I slipped my hand into hers and she leaned her head against my shoulder.

"We'll figure out something." I whispered tiredly. Suddenly the train braked and we were slowing down.

"We can't possibly be there yet." Luna said looking around her eyes wide.

"What the -?" Ginny started but an explosion shook the train. The girls screamed and I threw my body over Ginny and Hannah trying to shield them from the falling trunks. One hit me squarely on the head and I hissed in pain.

"Neville?" A distant voice called. "Merlin he's bleeding... Luna what can we – wait where's Luna?" Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

Hermione POV

Harry and I walked hand in hand pretending to be a muggle couple with the use of Severus' Polyjuice Potion. We had finally decided to visit Godric's Hollow. Harry had been asking me about it and I had agreed to it. Once he got it out of his system we could get back to the task at hand. Finding and destroying the Horcruxes. We had agreed that once we got back from this we would destroy the locket.

"Harry." I whispered when we passed a little church. They were having a service and there was singing.

"Yeah?" He asked looking around.

"I think it's Christmas Eve." I whispered as God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman was being sung in a pub.

"I think your right." He muttered turning to look at the church. My stomach jolted as I looked behind the church. There was a graveyard. Could they be there? His parents?

"Harry I see the graveyard." I whispered softly. Harry stiffened next to me. "They'll be in there won't they, your parents?"

Harry didn't respond he just pulled me quickly towards the gates. We both stopped halfway across the square. There was a war memorial that was slowly shifting before our eyes. I gaped at the statue of the happy family. It was a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white caps.

It was Harry and his family. My throat tightened and my eyes flicked to Harry. He was staring at the statue a slightly dazed look on his face. After a moment he shook his head as if to get water out of his ears. "C'mon."

Harry pulled me along and I followed quietly next to him. The singing grew louder as we passed the church. It was hard to hear the Christmas music. Sirius had always loved to sing Christmas songs. I shook my head and took in a deep breath.

Harry stepped up to the first headstone and smiled "Look at this, it's an Abbott, could be some long-lost relation of Hannah's!"

"Keep your voice down." I begged him. Too many bad things could possibly happen and it made me extremely nervous.

We waded deeper and deeper into the graveyard, gouging dark tracks into the snow behind us, stooping to peer at the words on old headstones, every now and then squinting into the surrounding darkness to make absolutely sure that we were unaccompanied.

"Harry, here!" I gasped out in surprise. It wasn't his parents but it was something else.

"Is it—?"

"No, but look!"

I pointed to the dark stone. Harry's eyes widened and he almost fell over in shock. It was Kendra Dumbledore's tombstone and her daughter Ariana. Underneath their names and their dates was a quotation.

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

"Are you sure he never mentioned—?" I began softly but Harry cut me off his eyes flashing.

"No," he said curtly, then, "let's keep looking," and he turned away his face completely blank.

"Here!" I called excitedly then frowned. "Oh no, sorry! I thought it said Potter." I was rubbing at a crumpling, mossy stone, gazing down at it. Wait was that the little symbol? The eye?

"Harry, come back a moment." I said softly.

"What?" He asked darkly.

"Look at this!" I said excitedly pointing at the little symbol. "Harry, that's the mark in the book!"

He squinted at it tilting his head to the side. "Yeah... it could be... "

I lit my wand and pointed it at the name on the headstone. "It says Ig—Ignotus, I think..."

"I'm going to keep looking for my parents, all right?" Harry told me, a slight edge to his voice, and he set off again, leaving me crouched beside the old grave.

After a moment I stood up and continued looking. I recognized many names but there was only one I was looking for. My eyes continued to search for the one name I wanted to see then stopped my stomach tightening. It was the same white stone as Dumbledore's tomb so it was easy to read the names. "Harry, they're here... right here."

He came rushing over and took in a sharp breath.

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.

"'The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death'... Isn't that a Death Eater idea? Why is that here?" Harry asked his face pale.

"It doesn't mean defeating death in the way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry," I said, my voice gentle. "It means... you know... living beyond death. Living after death."

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