Harry: So…still moping?
Hermione: *staring at a book* Uh huh.
Harry: Because you don't look very mopish.
Hermione: *still staring at the book* Uh huh.
Harry: You're not paying attention to me, are you?
Hermione: *still staring at the book* Uh huh.
Harry: Look, I don't get what the big deal is. He was a pain in my butt, sometimes literally, and added nothing to the team. Why are you so upset that he's gone?
Hermione: *still staring at the book* Uh huh?
Harry: Whatever. Anyway, look, I was thinking…
Phineas: *from inside the bag* That you'd tell me where you are?
Harry: Why the hell would we do that?
Phineas: We could share news. You tell me where you are, and I tell you what's happening at Hogwarts.
Harry: Oh yeah? Like what?
Phineas: Like there seems to be a small group of students protesting everything their poor headmaster is doing.
Harry: Poor headmaster? He murdered his predecessor.
Phineas: I thought you hated him?
Harry: I also hate Snape. What's your point?
Phineas: Well, where are you?
Harry: I never said I'd tell you where I am.
Phineas: …son of a bitch *leaves, not that they could see him*
Harry: Anyway Hermione…
Hermione: Harry, shut up and look at this *points at something in her book*
Harry: Okay, but you know I didn't take Ancient Runes.
Hermione: Good, because this isn't a Rune. Someone just wrote it into the book.
Harry: Then what is… *sees what she's pointing at* Oh, hey, it's Grindelwald's mark.
Hermione: Grindelwald didn't have a mark.
Harry: That's not what Viktor said when he tried to kill Luna's dad back at the wedding.
Hermione: So, any ideas what it might be?
Harry: Eh, if we're talking about it, it'll probably come up on its own soon enough. Speaking of important…
Hermione: You wanna go to Godric's Hollow?
Harry: HEY! I wanted to say that.
Hermione: In any case, it's the only place we haven't investigated, and we haven't got any other clues, so why not?
Harry: Huh, I was just gonna go visit my parent's graves.
Hermione: The biggest problem is that there might be Death Eaters watching the place.
Harry: Do you really think he has the resources for that?
Hermione: He's got three people at Hogwarts, including one of his best.
Harry: …let's just go already. Maybe we can talk to Bathilda Bagshot while we're there. Apparently she knew Dumbledore and my parents. She might even know about the sword.
Hermione: Okay, but we're going to need disguises. I'm gonna get some Polyjuice Potion.
*later, in Godric's Hollow*
Harry: Okay, the disguises I get, but did we need the Invisibility Cloak? This is a mostly wizarding community anyway.
Hermione: You never know who might be watching.
Random bystander: Holy shit, ghosts.
Harry: *pulling off the cloak* We're not ghosts, we're people.
Random bystander: Holy shit, people ghosts.
Harry: That's…typically what ghosts are.
Hermione: Come on Harry, let's see what we can find.
Harry: Interesting that this place has a war memorial despite being mostly wizards *leans a little too close to the memorial* Holy shit, I have a statue.
Hermione: How do you know?
Harry: Because it specifically says my name. And my parents are in this. Look.
Hermione: Huh, so they are.
Harry: So, how does the non-magic believer explain this?
Hermione: Harry, we're on a mission.
Harry: I'm taking that as a "I can't".
Hermione: Harry, graveyard. There.
Harry: I'm gonna ride this win for a while.
Hermione: That's it, I'm finding your parents graves just to depress you.
Harry: Pfft, like that's gonna happen.
Hermione: Found 'em.
Harry: See, not depressed.
Hermione: Then why are you crying?
Harry: *trying to hold back tears* I'm not crying. This is…sweat. Yeah, that's right. Manly, manly sweat.
Hermione: A real man can admit they're crying *sees something* Hey, look at this.
Harry: Is it Dumbledore's family's graves?
Hermione: No, those were over there somewhere. This guy, Ignotus, has the Grindelwald mark on his grave. I wonder if he…
Harry: *full on bawling* CAN YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME MOURN THE FAMILY I NEVER HAD?!