ARRANGED TO BE LOVED ꩜ draco malfoy.

Bathilda Bagshot and Gellert Grindelwald

"Godric's Hollow is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor -- I mean, 'course it is. Obvious, isn't it?" Harry said

Y/n eyes him knowingly, "Harry, did you ever even open A History of Magic?" she said teasingly

"Tossed it at Neville once when he was snoring -- might've popped open." Harry said. Hermione had already went in.

Y/n smiles, then rises, collecting her books and blanket.

"Y/n..."

Words fail him. Y/n reaches out, lightly strokes his hair as she heads toward the tent.

"Don't ever let me give you a haircut again." She said.

~~~

Golden streetlights glimmer along a narrow road leading to the center of town. Christmas decorations twinkle in the windows of small cottages, roofs blanketed in snow. Y/n, Hermione and Harry apparate into view, wearing heavy coats and hats, scarves wrapped around their mouths.

"I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion." Hermione said

"No. This is where I was born. I'm not returning as someone else." Harry declared

He holds out both of his arms and Y/n and Hermione take it. They move off.

Y/n , Harry and Hermione walk, arms linked. A PUB DOOR opens briefly and LAUGHTER and MUSIC spill forth.

"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve! Listen..." Y/n said. Her voice is wistful. As they listen, VOICES carry from the church up ahead. Harry eyes the graveyard beyond.

"Do you think they'd be in there? My mum and dad?" Harry asked hopeful

"Yeah. I think they would." You answer him

The SINGING is FULL AND RICH here as Y/n, Harry and Hermione make their way through the snow toward the graveyard. Harry peers up at the STAINED GLASS windows glittering over him.

Harry pushes through a gate, then lets go of Hermione's hand, row upon row of snowy tombstones stretch before him. As he heads off, Hermione studies him, then follows.

Hermione pauses by a large tombstone freckled with lichen.

"Harry. Y/n" she whispered

"Is it -- ?" Harry asked.

"No. But look." She said

Harry steps over, looks: KENDRA DUMBLEDORE AND HER DAUGHTER ARIANA. A quotation is etched in the granite:

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

"Did you know he had a sister?" Y/n asked Harry. Harry stares at the stone, his face a mask.

"No." Harry turns away, walks off.

Hermione walks amid the stones, studying the names, then stops by an extremely old grave. She crouches.

"Lumos."

Hermione plays the wand's light over the surface of the stone, then stops. Though deeply worn by time, the symbol is unmistakable: the TRIANGULAR EYE. Hermione rakes the light over the name: IGNOTUS PEVERELL.

Ignotus... Hey, Y/ --

She stops. Harry and Y/n stand several rows away. Utterly still.

As he stares at the tombstones of his parents:

JAMES POTTER

Born 27 March 1960

Died 31 October 1981