11. Bathilda Bagshot

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We landed in the middle of the street and found ourselves looking around.

"I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion," I rolled my eyes at Granger but smirked as I placed the transfiguration spell on myself, I was unrecognizable.

Granger nodded understanding that I'd bring them even more trouble if anyone recognized me but Harry only shook his head.

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

I nodded, "Yes, where you were born. But, I'm staying like this."

They both shook their heads at my antics as I peered into a window. There was a family around a table, singing holiday songs.

"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve."

I nodded, "Yeah, definitely."

We stopped in our tracks when Harry found himself gazing at the cemetery, "Do you think they'd be in there? My mom and dad."

"Let's find out," I strutted into the cemetery as the two followed behind me.

We walked through the cemetery and soon Harry stopped at a stone, assuming it was his parents. But I kept going.

Every stone I read sounded familiar, then it clicked.

These were families I ruined because they tried to kill me, which made me look out into the distance

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These were families I ruined because they tried to kill me, which made me look out into the distance.

There it was.

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