his chosen one | harry james potter

Godric's Hollow

florence pov

Hermione and Harry explained to me everything they had figured out while I was gone.

They think that the sword of Gryffindor is in Godric's Hollow, so what did we do? We apparated to Godric's Hollow.

I looked around the dimly lit street. There was a light layer of snow on the roofs and ground of the cozy little houses that lined the streets. It looks just like a muggle neighboured. You wouldn't ever be able to tell it's not.

"I still think we should've used polyjuice potion." Hermione said quietly as we walked down the middle of the empty road.

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

A bell tolled in the distance.

As we continued our walk, I admired the beautiful wreaths and soft glow of the lights strung from door to door.

Wait........wreaths.........lights.........

I stopped and turned to them as I heard a choir singing from the church. "I think it's Christmas Eve."

They looked at me.

I pointed towards the church. "Listen."

I cant believe it's Christmas already. It has always been my favourite time of the year, to me it's always been filled with light and it made me feel so alive, but now it feels dark, dead.

The faint noise of a choir singing sent a dark cloud of sadness over the three of us.

Hermione turned to us with tears in her eyes. "Merry Christmas." She said quietly as she sniffed.

I faced her, smiled sadly and whispered. "Merry Christmas."

I linked arms with them both and we slowly carried on walking. Harry stopped as we passed a graveyard. He stared at the graves as if looking for a specific one.

"Do you think they'd be in there? My mum and dad?" He asked, not looking away.

I turned to face him. He didn't usually mention his parents much, apart from to me.

We've talked about them loads, but he doesn't like mentioning them in front of many other people.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think they would." I answered while walking to the entrance.

Harry and Hermione followed after me. We all split up and began wandering around the graveyard, all in search of one tombstone.

Lily and James Potter.

I watched as Hermione wiped a layer of snow from one of the graves and bent down to examine it. I walked over to see who's it was.

"Ignotus Peverall." She read slowly.

Above the name was the same symbol that was etched into Hermione's book, and from Mr Lovegood's necklace.