My Love For You

Chapter 20: Godric's Hollow

We left Grimmauld Place and stole back Slytherin's Locket from Umbridge at the Ministry. Knowing that we're fugitives now, we're on the run.

Harry paced the tent we pitched in the woods, "We just need to destroy it. But we can't destroy it normally, so with what?"

Hermione snapped her fingers, "There are many ways. Basilisk venom, fiendfyre, and many other ways."

Harry jumps up. "We just need Gryffindor's sword!! That sword has some venom in it from when I killed that basilisk back in our second year!!"

"But how do we get the sword?" I ask, "You pulled it out of the Sorting Hat back then, right? But we don't have it now."

Harry grinned, "That's next on our agenda. Find out where it is." Harry, Hermione, and I group hug in joy and laughter.

Ron slumps in his seat. "What about me, guys?"

Hermione turns to him. "Well, you aren't being too helpful at the moment. Can't you lighten up?"

Ron scowls. "No, I won't. This is just- Why are you all excited to go after this mission? I'm just worried for our families."

Harry looks at Ron. "You wanted to help with this mission. Can't you lighten up a little?"

Suddenly, Ron becomes enraged. "You have no idea how I feel, Harry!! Your parents are dead!! You have no family!!"

I have to pull Ron back from attacking Harry. "Of course, we're all worried!! Harry is too, and being an orphan doesn't change that. Don't you remember how upset he got when your dad was in the hospital?" Ron huffs, clicking his tongue in disbelief. "We're just determined to stop You-Know-Who, Ron."

Hermione's eyes drop to the locket hanging around his neck. "Why are you wearing that?! It could be manipulating you to think these awful things!"

Ron grunts tossing the locket onto the table. "Well, I'm going home." He apparates away.

Hermione sits on the chair he was previously sitting in. "Ron, your hot-head personality was going to inhibit you at some point." She sobs quietly.

I walked over and hugged her. " We shouldn't let this inhibit our progress, though. He'll blow off steam and come back."

"Will he?"

"I'm sure of it." I smile, "He's Ron!"

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We stood in the center of the street in Godric's Hollow. Harry looked around, taking in all the sights. We wandered over to a house that looked destroyed. A stone podium came up, explaining that it was the Potters' house. I turned to Harry and saw that he had tears in his eyes. I hugged him as we read the engraving together.

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death." Well-wishers had scribbled their loving notes of grief and hopeful messages for Harry.

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As they moved to walk inside the gate, a woman with wild, grayish-black hair and pale skin appeared, slightly startling us. "Who are you?"Harry asked.

She said nothing, leading us inside the house. We followed her nervously into the sitting room. Harry scanned over all the pictures.

He saw one photo that caught his eye. "Who is this?" He asked the woman. Again, she had no answer. He asked, "Bathilda?" She nodded. "Bathilda, who is this man?"

She didn't respond again but instead pointed upstairs. "Girls, I think she wants us to go upstairs." Moving towards the stairs, Hermione said, "Well, let's go!"