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Chapter 11: Godric's Hollow

Song of this chapter: Mind Doodles by Gabriel Vitel
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"Godric's Hollow."

"Harry..."

"Godric's Hollow."

"No, Harry.."

"I said Godric Hollow!"

Draco stared at Harry for a few moments. Now potter was standing in front of him like this? It was impossible to let Harry go to his parents' grave anyway. Ever since Harry realized that Ginny wasn't really in front of him, his expression had changed from numbness to anger. It was terribly incomprehensible. All this time, Draco was giving Harry his prescription drugs. He would sit next to Potter and check their effect. He would not be idle during that time either. He was scribbling on the papers he had. He stared at Potter and shook his head as a sign of apology.

He came to himself for a moment and realized that his head was involuntarily shaking in the same expression of sorry.

"You don't understand." Potter probably took it as a sign of no.

Harry was right. Draco couldn't understand how he could inspire that wandering spirit to get up, walk all the way up the stairs to the library, and say he wanted to go to Godric's Hollow as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. Draco didn't understand that Harry needed to feel love. He thought that the old grief of a lost family would hurt Harry.

But Harry needed to see his family. He had to hold on to support. After all, Draco didn't understand how Harry knew he had to show up in the library. As far as he understood, Harry would forget everything that had happened after a while. He accepted all his misunderstandings. Without saying a word, he nodded in agreement and went to his room to take his coat. He was already regretting his decision.

Nervously, he picked up a quill and wrote the date of that day on the nearest piece of paper. With the corner of his eye, he looked at the narrow rod on his desk and drew a line on the date, paying attention to the direction of its shadow. He cursed Hermione under his breath for making him write dates and left the room.

Harry was leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, twirling his wand in his hand. The invisibility cloak was still on his shoulders. Without a word, Potter walked ahead of Draco to get out of the anti-apparate range. He was staring into the distance. As soon as he felt Draco's cold hand on his invisible shoulder, he apparated before he or Draco could change their minds about going to Godric's Hollow.