BOOK: 3
Harry is back for his 6th year at Hogwarts with a new Potions Master, secret tasks from Dumbledore, a creepy book and a very suspicious Draco Malfoy, who is on a mission from the Drak Lord no one knows about.
Voldemort is on the rise and Jos...
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13 January: Godric’s Hollow
At midnight, four children stood in the town square, the ground beneath them blanketed in snow. The town was enveloped in slumber, with all lights extinguished save for a few flickering street lamps that illuminated the square. Harry raised his gaze to the statue depicting three figures: a man with disheveled hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a gentle countenance, and an infant boy cradled in his mother’s arms. Snow rested upon their heads like soft, white caps.
Harry approached the statue, gazing up at his mother’s face. She appeared content in that moment, yet no one, not even he, could comprehend the stress and fear they endured in their final moments. Harry was aware that his parents had died at a young age, but observing their faces filled him with an unsettling discomfort.
“Harry?” Hermione’s soft voice interrupted his contemplation as she gently tugged him toward the church and the graveyard beyond. “Should we?”
Harry nodded quietly, tightening his grip on her hand as he followed her. Draco and Ron trailed behind, vigilant and observant of their surroundings.
They passed numerous houses and the church. Behind the church, rows of snowy tombstones emerged from a thick blanket of white snow. They ventured deeper into the graveyard, leaving dark tracks in the snow behind them, pausing occasionally to examine the inscriptions on the aged headstones, squinting into the encroaching darkness to ensure they were alone.
It was not long before they stopped in front of their grave.
James Potter Born 27 March 1960 Died 31 October 1981
Lily Potter Born 30 January 1960 Died 31 October 1981
“Do you think he is in there?” Harry inquired, after all his father is alive, then what's buried beneath the tombstone.
Hermione didn’t answer, as she herself didn’t know. But Harry was not looking for answer anyways. Magic is complicated, especially dark magic and it is even more difficult to understand. It’s better to ignore than look for explanations. “Should we do something?”
“Like what?” Hermione asked.
“Take his name off of this. He is not dead. This just feels like- like…” Harry struggled to articulate his thoughts. “This is wrong. He is not dead… right? Or-”
“Potter. Someone’s watching us.” Draco interjected, prompting the four of them to turn to their left, where they noticed a person standing at a distance, watching them intently.
Harry rose to his feet and focused on the figure ahead. Although he couldn't clearly see her face from a distance, she appeared to be an elderly woman. He took a step forward, prompting Hermione to immediately caution him.
"It's alright," Harry reassured her, continuing his approach with his friends in tow.
As he reached her, they locked eyes, and he recognized her from his book. "Are you Bathilda?" he inquired.
