Unexpected Love

Chapter 3

While Harry and I discussed how to destroy a Horcrux it occurred to me that only one thing could do it.
"The Sword of Gryffindor." I explained.

"Hermione, you're a genius!" Harry exclaimed. "Only one problem. Where are we going to find the sword?"

"Well isn't it obvious?"

"Uh...no. That would be why I asked." Harry said.

"Enough of the sass." I rolled my eyes, "Godric's Hollow."

"Are you just saying this because you know I want to go back there?" He asked.

"No. You want to go and I agree. But I can't think of anywhere else it would be. It may be a bit dangerous, but it's worth a shot. Dumbledore must've known you would want to go back. Not to mention it's where Godric Gryffindor was born...as well as yourself." I explained. "I think we could use a polyjuice  potion to help make sure we don't get recognized."

"I don't know about that, Hermione."

"Well why not?" I asked.

Harry sat down, "I don't want to pretend I'm someone else while I'm there."

I linked my arms around his waist, "I understand, but this could be dangerous. Everyone and their grandmother is looking for us."
Is he mental?

"Mione, I can't."

"Okay Harry."
I still didn't like the idea, but I had to trust Harry.
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When we apparated to Godric's Hollow I couldn't help but feel weary.
"I still think we should use polyjuice potion." I suggested to Harry.

Harry shook his head, "No. This is where I was born. I'm not pretending I'm someone else."

As we looked around, the church bell to the left of us started ringing. It gave me an even worse feeling.
I held onto Harry's arm tightly, feeling comfort in his touch. Looking around I realized there were people heading over to the church and there was echos of Christmas carols.
"Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve. Listen."

We paused to listen to the glorious voices in the church building. It made me feel bittersweet. Around this time we would all be in a safe place, having fun, being with friends and family, but we're not.

Harry couldn't keep his eyes off the graveyard, "Do you think they might be in there, Hermione? My mum and dad?"

I looked around for a bit before finally answering, "Yeah. I think they would."
I turned to Harry and kissed him lightly, then lead him into the graveyard.

We split up and looked around. I came across a grave stone that had the deathly hollows symbol. "Why is this here?" I asked myself. "Hey, Harry?" I called to him and turned around.

Harry was staring at two gravestones, hunched over. I knew he had found his parents.
Slowly, I walked behind him, sorrow taking over my body. I looked to Harry, then back at Lily and James Potter's stones. Kneeling down, I took out my wand. With it, I made a tiny wreath with beautiful roses on it.
When I stood up Harry was crying. He wiped his eyes and told me "Merry Christmas."

Tears welled in my eyes, "Merry Christmas, Harry."
I took hold of his arm, and placed my head on his shoulder.
We didn't speak, all we did was embrace each other. Looking up at him, I brought his lips down to mine and kissed him. After we broke apart, I stared at him deep in the eyes.
Harry kissed my cheek and laid my head back down.

After a few minutes of standing I noticed a woman to my left. Cautiously I peeked over and saw she was staring right at us.
"Harry, there's someone watching us by the church." I whispered.

He tilted his head to make it look as if he were looking at me, "I think I know who that is."

I knew exactly what he was thinking. Harry took my hand in his and led me towards the woman. We followed her down the street. "Harry I don't like this."

"Hermione, she knew Dumbledore. She might have the sword." He whispered.

"She hasn't said a word to us." I pointed out.

Harry turned to the side and stopped dead in his tracks. There, on the corner of the street was his house. "This is where they died, Hermione. This is where he murdered them."

An odd feeling rose in my chest. This place seemed to be haunted with the past and what happened. The old woman now came up to us, staring blankly at Harry.

"You're Bathilda, aren't you?" Harry asked her.
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While we were in Bathilda's house, I kept my eye out for anything suspicious. This was just too weird. And why hasn't she said anything to us?
When Bathilda started to lead Harry up stairs, I got antsy.
"Harry. No." I whispered to him. But of course he didn't pay attention to me.

A bit angry, I started to do some investigating.
"Lumos." I whispered and my wand gave me light.
While I searched I came across a book of Albus Dumbledore. When I turned it around I saw Rita Skeeter.
"Ugh." I rolled my eyes and tossed it aside.

I went deeper into the home and smelt something dreadfully awful. When I stepped inside a tiny room I saw nasty flies all over the place and blood all over the room. I gasped and heard a commotion upstairs. "Harry!"

I stumbled trying to reach him, but eventually I ran up the stairs and waved my wand just in time! Nagini was about to attack Harry, but I got to him instead.
I grabbed Harry just as Nagini sprang back up! With a wave of Harry's wand, we disapparated out of the house.
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When we landed back at the tent, I started to hyperventilate a bit. We just nearly escaped death.
"Hermione, Hermione!" Harry almost yelled, grabbing a hold of me.

"Jesus, Harry! We could have been killed!" I yelled.

Harry took me into his arms and held me tight. I took a look at my hand and realized what I had done.
Oh god.

"Hermione? What is it?"

"Harry. You're not going to like me." I stated.
He looked into my hand and saw his wand snapped in half.
"Harry, I'm so sorry. It must have been the curse I used before we left."

"Hermione. It's....it's okay."

I knew it wasn't and he was trying to keep his cool.
"I'm so sorry, Harry." I said again.

Without a word, he stood up and went into the tent.
God I was such an idiot.
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(A/N:)

I'm glad I'm finically getting some responses to the book! I'm seriously loving it to far! I hope you are too!
P.S. Some of the things in my book will be a bit different than in the series, so try to bear with me!

-Bree