Amortentia (Dramione)

Godric's Hollow

Weeks had gone by since Ron left Harry and I. Weeks of constantly moving our campsite, covering our trail, thinking of what to do next.
How are we going to destroy a bloody Horcrux?!
That's when it hit me.
"The Sword of Gryffindor." I said out loud.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, "What was that?"

"Think of it." I said, walking towards him, "Dumbledore sent you on this mission. You, Harry. Where were you born? Godric's Hollow, which just so happens to be the birth place of Godric Gryffindor himself. Where else would Dumbledore hide the sword?"

"Hermione, you are a genius!" He exclaimed.

"It may be a bit dangerous, but it's worth a shot." I explained. "I think we could use a polyjuice potion to help make sure we don't get recognized. If we were caught..."

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

"Well why not?" I asked, crossing my arms.
It would be incredibly stupid to go as ourselves.

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

"I understand, but this could be dangerous. Everyone and their grandmother is looking for us." I told him.

"Mione, I can't."

"Okay Harry." I sighed
I still didn't like the idea, but I had to trust Harry.
I hope this won't bite us in the ass.
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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 whispered 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 the people heading over to the church and the sound of Christmas carols. "Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve. Listen."
I can't believe it. Christmas already?

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. We are running for our lives, we are trying to kill the most powerful wizard in history.

I couldn't help but notice that Harry couldn't keep his eyes off the graveyard, "Do you think they might be in there, Hermione? My mum and dad?" He suddenly asked.

I looked around for a bit before finally answering, "Yeah. I think they would."

Slowly, we split up and made our way to the graveyard to look around. As I explored, I came across a grave stone that had the deathly hollows symbol.
"Why is this here?" I asked myself out loud.
"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, who had tears in his eyes, 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, Mione."

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. Harry then kissed my cheek in a friendly gesture of my kindness, and laid my head back down.

After a few minutes of standing I noticed a woman to our left. Cautiously I peeked over and saw she was staring right at us.
"Harry, there's someone watching us by the church." I whispered, trying not to draw too much attention to it.

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." I admitted.
Something felt wrong. Something felt off.

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

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

Harry turned his head to the side for a moment, and then stopped dead in his tracks. There, on the corner of the street was his childhood home.
"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 is just too weird. And why hasn't she said anything to us?
When Bathilda started to lead Harry up stairs, I began to get 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.
Evil woman.

As I went deeper into the home, I began to smell 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 just as I realized what this was, and then I 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! Bathilda was Nagini, and she was about to attack Harry, but I got to him instead.
I grabbed Harry just as Nagini sprang back up from my spell. And then 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. That's when I took a look at my hand and realized what I had done.
Oh god.

"Hermione? What is it?" Harry asked.

"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 am such an idiot.
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