The Key (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Chapter 38: Godric's Hollow

Amelia's P.O.V

So Harry and I have FINALLY persuaded Hermione to go to Godric's Hollow, but she's still quite reluctant about going. I'm not sure how I feel about it, we need to go to see if there is a Horcrux or the Sword of Gryffindor there, but I feel weird about seeing the house our parents died in. They're graves will obviously be there, and I'm not to sure about seeing them either, everytime I think about what happened the night they died all I can remember is a blinding green light, and that's it. I often think about what life would've been like if the whole Voldemort situation never started, it would definately be a lot simpler than it is now.Mum and Dad would still be alive, I wouldn't have been locked up for fifteen years and we wouldn't be famous around the whole wizard world. However, I might not have met any of the people I love and adore if it hadn't of occurred that night. I wouldn't have lived with the Weasley's, and my life wouldn't be an adventure like it is now. So in a way, I'm quite thankful that things turned out this way, as horrible as that sounds. We're getting on without Ron fine, I guess, we're just worried about him. What if he was caught by snatchers and taken to the Ministry? That probably isn't the case, because a list of witches and wizards taken to the Ministry comes on the radio every night. I still listen to that old, battered thing before I go to bed, despite how irritating it is, I just want to know whether everyone is safe. I haven't heard the name of any of the Weasley's or anyone I know, except one person. Dean Thomas went missing with his father a few months ago, his Mum and sisters must be desperate for news on his whereabouts. I haven't stopped thinking about the message on that ring ever since I read it, yet I still have no idea of what it means. So either Harry, Hermione and I are outragously stupid ot Dumbledore made the clues impossible to figure out, and I honestly don't know which it is. Anyway, from how cold it's getting Christmas must be drawing close, but none of us know the precise date, as we didn't bring a calender, who would? We still live in that tiny tent we have, and it's beginning to feel quite homey -if you get what I mean- because we've stayed there for at least four months. I miss the Burrow, though, that's my real home, with Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. I miss all of them terribly, and I'm itching to know how they are getting on, but there's no way I can do that, without facing capture and death, that is.

I dragged myself from the comfy sofa and stuffed my hand in my bag to find a change of clothes, as I wasn't dressed appropriately for the current weather conditions. You see, Harry, Hermione and I were about to go to Godric's Hollow to look around, find out about the sword and the Horcruxes. We're not in any way sure that either of those things would be hidden there, but it's a possibility. I sleepily pulled on this: [polyvore] and walked over to Hermione and Harry, who were both ready to go.

"Is wittle Amy tired?" Harry asked, sticking his bottom lip out and I nodded, letting out a yawn. I stood between the two and closed my eyes, grabbed their hands whilst doing so , that familiar tube sensation sucking me through, restricting my breathing. With a loud crack, our fee were firmly planted on solid ground. I opened my scrunched eyes to have a gush of blistering wind punch me. I looked around at my surroundings to see a quiet little village, rows of cosy-looking houses lined either side of us and turned into another street. A blanket of pure white snow coated every flat surface, the snowflakes sparkling in the bright moonlight. The sky was a dark navy blue with golden stars dotted everywhere, just twinkling. There was a small church in a field next to us, gravestones lined up outside it. It was a truely beautiful place, I was glad I was born here, I wouldn't want to have been anywhere else.

"I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion." Hermione told us, her voice hushed and quiet.

"No." Harry said immediately. "This is where we were born, we're not returning as someone else." A bell then starting tolling loudly from the church, and a choirs chiming voices rung from it, it must've been Christmas eve.