The Other Granger- COMPLETED

Chapter 28

Elaine's POV: 

When our feet landed in Godric's Hollow, snow was falling rapidly.  Snow quickly covered my hair, leaving it sopping wet.  "Let's go this way," Harry said as we all zipped our coats and marched forward.   

The first place Harry wanted to look was the cemetery. He didn't think the sword of Gryfinndor would be there, but he did want to find his parents' grave.

As we walked towards the cemetery, the snow crunching under our feet was the only sound we heard until we passed the church. It was packed with people singing. "Guys, I think it's Christmas Eve," I said as the song 'Joy to the World' filled the air. 

 As we walked on, Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He was staring at something in between a bunch of trees. It was a house. A small plaque in front of the house told us that it belonged to Harry and his family. "This is my house...this is the place where he killed my parents," Harry said quietly. I gently placed my hand on shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. Hermione and I thought it be best not to interrupt Harry while he was looking at his old house, so we remained silent for about ten minutes until he was ready to continue. Harry, Hermione and I stepped up to the gate leading to the graveyard. Harry swung the gate open and we followed him in. "It'd be quicker if we fanned out," Hermione suggested so we did just that. It was until a few rows of gravestones in that I saw the sign...the one Hermione kept seeing.  The triangle, circle and line sign. I called Hermione over as I brushed the snow off, revealing the sign completely. The stone was so old that it was very difficult to read but I managed to figure out most of it. The headstone read Ingotus Peverell. There was also a quote underneath the name but it was too difficult to figure out. 

 "Hey Harry," Hermione said, calling him over, but as we turned around, we saw him staring at something. Hermione and I looked at each other, knowing that Harry found what he was looking for.

As we walked up to him and his parents' grave, Harry was crying. Tears were slowly streaming down his face as he read the stone over and over again. Knowing what it would mean to him, I pulled out my wand and created a beautiful rose wreath. I leaned it against their headstone and stood back up next to Harry and Hermione.

It felt like we were standing in front of their graves for ages before anyone spoke. It was Hermione who broke the silence. "Someone's watching us by the church," Hermione said in a whisper. I slowly peaked over my shoulder and saw an old woman in a giant coat just watching us. "I think I know who that is. That's Bathilda Bagshot, she might have the sword," Harry said. With much protest from Hermione, we followed Harry towards this old lady.  Hermione and I both pulled out our wands and tucked them in our sleeves just in case. 

Walking carefully not to slip on the ice, we followed the woman into her house. My first impression of the house was that it smelled really nasty. There was a thick layer of dust on everything that the only light inside was that from the candle. Hermione quickly slipped out her wand and lit the fireplace while I, with a wave of my wand, cleared the dust from the room. "I think she wants me to go upstairs with her...alone," Harry said breaking the silence. "Harry are you sure you should be doing that? I don't like this at all," I answered, my voice was shaking. I knew something was off, but before I could protest more, Harry was halfway up the stairs. Moments later as I was searching through the house, I came upon a small closet. When I opened it there were flies, and the smell was most rancid here. As I looked up, blood dripped down onto the floor right in front of me. "HERMIONE!" I screamed, but before I could tell her what was wrong, we heard a crash coming from upstairs. I grabbed my sister's hand and bolted up the stairs trying to see where Harry was. 

As we reached the top of the stairs, we saw Harry struggling. He was fighting with something, but I couldn't tell what it was. I wanted to go and help Harry, but I didn't want to send a spell his way that would hurt him too. Once I realized that it was a gigantic snake he was fighting, I sent a stunning spell and it blasted through the floor. I quickly grabbed Harry, who had a nasty bite in his arm, and pulled him behind the bed near Hermione. Harry was groaning in pain and clutching his scar. "He's coming," he said. I knew it was now or never. Just as the snake reappeared from downstairs, I held tightly onto Harry and Hermione and we apparated away.