Rose (H.P. FanFic) 4

Chapter Nine

We arrive in Godric Hollow, going on a lead that Harry and Hermione have. The streets were empty and full of snow. We were covered in coats and hats as to stay warm in the winter air. "I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion." Hermione whispers to us.

"No. This is where Rose and I were born. I'm not returning as someone else." Harry tells her.

I hadn't really thought about it like that. This was supposed to be home for us. But it never was. Home for me was with Uncle Severus, and then Hogwarts. Now I have neither. A church bell tolls, snapping out of my thoughts. Harry holds his arms out for Hermione and I to take, which we do and begin our walk down the quiet street.

The silence was broken from laughter behind us. Some men exit a pub, laughing and walking some other direction. "Harry, Rose, I think it's Christmas Eve! Listen..." Hermione says to us.

I ignore the laughter and bell tolls, listening for the soft tones of Christmas music coming from the homes around. Wow, we've really been on the run for so long. I wonder how everyone is doing? Is Fred with his brother in Diagon Alley, safe? Are the rest of the Weasley's okay? Or are they on the run as well? Is Ron safe? Is Severus okay? Is Luna okay?

"Do you think they'd be in there? Our mum and dad?" Harry's voice breaks me from my thoughts once more. I look in the direction that he was looking to see a graveyard.

"Yeah. Most likely." I whisper the response, still looking into the graveyard.

"I think they would." Hermione says softly to us.

The three of us enter the graveyard. We split up to look for their head stone, if they were here. The snow covered the ground here a bit more thickly, adding a crunch with every step I took. Looking back over at the others I see Harry had stopped while Hermione was still wandering. I make my way to Harry and see he's found the grave.

                                 JAMES POTTER                                                     LILY POTTER                                           

 Born 30 January 1960                                        Born 27 March 1960       

Died 31 October 1981                                        Died 31 October 1981

Read the headstone. 21, they died so young. I had never thought about them enough, I feel guilty for that. I was curious, but I didn't look into it, not as much as Harry. I know he has that photo of them. We did look like them. I guess constantly having that reminder never made me want to look into it more, never made me think enough about them.

I grab Harry's hand, and squeeze it, still looking at the headstone. He squeezes it back. I hear Hermione walk towards us, and looks the stone. She kneels down and raises her wand and has a small wreath of Christmas roses appear at the base of the headstone, before standing again.

I hear Harry sniffle, I glance and see some tears stream down his face. "Merry Christmas Hermione." he says to her.

"Merry Christmas Harry." she replies in a whisper.

"And to a Happy New Year." I whisper, feeling a tear run down my face. I feel Harry change from holding my hand to pulling me into a side hug as we continue to stare at the grave. Hermione doing the same to Harry, placing her head on his shoulder.

"There is someone watching us." Hermione whispers, after a moment of silence. "By the church." she continues, turning to face us.

We turn subtly to 'face' Hermione, over her shoulder, I see a older lady indeed by the church just looking over at us, she slowly turns and begins to walk away. "I think I know who that is." Harry whispers to us.

We begin to follow the woman, slowly and from a distance. Chills going down my back, not liking this one bit. "I don't like this Harry." Hermione whispers to him.

"Me neither." I agree with her, just wanting to turn back and go back into hiding.

"She knew Dumbledore, she might have the sword." he says to us, as we continue to walk.

Harry stops causing me to stop, I look and see a mostly destroyed house. A pit forms in my stomach. "This is where they died, Hermione. This is where he murdered them." Harry explains to Hermione, as he steps up to the gate.

We all look to our left, sensing someone else with us, the lady we were following was standing right before us. An uneasy feeling returning as she stared at us. "You're Bathilda, aren't you?" Harry questions her.

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She leads us to her home. Not once have I been comfortable sense laying eyes on this woman. Maybe it was just the paranoia from over the months, but I was on edge. But Harry has questions, hopefully ones she can answer.

She attempts to light a match to light a candle, but her hands shake unable to do that, "Here. Let me do that." Harry offers, taking the matches from her and lighting the match. She stares at him, then turns and stares at Hermione and I. Not once saying a word.

Harry walks over to a table, illuminating something for him to see, "Miss Bagshot? Who is this man?" he asks the woman, who slowly turns back to look at Harry. I look and see a picture is what he was looking at.

She grabs the now lite candle, and walks past him, not giving him an answer. She walks upstairs, and Harry follows. "Harry!" Hermione whispers for him, but he ignores her, following Bathilda up.

I look at Hermione concerned and she returns the look. Glad I'm not the only one uncomfortable with this woman. We begin to walk around, Hermione using Lumos on her wand as we wait for Harry. Hermione found a book, looking over her shoulder it was Rita Skeeter's new book on Dumbledore.

I tense, hearing the hissing of parseltongue being used upstairs. Looking up, concerned on what was happening now, no noticing Hermione leave my side. I could feel the anxiety traveling up my body. "Hermione.." I whisper in fear, wanting to leave.

I look and see her looking in a room she gasps, "Harry!" she shouts, having spot something in the room. Banging happens upstairs, she turns around and rushes towards me, grabbing my arm, dragging my frozen form with her.

Reaching the upstairs I see a giant snake, His snake. It dives for Hermione, but she shoots at it, blinding it, confusing it with the spell causing it to miss as we move out of the way, falling through the floorboards to the ground floor.

We stay away from the hole that the snake had made. Hermione quickly grabs Harry's wand that was near the hole crawling back to us as we stayed behind a bed, waiting for the snake to reappear.

After a moment, nothing happens. We slowly stand, seeming safe, when it suddenly leaps from the hole towards us, its fangs ready to strike anyone of us. I scream from surprise, "Confringo!" Hermione hits it with another spell. Flames hit it. Hermione grabs us, we apparate from the house.

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