Colours - h.potter

snakes in purple

The married couple were tangled in the sheets and comfort of their blankets and eachother, the curtains surrounding them gave them privacy. "I'm going to get dressed and meet Hermione outside." Lyra kissed Harry's cheek, wrapping a spare blanket around her as she chose a pair of trousers and one of Harry's jumpers. 

"You don't have to take the extra blanket." Harry teased, admiring the girl in front of him as she tied her hair up, fully clothed. "Shut up." She giggled, leaving the tent and sitting by her friend. 

"How're you feeling, Moine?"

"Same as always. Saw you and Harry, last night. Dancing." The girl smiled, her eyes trying to smile too, but failing. "Yeah. We're back to actually talking, I guess. Although we never had an actual reason to stop."

The conversation was cut short by the calls of Harry. "Snitches have flesh memories. But I didn't catch the first snitch with my hand, I almost swallowed it." Harry sat down with the girls, briefly pulling Lyra onto his lap as he passed the snitch to her. "I open at the close?" Lyra read off of the small 'ball', passing it to Hermione.

"What do you think that means?"

"I don't know. I found something as well. At first I thought it was an eye, but now I don't think it is. It isn't a rune, and it isn't anywhere in Spellman's Syllabary. Somebody inked it in. It isn't part of the book. Somebody drew it." Hermione pointed at a small drawing in her book. A triangle, a circle and a line.

"Luna's dad was wearing that at Bill and Fleur's wedding. Our wedding too." Lyra narrowed her eyes at the symbol. "Why would someone draw it in a children's book?"

"I want to go to Godric's Hollow. It's where I was born. It's where my parents died."

"That's exactly where he'll expect you to go because it means something to you." Hermione sighed, getting up. "But it means something to him too, Hermione. Voldy almost died there. It is a place where he could've hid a Horcrux." Lyra reasoned, squeezing Harry's hand.

"First off, Voldy?" Lyra shrugged. "And it's dangerous. But even I have to admit, recently I've been thinking we'll have to go there. I think it's possible something else is hidden there."

"The sword?" Lyra questioned, instantly reading her friend.

"If Dumbledore wanted Harry to find it, but didn't want it in the Ministry's hands, where better to hide it than the birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor?"

"Should we get going, then?" Instantly, the trio found themselves in Godric's Hollow, snow crunching under their feet. "We should've used polyjuice potion." Hermione stated, her eyes darting around the small town.

"No, this is where I was born. I'm not returning as someone else." Harry took hold of Lyra's hand as the three began trudging through the snow. "Happy anniversary, both of you." Hermione smiled at the couple. The pair looked at eachother, sharing a kiss and thanking their friend before reaching a cemetery.

"Harry, I think they're in there. Your parents and my grandmother." 

"You both go in, I'll be there in a bit." Lyra nodded, walking in with Harry next to her. They walked between rows in silence, Harry stopping after he saw Lyra's eyes linger on a certain headstone.

Annelise Lexson

January 20th, 1926 - February 6th, 1984.Loving daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother.

And next to it was another headstone Lyra recognized.

Thomas Lexson