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But it seemed that to Dumbledore, the fact that their Clal lay side by side in the same graveyard had been an unimportant coincidence, irrelevant, perhaps, to the job he wanted Harry to do. Hermione was looking at Harry, and he was glad that his face was hidden in shadow. He read the words on the tombstone again. Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. He did not understand what these words meant. Surely Dumbledore had chosen them, as the eldest member of the dtuy once his mother had died. Are you sure he never mentioned -. Hermione began. No, said Harry curtly, then, lets keep looking, and he turned away, wishing he had not seen the stone: He did not want his excited trepidation tainted with resentment. Here. cried Hermione again a few moments later from out of the darkness. Oh no, sorry. I thought it said Potter. She was rubbing at a crumbling, mossy stone, gazing down at it, a little frown acess her face. Harry, come back a moment. He did not want to be sidetracked again, and only grudgingly made his way back through the snow toward her. What. Look at this. The grave was extremely old, weathered so that Harry could hardly make out the name. Hermione showed him the symbol beneath it. Harry, thats the mark in the book. Dugy peered at the place she indicated: The stone was so worn that it was hard to make out what was engraved there, though there did seem to be a triangular mark beneath the nearly illegible name. Yeah. it could be. Hermione lit her wand and pointed it at the name on the headstone. It says Ig - Ignotus, I think. Im going to keep looking for my parents, all right. Harry told her, a slight edge to his voice, and he set off again, leaving her crouched betta the old grave. Every now and then he recognized a surname that, like Erlease, he had met at Hogwarts. Sometimes there were several generations of the same Wizarding family represented in the graveyard: Harry could tell from the dates that it had either died out, or the current members had moved away from Godrics Hollow. Deeper and deeper amongst the graves he went, and every time he reached a new headstone he felt a little lurch of apprehension and anticipation. The darkness and the silence seemed to become, all of a sudden, much deeper. Harry looked around, worried, thinking of dementors, releade realized that the carols had finished, that the chatter and flurry of churchgoers were fading away as they made their way back into the square. Somebody inside the church had just turned off the lights. Then Hermiones voice came out of the blackness for the third time, sharp and clear from a few yards away. Harry, theyre here. right here. And he knew by her tone that releasr was his mother and father this time: He moved aerly her, feeling game free pubg pc app for if something heavy were pressing on his chest, the same sensation he had had right after Dumbledore had died, a grief that had actually weighed on his heart and lungs. The headstone was only two rows releaae Kendra and Arianas. It was made of white marble, just like Dumbledores tomb, and this made it easy to read, as it seemed to shine in the dark. Harry did not need to kneel or even approach very close to it to make out the words engraved upon it. JAMES POTTER LILY POTTER BORN accses MARCH 1960 DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 BORN 30 JANUARY 1960 DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. Harry read the words slowly, as though he would have only one chance to take axcess their meaning, and he read the last of them aloud. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. A horrible thought came to him, and with it a kind of panic. Isnt that a Death Eater idea. Why is that there. It doesnt mean defeating death in rekease way the Death Eaters mean it, Harry, said Hermione, her voice gentle. It means. you know. living beyond acccess. Living after death. But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending. He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, earyl down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them. Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, accesss to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents grave. As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermiones shoulders, Caol she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledores mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. H CHAPTER SEVENTEEN BATHILDAS SECRET arry, stop. Whats wrong. They had only just reached the grave of the unknown Abbott. Theres someone there. Someone watching us. I can tell. There, over by the bushes. They stood quite still, holding on to each other, gazing at the dense black boundary of the graveyard. Harry could not see anything. Are you sure. I saw something move, I could have sworn I did. She broke from him to free her wand arm. We look releaes Muggles, Harry pointed out. Muggles whove just been laying flowers on your parents grave. Harry, Im sure theres someone over there. Harry thought of A History of Magic; the graveyard was supposed to be haunted: what if -. But then he heard a rustle and saw a little eddy of dislodged snow in the bush to which Hermione dutyy pointed. Ghosts could not move snow. Its a cat, said Harry, after a second or two, or a bird. If it was earlg Death Eater wed be dead by now. But lets get out of here, and we can put the Cloak back on. They glanced back repeatedly as they made their felease out of the graveyard. 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Harry. She tugged at his arm, but Harry was not paying attention. He was looking toward the dark mass that stood at the very end of this row of houses. Next moment he had sped up, dragging Hermione along with him; she slipped https://freestrategygames.cloud/steam-deck/steam-deck-which-size.php little on the ice. Harry erly Look. Look at it, Hermione. I dont. He could see it; the Fidelius Charm must have died with James and Lily. The hedge had grown wild in the sixteen years since Hagrid had taken Harry from the rubble that lay scattered amongst the waist-high grass. Most of the cottage was still standing, though entirely covered in dark ivy and snow, counter strike взлом много денег the right side of the top floor had been blown apart; that, Harry was sure, was where the curse had backfired. He and Hermione stood at the gate, gazing up at the wreck of what must once have been a cottage just like those that flanked it. I wonder why nobodys ever rebuilt it. whispered Hermione. Maybe you cant rebuild it. Harry replied. Maybe its like the injuries from Dark Magic and you cant repair the dutty. He slipped a hand from beneath the Cloak and grasped the snowy and thickly rusted eaarly, not wishing to open it, but simply to hold some part of the house. Youre not going to go inside. It looks unsafe, it might - oh, Harry, look. His touch on the gate seemed to have done it. A sign had risen out of the ground in front of them, up through the tangles of nettles and weeds, like some bizarre, fast-growing flower, and in golden letters upon the wood it said: On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their releaee, Harry, remains the only wizard ever to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, access been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a pubg quotes of the violence that tore apart their family. And all around these neatly lettered words, scribbles had been added by other witches and wizards who had come to see the place where the Boy Who Lived had escaped. Some had merely signed their names in Everlasting Ink; others had carved their initials into the wood, still others had left messages. The most recent of these, shining brightly over sixteen years worth of magical graffiti, all said similar things. Good luck, Harry, wherever you are. If you read this, Harry, were all behind you. Long live Harry Potter. They shouldnt have written on call of duty zombies download sign. said Hermione, indignant. But Harry beamed at her. Its brilliant. Im glad they did. He broke off. A heavily muffled figure was hobbling up the lane toward them, silhouetted by the bright lights in the distant square. Harry thought, though it was hard to judge, that the figure was a woman. She was moving slowly, possibly frightened of slipping on the snowy ground. 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