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Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white...
10:47, 2010-Feb-5
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Snow lay upon all their heads, like fluffy white caps
Harry drew closer, gazing up into his parents' facesHe had never imagined that there would be a statueHow strange it was to see himself represented in stone, a happy baby without a scar on his forehead
"C'mon," said Harry, when he had looked his fill, and they turned again toward the churchAs they crossed the road, he glanced over his shoulder; the statue had turned back into the war memorial
The singing grew louder as they approached the churchIt made Harry's throat constrict, it reminded him so forcefully of Hogwarts, of Peeves bellowing rude versions of carols from inside suits of armor, of the Great Hall's twelve Christmas trees, of Dumbledore wearing a bonnet he had won in a cracker, of Ron in a hand-knitted sweater
There was a kissing gate at the entrance to the graveyardHermione pushed it open as quietly as possible and they edged through itOn either side of the slippery path to the church doors, the snow lay deep and untouchedThey moved off through the snow, carving deep trenches behind cartier pasha them as they walked around the building, keeping to the shadows beneath the brilliant windows
Behind the church, row upon row of snowy tombstones protruded from a blanket of pale blue that was flecked with dazzling red, gold, and green wherever the reflections from the stained glass hit the snowKeeping his hand closed tightly on the wand in his jacket pocket, Harry moved toward the nearest grave
"Look at this, it's an Abbott, could be some long-lost relation of Hannah's!"
"Keep your voice down," Hermione begged him
They waded deeper and deeper into the graveyard, gouging dark tracks into the snow behind them, stooping to peer at the words on old headstones, every now and then squinting into the surrounding darkness to make absolutely sure that they were unaccompanied
"Harry, here!"
Hermione was two rows of tombstones away; he had to wade back to her, his heart positively banging in his chest
"Is it - ?"
"No, but look!"
She pointed to the dark stoneHarry stooped down and saw , upon the frozen, lichen-spotted granite, the words Kendra Dumbledore chanel knockoff and, a short way down her dates of birth and death, and Her Daughter ArianaThere was also a quotation:
\iWhere your treasure is, there will your heart be alsoi
So Rita Skeeter and Muriel had got some of their facts rightThe Dumbledore family had indeed lived here, and part of it had died here
Seeing the grave was worse than hearing about itHarry could not help thinking that he and Dumbledore both had deep roots in this graveyard, and that Dumbledore ought to have told him so, yet he had never thought to share the connectionThey could have visited the place together; for a moment Harry imagined coming here with Dumbledore, of what a bond that would have been, of how much it would have meant to himBut it seemed that to Dumbledore, the fact that their families 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 shadowHe read the words on the tombstone again\iWhere your treasure is, there will your heart miu miu knock off be also\iHe did not understand what these words meantSurely Dumbledore had chosen them, as the eldest member of the family once his mother had died
"Are you sure he never mentioned - ?" Hermione began
"No," said Harry curtly, then, "let's 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 on 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 nameHermione showed him the symbol beneath it
"Harry, that's the mark in the book!"
He 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 rolex ladies beneath the nearly illegible name
Hermione lit her wand and pointed it at the name on the headstone
"It says Ig - Ignotus, I think "I'm 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 beside the old grave
Every now and then he recognized a surname that, like Abbott, he had met at HogwartsSometimes 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 Godric's HollowDeeper 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 deeperHarry looked around, worried, thinking of dementors, then realized that the carols had finished, that the chatter and flurry of churchgoers were fading away as they made their way back into the squareSomebody inside the church had just turned off the chanel silver clutch bag lig
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