Indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot theninstantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending?
He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking 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, trying to
Steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something o 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 Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers
Around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past
Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing
Gate.
Bathilda’s Secret
"Harry, stop."
"What's wrong?"
They had only just reached the grave of the unknown Abbott.
"There's 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 like Muggles," Harry pointed out.
"Muggles who've just been laying flowers on your parents' grave? Harry, I'm sure there's
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 had pointed. Ghosts could not move snow.
"It's a cat," said Harry, after a second or two, "or a bird. If it was a Death Eater we'd be
dead by now. But let's get out of here, and we can put the Cloak back on."
They glanced back repeatedly as they made their way out of the graveyard. Harry, who
Did not feel as sanguine as he had pretended when reassuring Hermione, was glad to
Reach the gate and the slippery pavement. They pulled the Invisibility Cloak back over
Themselves. The pub was fuller than before. Many voices inside it were now singing the
Carol that they had heard as they approached the church. For a moment, Harry considered
Suggesting they take refuge inside it, but before he could say anything Hermione
murmured, "Let's go this way," and pulled him down the dark street leading out of the
Village in the opposite direction from which they had entered. Harry could make out the
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