Just Like Magic (Cedric Diggory and Hermione Granger Fan fiction)

Chapter 39: Christmas

Harry studied the drawing. "Luna's dad was wearing that at Bill and Fleur's wedding."

"What d'you mean-wearing it?"

"Around his neck." Harry clarified. "Like an amulet. I didn't think much of it at the time. You know Luna-she's always got some mad thing or the other she's carrying around. I just figured it ran in the family."

I shook my head in an attempt to gather my thoughts. "Why would someone have drawn it in a children's book?"

Harry eyed me for a moment. "Hermione, I've been thinking. I-I want to go to Godric's Hollow. It's where I was born, its where my parents died-"

I interrupted him. "And it's exactly where You-Know-Who will expect you to go. Because it means something to you."

"But it means something to him too, Hermione." Harry pointed out. "You-Know-Who almost died there. Wouldn't that be just the kind of place he'd hide a Horcrux."

I eyed him as a feeling of sadness filled me. But, I shook it off. I knew he was right. "It's dangerous, Harry. But I have to admit, recently even I've been thinking we might have to go. I think it's possible something else is hidden there." Harry looked at me confused. "The sword. If Dumbledore didn't want it falling into the Ministry's hands, but wanted you to find it, what better place to hide it than the birthplace of Gryffindor himself?"

"Godric's Hollow is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor-I mean, 'course it is. Obvious, isn't it?"

I eyed him, knowingly. "Harry, did you ever even open A History of Magic?"

"Tossed it at Neville once when he was snoring-might've popped open." I smiled at him, then stood, collecting my books and blanket. "Hermione..." He stopped.

It seemed as if words failed us both. I reached out and light stroked his hair before I headed towards the tent. "Don't ever let me give you a haircut again."
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Golden streetlight glimmered along the narrow road leading to the center of town. Christmas decorations twinkled in the windows of the small cottages with their roofs blanketed in snow. Harry and I were covered in our heavy coats with our scarves wrapped securely around our mouths. I added on a purple hat for good measure.

I looked around nervously. "I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion."

"No." Harry answered. "This is where I was born. I'm not returning as someone else."

Harry held out his arm and I took it. Together we moved off. A pub door opened and I momentarily hesitated, fearing Harry's safety. But laughter and music spilled forward and it hit me. I whispered in a wistful voice, "Harry, I think it's Christmas Eve! Listen..."

Together we listened as Christmas music filled the air and voices carried from the church up ahead. Harry's eyes landed on the graveyard ahead. "Do you think they're be in there? My mum and dad."

I studied him as his eye filled with sorrow. "Yeah." I answered. "I think they would."

We made our way through the snow towards the graveyard. Harry peered up at the stained glass windows glittering over him as the singing grew from the nearby church. Harry pushed through the gate and released my hand. Row upon row of snowy tombstrones stretched on before us. I studied Harry for a brief moment before following.

A large tombstone was covered with stone and I wiped the snow off revealing the name "Dumbledore." I called out to Harry.

"Is it...?" He asked.

"No. But look." Harry walked over as wiped away the last remaining freckles of snow to reveal: Kendra Dumbledore and her daughter Ariana. A quotation was etched into the granite that read: "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." I turned to Harry. "Did you know he had a sister?"