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baby　without　a　scar　on　his　forehead。　。　。　。
〃C'mon；〃　said　Harry；　when　he　had　looked　his　fill；　and　they　turned　again　toward　the　church。　As　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　church。　It　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　graveyard。　Hermione　pushed　it　open　as　quietly　as　possible　and　they　edged　through　it。　On　either　side　of　the　slippery　path　to　the　church　doors；　the　snow　lay　deep　and　untouched。　They　moved　off　through　the　snow；　carving　deep　trenches　behind　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　snow。　Keeping　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　stone。　Harry　stooped　down　and　saw　；　upon　the　frozen；　lichen…spotted　granite；　the　words　Kendra　Dumbledore　and；　a　short　way　down　her　dates　of　birth　and　death；　and　Her　Daughter　Ariana。　There　was　also　a　quotation：
iWhere　your　treasure　is；　there　will　your　heart　be　also。i
So　Rita　Skeeter　and　Muriel　had　got　some　of　their　facts　right。　The　Dumbledore　family　had　indeed　lived　here；　and　part　of　it　had　died　here。
Seeing　the　grave　was　worse　than　hearing　about　it。　Harry　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　connection。　They　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　him。　But　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　shadow。　He　read　the　words　on　the　tombstone　again。　iWhere　your　treasure　is；　there　will　your　heart　be　alsoi。　He　did　not　understand　what　these　words　meant。　Surely　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　name。　Hermione　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　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。　。　。　。〃　〃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　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　Godric's　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；　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　square。　Somebody　inside　the　church　had　just　turned　off　the　lights。
Then　Hermione's　voice　came　out　of　the　blackness　for　the　third　time；　sharp　and　clear　from　a　few　yards　away。
〃Harry；　they're　here　。　。　。　right　here。〃
And　he　knew　by　her　tone　that　it　was　his　mother　and　father　this　time：　He　moved　toward　her；　feeling　as　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　behind　Kendra　and　Ariana's。　It　was　made　of　white　marble；　just　like　Dumbledore's　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　27　MARCH　1960　BORN　30　JANUARY　1960
DIED　31　OCTOBER　1981　DIED　31　OCTOBER　1981
iThe　last　enemy　that　shall　be　destroyed　is　death。i
Harry　read　the　words　slowly；　as　though　he　would　have　only　one　chance　to　take　in　their　meaning；　and　he　read　the　last　of　them　aloud。
〃'The　last　enemy　that　shall　be　defeated　is　death'　。　。　。〃　A　horrible　thought　came　to　him；　and　with　a　kind　of　panic。　〃Isn't　that　a　Death　Eater　idea？　Why　is　that　there？〃
〃It　doesn't　mean　defeating　death　in　the　way　the　Death　Eaters　mean　it；　Harry；〃　said　Hermione；　her　voice　gentle。　〃It　means　。　。　。　you　know　。　。　。　living　beyond　death。　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；　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。

pC0=〃Chapter　Seventeen：　Bathilda's　Secret〃
bChapter　Seventeen
iBathilda's　Secretib
〃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　a150a150？　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　point　where　the　cottages　ended　and　the　lane　turned　into　open　country　again。　They　walked　as　quickly　as　they　dared；　past　more　windows　sparkling　with　multicolored　lights；　the　outlines　of　Christmas　trees　dark　through　the　curtains。　〃How　are　we　going　to　find　Bathilda's　house？〃　asked　Hermione；　who　was　shivering　a　little　and　kept　glancing　back　over　her　shoulder。　〃Harry？　What　do　you　think？　Harry？〃