v2 Chapter 1805： james and lily (2/2)
Death is the enemy, can Aiwen defeat it and return? Only death can enter the world of the dead. What did Aiwen encounter there?
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There was a long silence, except for the heavy breathing of a few people, until Dobby made a loud sniffling sound.
”Let's go!” Harry woke up, trying to keep his voice normal.
He didn't think he could take it any longer, it was so sad here.
And so they turned away silently, past the graveyard of Dumbledore's mother and sister, walking so slowly towards the dark church and the narrow door out of sight.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they were back on the street, but whether it was Harry, or Hermione, or Sirius, they all knew that the graveyard was not the end of this sad journey.
According to the plan they had made before they came, they would also go to Harry's old house, the place that Harry once called home.
Even if Harry didn't have the slightest impression of it, it was his home.
The first, a real home.
On the street, Sirius had no interest in revisiting his old place and introducing Godric's Hollow. Everything here made him feel extremely heavy.
They've been like this for a long time!
Until all the houses disappeared, and the side streets were turned into wilderness places.
They met no one along the way, neither the Death Eater nor the Dark Wizard were to be seen.
This is so strange!
At this point, Harry wanted to meet them even more, in order to break the silence in front of him.
Sirius stumbled a bit until a dark shadow in front attracted his attention. Harry hurried over to support him, and for the first time, he felt Sirius' weakness so clearly.
His godfather is also old!
”Just ahead!” said Sirius. ”You go, I won't go!”
Yes, he will not go.
Unlike the tombstones of James and Lily, there is nostalgia. Harry's former home, the ruins of that house, could give Sirius nothing but pain.
As much joy as he had felt there in the past, as much pain as he felt now.
No, maybe even stronger, the pain after the pleasure is often doubled.
It was so uncomfortable, Harry felt like he was going to get over it, but he still followed Hermione and Dobby to the black shadow, and he saw it.
The Faithful Charm must have expired with the deaths of James and Lily, and in the sixteen years since Hagrid took Harry from the rubble, the hedges had grown a mess, and the rubble was buried in the waist-deep grass. Most of the house was still standing there, completely covered in dark ivy and sand, and the right side of the top floor room had been blown up, and Harry thought that must be where the spell had bounced back.
He stood at the door and looked at the ruins, which must have been like the houses on either side before.
Then Harry reached out and grabbed the rusted iron door, he didn't want to open it, he just wanted to hold part of the house.