The darkness of the forest quickly became something of the past as the group emerged onto a well lit street. The stars overhead seemed to light up the street more than they normally would have. 'Harry, welcome to Godrics Hollow,' Lupin said. The streets were dusty and the houses were extremely old, it looked like any normal country road, yet Harry could sense the magic that ran through this place. 'You feel the magic of the past Harry, great great wizards have live in this place. None more so than its founder, Godric Gryffindor and many of his descendants. Let us take you home Harry.'
Lupin moved to the head of the group, they walked for about 5 minutes down the dusty road before a fork appeared the right one led them down another wlel lit road the left took them back towards the forest. Naturally Harry wanted to take the left but of course it was the right they had to take. The road apeared deserted, they turned a corner and ther ein front of him stood his house exactly as he had seen it in his nightmares. 'This is it Harry, I expect you will want some time alone. We'll be waiting outside.' Harry slowly moved forward, followed cautiously by Hermione. 'No Hemrione I have to do this alone, please wait here.' Hermione looking rather upset stepped back into the shadows that surorunded the house.
Harry stepped into the front hall, the walls decorated in beautiful oak. He could feel the magic that ran through the house. He moved slowly through the hall, coming to the stairs he looked up them then straight ahead. He had to do something for Dumbledore, but there were more important things to do. Leaving the stairs behind, Harry walked forward, his face looked as if it was in a trance, the door ahead stood partially open. The house was as Harry had seen it in his nightmares, as he aproached the door, the high pitched laughter returned. Stopping in his tracks Harry turned, in his mind he heard his mother, then a bright flash of green, and silence. Harry collapsed onto the floor, the pain was far greater then before. Slowly it began to subside, yet Harry didn't move, his mind flashed back to his duel with Voldemort, the night he had spoken to his parents. His eyes began to well up with tears, the picture of his mother stuck in his mind, the grey whispy figure of her, stood for ages. Harry came back to the real world, his face was wet, with the salty taste of his tears. He pulled himself to his feet, the coldness of the untouched floor pressing against his hands as he pushed himself up. Swaying slightly on the spot, Harry refocused his mind, 'your parents have been gone for 17 years, do this Harry,' he thought to himself. Turning on the spot, Harry swiftly walked to the staircase, moving along the corridor. He noticed all the doors were the same except for one at the very end, this was different some how. The house had lain empty for 17 years yet, this room it sent out some sort of aura. Harry could sense it, he had only felt this once before.
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Harry slowly approached the door, as he got closer the power he began to feel was ieven greater than before. This was not the room Dumbledore wanted him to go to, but all thought of Dumbledore had left his mind now. Harrys hand move oto the handle, it felt suprisingly warm, but it was the warmth he felt when around Fawkes or even when around Hermione. Pushing the handle down Harry pushed the door slowly open, his heart pounding against his chest. Then it came back to him, where he had felt this before, the door in the Department of Mysteries. The door they couldnt open. Harry looked around the room, it looked fairly ordinary but the power he felt in here was unbelievable. It just seemed like a study, paper was piled on desks and various magical equipment was placed around the place. Harry moved into the room, he didnt know where the power was coming from but he could definately feel it. Harry moved over to the desk and began to look through the various papers that lay upon it. They made absolutely no snse whatsoever, all they were, were letters, one read:
Marauders, I think we have almost made the breakthrough, you must not tell anyone what we have done. James and Lily.
Harrys eyes darted between the different papers trying to work out what had been going on then his eyes, got dragged over to a newspaper article hanging on the wall. 'Potters unearth power of love. It has been revealed by the Ministry that the talented couple James and Lily Potter have finally been able to capture the power of love, the Minister said, 'This could well be the turning point in the war, the wizarding world will forever be in debt to the Potters if it does indeed prove to be the wweapon that rids us of the darkness.' However it was also revealed that the sample they have managed to capture is hidden deep in the ministry in a room only they are able to enter.'
Harry pulled the article from the wall and fell into the nearest seat. It suddenly made sense, why Voldemort had tried killing Lily and James even before the Prophecy was made, and this was what his parent shad done, they had been unspeakables.
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