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Bathilda’s Secret

           ForamomentHarryconsideredsuggestingtheytakerefugeinsideit,butbeforehecouldsayanythingHermionemurmured,"Let’sgothisway,"andpulledhimdownthedarkstreetleadingoutofthevillageintheoppositedirectionfromwhichtheyhadentered.Harrycouldmakeoutthepointwherethecottagesendedandthelaneturnedintoopencountryagain.Theywalkedasquicklyastheydared,pastmorewindowssparklingwithmulticoloredlights,theoutlinesofChristmastreesdarkthroughthecurtains.

           "HowarewegoingtofindBathilda’shouse?"askedHermione,whowasshiveringalittleandkeptglancingbackoverhershoulder."Harry?Whatdoyouthink?Harry?"

           Shetuggedathisarm,butHarrywasnotpayingattention.Hewaslookingtowardthedarkmassthatstoodattheveryendofthisrowofhouses.Nextmomenthehadspedup,draggingHermionealongwithhim;sheslippedalittleontheice.

           "Harry"

           "Look....Lookatit,Hermione...."

           "Idon’t...oh!"

           Hecouldseeit;theFideliusCharmmusthavediedwithJamesandLily.ThehedgehadgrownwildinthesixteenyearssinceHagridhadtakenHarryfromtherubblethatlayscatteredamongstthewaist-highgrass.Mostofthecottagewasstillstanding,thoughentirelycoveredindarkivyandsnow,buttherightsideofthetopfloorhadbeenblownapart;that,Harrywassure,waswherethecursehadbackfired.HeandHermionestoodatthegate,gazingupatthewreckofwhatmustoncehavebeenacottagejustlikethosethatflankedit.

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