v2 Chapter 1735： james and lily

Just two rows away from Candela and Ariana, like Dumbledore's grave, a white marble tombstone appeared in front of Harry, and he stared at the words on the tombstone, which seemed to be in the dark. shining. Harry didn't have to kneel or even come very close to see the inscription on it.

James Potter, born March 27, 1960, died October 31, 1981.

Lily Potter, born January 30, 1960, died October 31, 1981.

The following inscription reads: The last enemy to be destroyed is death.

Harry read the words slowly, as if he had only one chance to understand their meaning, and read the last line, "The last enemy to be destroyed is death...what does that mean?"

undefinedHe didn't finish the sentence, because a terrible thought appeared in his mind. At that moment, he suddenly thought of Voldemort.

This seems to be his idea!

Why are you here?

"You're talking about your parents, Harry, both of them are still alive."

"I do not know..."

"Death is the enemy that each of us must face and fight for life. To eliminate this enemy, the only way is to die, because after death, this enemy does not exist, but the last thing to really face death is When faced with an enemy, very few people can face it calmly like James and Lily, or even take the initiative to accept it. They do so, not only because of their extraordinary courage, but also because of you." Sirius said, "They would rather give up their lives to protect you. , death cannot defeat them. I never doubted that Jaime possessed such courage."

There is a bit of inaudible charm in Sirius's voice, it seems to be recognition, or appreciation, or some kind of disappointment.

Harry tried to think about the meaning of the words, the meaning of the words on the tombstone.

There is no doubt that this is also Dumbledore's hand... Harry's parents seem to be greater people than him.

Death is the last enemy.

James and Lily are still alive because their lives transcend death.

They lost their lives, but they defeated Voldemort, and both were victors from any angle. Voldemort was afraid of death, and he tried his best to escape death, but because of that, he was a complete loser.

He wanted to escape death, but was defeated by this enemy, no matter how powerful he was.

Harry knew that he should be proud and proud of his parents, but he couldn't help thinking that they were gone, empty words couldn't hide the reality, the rotting corpses of his parents lay under the dirt and stones, cold, no perception. Tears welled up, and Harry kept them silent.

What's the point of wiping and covering up?

He let the tears flow, closed his lips, and looked down at the dirt under his feet.

Lily and James' corpses were hidden under that, and now only bones and dirt were left.

They didn't know and didn't care that the son they had left on earth was standing so close, his heart still beating so powerfully, that it was their sacrifice, but he now almost wished he would sleep beneath them with them.

Suddenly, Sirius put his hand on his shoulder. Harry didn't look back, he didn't know if Sirius was crying too.

In order to avoid embarrassment, he felt that it was best not to look back. For his father's feelings, Sirius was only a lot more than Harry, even more deeply in love, and deeply guilty.

Harry knew that it wasn't easy for Sirius these years. He has always been immersed in the past, immersed in self-blame and remorse, regretting why he refused to be James and Lily's secret person, regretting why he believed in Pettigrew Peter by mistake, regretting...

Harry took deep breaths in the cool night air, trying to calm himself down.

Tonight's trip to Godric's Hollow, he felt that he was touched too much.

Hermione, who was beside her, also stared blankly at the words on the tombstone.

Death is the enemy, can Aiwen defeat it and return? Only death can enter the world of the dead. What did Aiwen encounter there?

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.