Chapter 1805 James and Lily

Just two rows away from Candela and Ariana, like Dumbledore's tomb, a white marble tombstone appeared in front of Harry. He stared intently at the words on the tombstone, which seemed to be hidden in the darkness shining. Harry didn't have to kneel down, or even come very close, to read the inscription.

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

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

The inscription below reads: The last enemy to destroy is death.

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

He didn't finish this 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?

"It's about your parents, Harry, who both died and lived."

"I do not understand......"

"Death is an 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 will no longer exist, but to truly face death, the last Few people are able to face the enemy calmly like James and Lily, and even take the initiative to accept it. They did this 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 could not defeat them. I never doubted that Jaime possessed such courage."

There was a bit of inaudible charm in Sirius' voice, it seemed to be approval, or appreciation, or some kind of regret.

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

No doubt it was Dumbledore's too...Harry's parents seemed to be greater people than he.

Death is the last enemy.

James and Lily are alive because they lived beyond death.

They lost their lives, but they defeated Voldemort. No matter how you look at it, both of them are winners. Voldemort was afraid of death, he tried every means to escape from death, but because of this, he was a complete loser.

He wanted to escape death, but he lost to this enemy, even if he had such a strong power.

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 and untouched. perception. Tears welled up all at once, and Harry wept silently.

What's the point of wiping and covering up?

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

The remains of Lily and James were covered under it, and now there must be only bones and dirt left.

They didn't know or care that their son who was left standing so close, his heart still beating mightily, had been paid for by their sacrifice, but he almost wished now that he was buried with them down there.

At some point, Sirius' hand was on his shoulder. Harry didn't look back, wondering if Sirius was crying too.

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

Harry knew that these years had not been easy for Sirius. 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 keeper, regretting why he mistakenly trusted Pettigrew Peter, regretting...

Harry took a deep gulp of the night air, trying to calm himself.

During his trip to Godric's Hollow tonight, he felt that he was touched too much.

Hermione beside her also stared blankly at the words on the tombstone, with mixed feelings.

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

There was a long silence, only the heavy breathing of a few people could be heard, until Dobby let out a loud blowing of his nose.

"Let's go!" Harry yelled, trying to sound normal.

He couldn't stand staying any longer, it was just too sad here.

And so they turned and walked away in silence, past the graveyard of Dumbledore's mother and sister, towards the dark church and the narrow gate out of sight, walking so slowly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they returned to the street, but whether it was Harry, Hermione, or Sirius, they all knew that the cemetery was not the end of this sad journey.

According to the plan made before they came, they would also go to Harry's old residence, the place Harry once called home.

Even though Harry had no memory of it, it was his home.

First, a real home.

On the street, Sirius no longer has the interest to revisit his hometown and introduce Godric's Hollow. Everything here makes him feel extremely heavy.

And so they go for a long time!

Until all the houses disappeared, and the small street turned into a wild place again.

They met no one along the way, neither Death Eaters nor Dark wizards.

How strange!

At this moment, Harry wanted to meet them even more, so as to break the silence in front of him.

Until a black shadow in front of him attracted attention, Sirius staggered. Harry hurried over to support him, and for the first time, he felt Sirius' weakness so clearly.

His godfather is also old!

"It's just ahead!" said Sirius. "You go, I won't go!"

Yes, he won't go there.

Unlike the tombstones of James and Lily, there are also remembrances. Harry's former home, the ruins of that house, can only give Sirius pain.

As much joy as he had felt there in the past, the pain he felt now was as great.

No, it might even be stronger, pain is often doubled after pleasure.

It was so unbearable that Harry felt he couldn't take it anymore, but he still followed Hermione and Dobby to the dark shadow, and then he saw it.

The Fidelity Charm must have died with the deaths of James and Lily, and in the sixteen years since Hagrid had taken Harry from the ruins, the hedge had grown wild and the rubble lay waist-deep in the grass. Most of the house was still standing, completely covered in black ivy and sand, the right side of the top room had been blown up, and Harry figured that must be where the spell bounced.

He stood at the door looking up at the ruins, which must have been the same as the houses on either side in the past.

Then Harry reached out and took hold of the rusted iron door, not wanting to open it, but only part of the house.