December was here all of a sudden. We stayed in the same spot for a few weeks. We spent the entire time looking for anything that was related to the Horcruxes, but we got nothing.

While Hermione was outside, Harry and I were in the tent. We both thought that she needed more time alone. Yes, Ron still hadn't returned, and it was slowly killing Hermione. I bet it was killing Ron, too, wherever he was.

I was listening to the radio while Harry was watching the Snitch fly above him. I was sure that Hermione was right about the flesh memories being hidden inside the Snitch.

"Do you remember our first Quidditch game, Max?" he asked me, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, you almost swallowed that Snitch," I replied, chuckling a little.

"What did you say?" he asked, looking at me.

"You almost swallowed the Snitch," I repeated. "Don't you remember that?"

Harry looked back at the Snitch and pressed his lips to it. All of a sudden, his eyes went wide. "Max, you're a genius!" he shouted, running to me and grabbing me, kissing me on the head.

"Ew!" I yelled in disgust. "Don't you dare do that to me ever again, Harry James Potter!"

But he ignored me. He ran outside with Hermione and I followed, rolling my eyes as I got up from the bed. He was right, though: I was a genius.

"I didn't realize it until Max just said it a minute ago," he began to say. "You were right, Hermione. The Snitch does have flesh memories. But I didn't catch the Snitch the first time. I almost swallowed it." He handed us the Snitch and we read what was on it.

I open at the close.

"What the hell does that even mean?" I asked. "Dumbledore shouldn't have left all of these vague clues for us. I can't even figure out what my charm means."

"Maybe you're not trying hard enough," he said.

"I actually found something as well," Hermione intervened. She pulled out her book that Dumbledore had left her and opened it. She pointed at a symbol at the top of the page. "I thought it was an eye at first, but now I don't think it is. It isn't a rune and it isn't anywhere in Spellman's Syllabary. I think someone inked it in. Somebody drew it because it's not part of the book."

"Luna's dad was wearing that at the wedding," Harry pointed out.

"Why would someone draw it in a children's book?" Hermione questioned.

After a brief moment of silence, Harry spoke up. "Hermione, I've been thinking. I want to go to Godric's Hollow. I mean, it's where Max and I were born, it's where our parents died--"

"That's exactly why he'll expect you to go because it means something to you," Hermione interrupted him.

"But it means something to him, too!" Harry shouted. "You-Know-Who almost died there! I mean, isn't that exactly the type of place he'd be likely to hide a Horcrux?"

"It's dangerous, Harry," Hermione said, adding a sigh. "But even I have to admit that I've been thinking we'll have to go there sooner or later. I think it's possible something else is hidden there."

"What?" Harry asked.

"The sword," she replied. "If Dumbledore wanted you and Max to find it, but didn't want Scrimgeour to have it, where better to hide it than the birthplace of the founder of Gryffindor?"

"Brilliant! Let's go, then," Harry exclaimed.

"Only if Max wants to go, too," Hermione said.

"Of course she wants to go," he said.

"Did she say that she wanted to?" Hermione questioned.

Harry turned to me. "Well, do you want to go, Max?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I...I don't know..." I answered truthfully.

Harry groaned. "Why not?"

I walked away from Harry and Hermione, ignoring the question. I stood at the edge of the cliff, folding my arms over my chest. I didn't want to go back because I knew it would be risky to go. It was because I wasn't ready to go back to the place where my parents died.

"Max?" Harry said from behind me.

"I don't know if I want to go to Godric's Hollow," I told him again.

"Why? We might find something there," he pointed out.

"I know, but..."

"But what?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't think I'm ready to go back."

"Listen, we might find something," he said. "We won't know unless we go there."

I huffed a sigh. "Fine." I turned around and walked past him, going back inside the tent.

Sitting on the bed, I groaned. I knew it would come to this, having to go to Godric's Hollow, but I didn't think I'd be ready to do it. The emotions I would feel as we would walk through the streets and the houses, specifically, our old house, the one our parents were murdered in...I didn't think I could handle it.

"Hey," he said, sitting down beside me. "You okay?"

I turned to face him and shrugged. "Not really."

He sighed. "I'm sorry for sounding so pushy about going to Godric's Hollow."

"No, I get it," I told him. "I just don't know if I'll ever be ready to go back there."

Harry nodded and took my hand. "I'm not totally prepared, either," he confessed. "But we got to see if anything that will help us with the Horcruxes is there. We can get through it together, okay?"

Despite still being weary about the idea, I nodded back, anyway.

*******

That night, we left for Godric's Hollow. Before we left, I made Harry give me the locket to wear while we were there. I didn't protest anymore about not wanting to go because I knew that Harry and Hermione really wanted to go. As we Apparated in the middle of Godric's Hollow, I felt a sense of overwhelmness coming over me.

"I still think we should've used Polyjuice Potion," Hermione said.

Harry shook his head. "No. This is where Max and I were born. We're not returning as someone else."

As we began to walk around in the snow, Hermione spoke up again. "I think it's Christmas Eve."

We heard the sound of singing coming from a church nearby. Beside the church there was a graveyard.

"Do you think they'd be in there, Hermione?" Harry asked. "Our mum and dad."

"Yeah, I think so," she said.

I shook my head. "No."

"No what?" Hermione questioned.

"I don't want to go in there," I replied, walking away.

"Max, wait," Harry said, catching up with me. "What's wrong?"

"What do you think, Harry?" I retorted, my voice cracking. "I can't go in there. I didn't even want to come here in the first place. I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle coming back. I mean, this is where we were born and where our parents were murdered--"

"Max," he stopped me, taking my hand. "We'll go in together, okay? This is hard for me, too, you know." He paused, sighing. "It'll be nice to see them, in a way."

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

His grip got tighter. "Okay, come on, then."

I followed him inside the graveyard and we parted ways as we looked at the graves. I stopped when I saw my parents.

"Mum. Dad," I whispered.

"Max?" Harry said.

"I found them, Harry," I announced to him.

He came and stood beside me, looking down at the grave. The day they were born and the day they died were under their names. Then, under all of that, there was a saying:

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

I didn't notice Hermione until she took her wand out and formed a wreath with white roses on it in front of the grave. I took out my wand and used it to form two lilies. I gave one to Harry and we placed them at the bottom of each name. Harry put a lily under our dad's name and I put the other one under our mum's name. After we did that, we stood back up, which was when we began to silently cry to ourselves.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione," we said to Hermione at the same time.

"Merry Christmas, you two," Hermione whispered. She rested her head on his shoulder and then Harry rested his head on hers.

I wiped my eyes again as I thought about the letters that our parents wrote for us. Even though they weren't here with us, I was still proud to be their daughter. I would always be proud.

"Guys, there's someone watching us," Hermione informed us in a whisper. We looked over at the woman as she was beginning to walk away from the church.

"Harry, do you think that's her?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "It's Bathilda Bagshot."

He started walking towards her, followed by me and a reluctant Hermione. "I don't like this, Harry," she said.

"Hermione, she knew Dumbledore. She might have the sword," Harry informed her

"Guys, wait," I told them. I stopped in front of a house and instantly knew who it belonged to. It was our house.

"This is where they died," Harry stated.

"This is where he murdered them," I added. I wished that it was a house full of happy memories instead of one bad memory.

All of a sudden, the old woman, possibly Bathilda Bagshot, was standing beside us.

"You're Bathilda, aren't you?" Harry asked her.

She gave us an answer by leading us to her home. At the entrance, she opened the door and led us inside, where it was nothing but cold and dark.

"This is a bad idea," Hermione whispered to me once we were deep inside.

"Just go along with it," I whispered back.

"Here, let me do that," Harry told Bathilda as she was trying to light a candle.

While he was doing that, I looked over and saw a picture of a man.

"Miss Bagshot, who is this man?" I asked, holding up the picture for her to see. She took the candle and ascended up the stairs, so I followed her.

"Max, get back down here!" Hermione hissed at me.

"I'll be right back. Just relax," I said.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine," she said as I began walking up the stairs.

"Lumos," I whispered, making my wand light up.

She led me to a room that looked like an office. She turned around and stopped, looking down at the locket that was around my neck. Based on her immediate reaction of awe, it was obvious that she was intrigued by it.

Before I knew it, she was speaking in Parseltongue, and I was doing the same thing. Then, Bathilda pointed at a book for me to look at. As I was looking in the book with a bunch of people in it, I saw Bathilda's reflection in the mirror and turned around with wide eyes. She began to transform into something. An Animagus, maybe?

But I knew that wasn't the answer when I saw Nagini, Voldemort's snake, pop out at me.

I grabbed a chair and held it in front of me. She struck at me, but she missed and hit the chair instead. Then, she did it again and missed me for the second time, but I fell backwards and broke the wall, falling on my back. I landed in what looked like a nursery.

"Harry!" I shouted.

I began to throw things at Nagini, which was a bad move on my part. As I was making my way out of the room and away from the damn snake, she made me trip and wrapped herself around my legs. I screamed as she began to squeeze them.

"Max?" I heard Harry yell for me.

"Harry!" I screamed, grunting from how tight Nagini was squeezing my legs.

Once Harry found me, he ran over to me and helped me get out of the snake's grasp. Nagini struck at us once we were out of the room, but Hermione came from behind us and shot a spell at the snake, causing the floor below Nagini to collapse. The three of us hid behind the bed, seeing if Nagini was going to show up again. When she didn't, we stood up and got ready to leave.

All of a sudden, Nagini was coming towards us.

"Confringo!" Hermione shouted before we Disapparated from Godric's Hollow.

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A/N: This took a long time. Lol, not really. ;)

Anyways, you guys still love me, right?

If you're reading this, tell me what your favorite Drax moment has been so far out of all 5 books! Tbh, I don't know which one to pick. :) If you can't pick one, then tell me what you think will happen with Draco and Max later in this book.

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