Harry James Potter (bp_harry) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-05-11 20:13:00 |
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RP: After the attack on Godric's Hollow
Who: Harry, Weasleys, Potters, Order members, possibly Aurors (most would have left) - add your tags
Where: Godric's Hollow
When: May 11 (just after dawn)
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Harry looks at what remains of his home.
Harry walked through the rubble in silence, leaving everyone else behind as he looked at what was left of what had been his home for the last two decades. Some parts were salvageable, they'd been here fast enough, but a lot of it was gone in the fire.
He'd known there would retaliation to getting Lily, he'd pondered putting the house under the Fidelius just last night, but he'd put it off, not wanting to lock people out, confident his spells would hold. They had held well from what he understood, but wards could only stand so much. A full attack, almost a hundred Death Eaters and escaped convicts - there were no wards against that and now the Dark Mark lit up the sky over the house. Or what had been the house.
Luckily, it had been a fast attack, they'd left the rest of the village unharmed and the number of dead limited to a Muggle man out to walk his dog in the early morning. Most had been asleep, his parents too, but they like him had felt the attack and got out in time. Of course to be sure they'd been the first ones Harry sent a firemessage too. 'Get out NOW, I'm getting help.'
The rest of the order had followed, all Aurors were next, then he'd portkeyed himself and Ginny out of Hogwarts, and Apparated to the village, only to see the Death Eaters leave as the Order and Aurors arrived. Spells hit nothing but air as they vanished, and left was the burning house and the Dark Mark in the sky. At least his parents were out. Luna and Rolf no longer lived there. Al no longer lived there.
They'd worked together to stop the fires as fast as they could, salvaging what they could of the house. The lower ground floor was mostly all right if still smoked out. The ground floor half burnt out and the top two floors completely burnt out. The annex was in better shape, though a gaping hole spoke of a wall that was no longer there, and a large part of the roof was missing. The garden was burnt and singed, the shed where they'd kept their brooms in ashes. The only thing left unharmed was the wall around the property. They'd not bothered with that, just hitting whatever they couldn't see inside.
He already knew they'd rebuild it. It wouldn't be the same, but it would still be theirs and there was no way he'd let Voldemort or Rabastan or whomever this was ruin their lives more than they had. He'd rebuild a hundred times if he had to. This was his home, and he wasn't leaving it.