Who: Harry and Ginny What: visiting Godric's Hollow When: Sunday, late morning/afternoon. Where: Godric's Hollow, obvs Warnings: bittersweet? sad? TBA Status: Incomplete
Harry had intended to come to Godric's Hollow much sooner, but as soon as training had started at the Ministry, he had found himself exhausted almost every day. Auror training was harder than he'd expected, perhaps because he seemed to be on some kind of accelerated track, due to his experience in the field. He had wondered, several times, if this was really what he wanted. But in the end, most of his difficulty with it was due to letting other things in his life slide.
So when he woke up on Sunday, he decided that this was the day. He was up early, and made breakfast for himself and Ginny, before Apparating with her to Godric's Hollow.
When they landed, they were standing on the village lane, looking at a row of cottages. He looked at them with no small amount of awe and wonder, forgetting to let go of Ginny's hand. When he realized he was still holding it, he still didn't let go, because a thought had struck him. He voiced it aloud, because speaking seemed the only thing he was capable of doing, for the moment. "Do you think - what if someone's moved into their - my - our old house?"
She had said there was a memorial, but he didn't know what that meant. He wanted to see the house he'd lived in with his parents, wanted to go inside if he could, but what if someone was already in there? What if they weren't home, or didn't want to let him in? What if- he needed to stop speculating before he actually tried anything. "We should find out which one was theirs first, I suppose."