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Harry James Potter (sonofastag) wrote in wished,

Harry gave Ron a brief look at the comment. It wasn't as if he needed to be reminded where it was. He shrugged though. "Yeah. . . but if that's where it is, that's where we'll go. I don't remember it anyway." Which was his way of saying it wouldn't matter. Though really it would. He wondered how big Godric's Hollow was, and if he'd see where his mum and dad's house used to be. If he even wanted to. Or if there was more than one graveyard, or if he'd see the one where his parents were buried.

It was morbid and depressing and strange, so Harry ignored it, as best he could. "So we'll just have to nip out, go get it, and then hang onto it until we can suss out how to destroy it, yeah?" he suggested. It sounded simple. He doubted it actually would be, though. It never was.

"We'll just have to do it ourselves," he added. Though it wasn't as if they even thought to ask for help, most of the time. Harry'd seen Dumbledore more than they had though. With the way he moved a little too slow, the ruined hand, the way he just seemed. . . old. . . Harry didn't want to bring anything to him that he didn't have to. They could handle this. He hoped. "We should go when no one will figure out we've gone though, if we can. Or at least hope they won't."