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"
Yes
,
but
we
'll
have
to
think
it
through
carefully
,
Harry
.
"
She
was
sitting
up
now
,
and
Harry
could
tell
that
the
prospect
of
having
a
plan
again
had
lifted
her
mood
as
much
as
his
.
"
We
'll
need
to
practice
Disapparating
together
under
the
Invisibility
Cloak
for
a
start
,
and
perhaps
Disillusionment
Charms
would
be
sensible
too
,
unless
you
think
we
should
go
the
whole
hog
and
use
Polyjuice
Potion
?
In
that
case
we
'll
need
to
collect
hair
from
somebody
.
I
actually
think
we
'd
better
do
that
,
Harry
,
the
thicker
our
disguises
the
better
...
"
Harry
let
her
talk
,
nodding
and
agreeing
whenever
there
was
a
pause
,
but
his
mind
had
left
the
conversation
.
For
the
first
time
since
he
had
discovered
that
the
sword
in
Gringotts
was
a
fake
,
he
felt
excited
.
He
was
about
to
go
home
,
about
to
return
to
the
place
where
he
had
had
a
family
.
It
was
in
Godric
's
Hollow
that
,
but
for
Voldemort
,
he
would
have
grown
up
and
spent
every
school
holiday
.
He
could
have
invited
friends
to
his
house
...
He
might
even
have
had
brothers
and
sisters
...
It
would
have
been
his
mother
who
had
made
his
seventeenth
birthday
cake
.
The
life
he
had
lost
had
hardly
ever
seemed
so
real
to
him
as
at
this
moment
,
when
he
knew
he
was
about
to
see
the
place
where
it
had
been
taken
from
him
.
After
Hermione
had
gone
to
bed
that
night
,
Harry
quietly
extracted
his
rucksack
from
Hermione
's
beaded
bag
,
and
from
inside
it
,
the
photograph
album
Hagrid
had
given
him
so
long
ago
.
For
the
first
time
in
months
,
he
perused
the
old
pictures
of
his
parents
,
smiling
and
waving
up
at
him
from
the
images
,
which
were
all
he
had
left
of
them
now
.
Harry
would
gladly
have
set
out
for
Godric
's
Hollow
the
following
day
,
but
Hermione
had
other
ideas
.
Convinced
as
she
was
that
Voldemort
would
expect
Harry
to
return
to
the
scene
of
his
parents
'
deaths
,
she
was
determined
that
they
would
set
off
only
after
they
had
ensured
that
they
had
the
best
disguises
possible
.
It
was
therefore
a
full
week
later
--
once
they
had
surreptitiously
obtained
hairs
from
innocent
Muggles
who
were
Christmas
shopping
,
and
had
practiced
Apparating
and
Disapparating
while
underneath
the
Invisibility
Cloak
together
--
that
Hermione
agreed
to
make
the
journey
.
They
were
to
Apparate
to
the
village
under
cover
of
darkness
,
so
it
was
late
afternoon
when
they
finally
swallowed
Polyjuice
Potion
,
Harry
transforming
into
a
balding
,
middle-aged
Muggle
man
,
Hermione
into
his
small
and
rather
mousy
wife
.
The
beaded
bag
containing
all
of
their
possessions
(
apart
from
the
Horcrux
,
which
Harry
was
wearing
around
his
neck
)
was
tucked
into
an
inside
pocket
of
Hermione
's
buttoned-up
coat
.
Harry
lowered
the
Invisibility
Cloak
over
them
,
then
they
turned
into
the
suffocating
darkness
once
again
.
Heart
beating
in
his
throat
,
Harry
opened
his
eyes
.
They
were
standing
hand
in
hand
in
a
snowy
lane
under
a
dark
blue
sky
,
in
which
the
night
's
first
stars
were
already
glimmering
feebly
.
Cottages
stood
on
either
side
of
the
narrow
road
,
Christmas
decorations
twinkling
in
their
windows
.
A
short
way
ahead
of
them
,
a
glow
of
golden
streetlights
indicated
the
center
of
the
village
.
"
All
this
snow
!
"
Hermione
whispered
beneath
the
cloak
.
"
Why
did
n't
we
think
of
snow
?
After
all
our
precautions
,
we
'll
leave
prints
!
We
'll
just
have
to
get
rid
of
them
--
you
go
in
front
,
I
'll
do
it
--
"
Harry
did
not
want
to
enter
the
village
like
a
pantomime
horse
,
trying
to
keep
themselves
concealed
while
magically
covering
their
traces
.
