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"
Let
's
take
off
the
Cloak
,
"
said
Harry
,
and
when
she
looked
frightened
,
"
Oh
,
come
on
,
we
do
n't
look
like
us
and
there
's
no
one
around
.
"
He
stowed
the
Cloak
under
his
jacket
and
they
made
their
way
forward
unhampered
,
the
icy
air
stinging
their
faces
as
they
passed
more
cottages
:
Any
one
of
them
might
have
been
the
one
in
which
James
and
Lily
had
once
lived
or
where
Bathilda
lived
now
.
Harry
gazed
at
the
front
doors
,
their
snow-burdened
roofs
,
and
their
front
porches
,
wondering
whether
he
remembered
any
of
them
,
knowing
deep
inside
that
it
was
impossible
,
that
he
had
been
little
more
than
a
year
old
when
he
had
left
this
place
forever
.
He
was
not
even
sure
whether
he
would
be
able
to
see
the
cottage
at
all
;
he
did
not
know
what
happened
when
the
subjects
of
a
Fidelius
Charm
died
.
Then
the
little
lane
along
which
they
were
walking
curved
to
the
left
and
the
heart
of
the
village
,
a
small
square
,
was
revealed
to
them
.
Strung
all
around
with
colored
lights
,
there
was
what
looked
like
a
war
memorial
in
the
middle
,
partly
obscured
by
a
windblown
Christmas
tree
.
There
were
several
shops
,
a
post
office
,
a
pub
,
and
a
little
church
whose
stained-glass
windows
were
glowing
jewel-bright
across
the
square
.
The
snow
here
had
become
impacted
:
It
was
hard
and
slippery
where
people
had
trodden
on
it
all
day
.
Villagers
were
crisscrossing
in
front
of
them
,
their
figures
briefly
illuminated
by
streetlamps
.
They
heard
a
snatch
of
laughter
and
pop
music
as
the
pub
door
opened
and
closed
;
then
they
heard
a
carol
start
up
inside
the
little
church
.
"
Harry
,
I
think
it
's
Christmas
Eve
!
"
said
Hermione
.
"
Is
it
?
"
He
had
lost
track
of
the
date
;
they
had
not
seen
a
newspaper
for
weeks
.
"
I
'm
sure
it
is
,
"
said
Hermione
,
her
eyes
upon
the
church
.
"
They
...
they
'll
be
in
there
,
wo
n't
they
?
Your
mum
and
dad
?
I
can
see
the
graveyard
behind
it
.
"
Harry
felt
a
thrill
of
something
that
was
beyond
excitement
,
more
like
fear
.
