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The
grave
was
extremely
old
,
weathered
so
that
Harry
could
hardly
make
out
the
name
.
Hermione
showed
him
the
symbol
beneath
it
.
"
Harry
,
that
's
the
mark
in
the
book
!
"
He
peered
at
the
place
she
indicated
:
The
stone
was
so
worn
that
it
was
hard
to
make
out
what
was
engraved
there
,
though
there
did
seem
to
be
a
triangular
mark
beneath
the
nearly
illegible
name
.
"
Yeah
...
it
could
be
...
"
Hermione
lit
her
wand
and
pointed
it
at
the
name
on
the
headstone
.
"
It
says
Ig
--
Ignotus
,
I
think
...
"
"
I
'm
going
to
keep
looking
for
my
parents
,
all
right
?
"
Harry
told
her
,
a
slight
edge
to
his
voice
,
and
he
set
off
again
,
leaving
her
crouched
beside
the
old
grave
.
Every
now
and
then
he
recognized
a
surname
that
,
like
Abbott
,
he
had
met
at
Hogwarts
.
Sometimes
there
were
several
generations
of
the
same
Wizarding
family
represented
in
the
graveyard
:
Harry
could
tell
from
the
dates
that
it
had
either
died
out
,
or
the
current
members
had
moved
away
from
Godric
's
Hollow
.
Deeper
and
deeper
amongst
the
graves
he
went
,
and
every
time
he
reached
a
new
headstone
he
felt
a
little
lurch
of
apprehension
and
anticipation
.
The
darkness
and
the
silence
seemed
to
become
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
much
deeper
.
Harry
looked
around
,
worried
,
thinking
of
dementors
,
then
realized
that
the
carols
had
finished
,
that
the
chatter
and
flurry
of
churchgoers
were
fading
away
as
they
made
their
way
back
into
the
square
.
Somebody
inside
the
church
had
just
turned
off
the
lights
.
Then
Hermione
's
voice
came
out
of
the
blackness
for
the
third
time
,
sharp
and
clear
from
a
few
yards
away
.
