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Harry
read
the
words
slowly
,
as
though
he
would
have
only
one
chance
to
take
in
their
meaning
,
and
he
read
the
last
of
them
aloud
.
"
'
The
last
enemy
that
shall
be
destroyed
is
death
'
...
"
A
horrible
thought
came
to
him
,
and
with
it
a
kind
of
panic
.
"
Is
n't
that
a
Death
Eater
idea
?
Why
is
that
there
?
"
"
It
does
n't
mean
defeating
death
in
the
way
the
Death
Eaters
mean
it
,
Harry
,
"
said
Hermione
,
her
voice
gentle
.
"
It
means
...
you
know
...
living
beyond
death
.
Living
after
death
.
"
But
they
were
not
living
,
thought
Harry
:
They
were
gone
.
The
empty
words
could
not
disguise
the
fact
that
his
parents
'
moldering
remains
lay
beneath
snow
and
stone
,
indifferent
,
unknowing
And
tears
came
before
he
could
stop
them
,
boiling
hot
then
instantly
freezing
on
his
face
,
and
what
was
the
point
in
wiping
them
off
or
pretending
?
He
let
them
fall
,
his
lips
pressed
hard
together
,
looking
down
at
the
thick
snow
hiding
from
his
eyes
the
place
where
the
last
of
Lily
and
James
lay
,
bones
now
,
surely
,
or
dust
,
not
knowing
or
caring
that
their
living
son
stood
so
near
,
his
heart
still
beating
,
alive
because
of
their
sacrifice
and
close
to
wishing
,
at
this
moment
,
that
he
was
sleeping
under
the
snow
with
them
.
Hermione
had
taken
his
hand
again
and
was
gripping
it
tightly
.
He
could
not
look
at
her
,
but
returned
the
pressure
,
now
taking
deep
,
sharp
gulps
of
the
night
air
,
trying
to
steady
himself
,
trying
to
regain
control
.
He
should
have
brought
something
to
give
them
,
and
he
had
not
thought
of
it
,
and
every
plant
in
the
graveyard
was
leafless
and
frozen
.
But
Hermione
raised
her
wand
,
moved
it
in
a
circle
through
the
air
,
and
a
wreath
of
Christmas
roses
blossomed
before
them
.
Harry
caught
it
and
laid
it
on
his
parents
'
grave
.
As
soon
as
he
stood
up
he
wanted
to
leave
:
He
did
not
think
he
could
stand
another
moment
there
.
He
put
his
arm
around
Hermione
's
shoulders
,
and
she
put
hers
around
his
waist
,
and
they
turned
in
silence
and
walked
away
through
the
snow
,
past
Dumbledore
's
mother
and
sister
,
back
toward
the
dark
church
and
the
out-of-sight
kissing
gate
.
Harry
,
stop
.
"
"
What
's
wrong
?
"
They
had
only
just
reached
the
grave
of
the
unknown
Abbott
.
