Holly’s sleep that night was full of confusing dreams. There was the Horcrux locket, but it wasn’t the fake one, it was real. Then there was something small in a kitchen washing dishes, looking remarkably like a house-elf. The most peculiar part of the dream was a toad-like figure wearing an enormous pink bow. When Holly awoke she shook her dreams from her head, dismissing them as effects of lack of sleep.
While Holly busied herself with breakfast, canned beans and sausage, she thought about what her next move should be. She decided to move every few nights, just in case. Since you need to know exactly where you’re going to Apparate to, Holly needed some maps or pictures of places to visualize. She decided to venture into a nearby town to get a map, some supplies and a newspaper. Avoiding any wizarding establishment like the Leaky Cauldron or Ministry of Magic and sticking to small Muggle villages seemed the smartest move. After gaining their supplies, Holly and Gryphon Apparated to another forest about two hours away from the one they were in previously.
And so, for the next few months, that was how Holly lived. She and Gryphon would travel from village to village, each time with a new alteration on her facial features. During the day they would sit in the tent, Holly reading her various books and speculating about where the Horcruxes could be. Gryphon would sit beside her and keep both of them warm. Winter was soon upon them. Holly had taken to cuddling up beside Gryphon to sleep as well. By that time, her Boxador had grown to be almost full size. He still had his puppy feet but he was large and warm. At some point in time, Holly wasn’t sure when, they ran out of actual food. It was a good thing that Holly knew how to scavenge from the forest, but food in the winter was scarce and the two of them often went to sleep with growling stomachs. Holly felt like she was living with Arthur Abbott and sometimes would feel like he was going to come in the tent and tell her some great adventure he just had, collecting wild mushrooms or something.
Once or twice Holly had thought about going to Lupin’s or Fred and George’s to get warm and eat an actual meal. She quickly shook that out of her head.
“They’ve already sacrificed too much for me” Holly told Gryphon, “I can’t endanger them anymore”
To pass the time, Holly usually took out the radio-like structure she had been given to last Christmas. Holly had examined it every which way possible. She had even tried a few spells to get it to reveal its secrets to her to no avail. It was very peculiar object, on certain occasions when she pushed the ‘on’ button; the antenna would rise up and circle for a while then stop. Sound didn’t come out of it like last Christmas until on very cold day in December. Holly and Gryphon were camped out on a hillside, Gryphon snoozing and Holly playing with the radio. No sooner had she pushed the ‘on’ button then a voice could be heard from the speaker.
The voice was garbled for most the part because the antenna was still circling. When it finally stopped the only words that could be heard was, “Godric’s Hollow”. Holly waited patiently for more words to be spoken but the antenna lowered itself back into the radio.
“Godric’s Hollow, Godric’s Hollow, why does that sound familiar?” Holly mussed to herself. Suddenly she snapped her fingers, startling Gryphon awake.
“That’s where Harry’s – I mean our parents lived!” Holly told Gryphon, “Maybe he went there for Christmas to see their grave…and their house…” Holly told herself.
“Alright Gryph, time to pack up” Holly clapped her hands together at this. She had decided to visit her parents for Christmas. ‘At least I hope it’s Christmas’ she thought to herself, ‘I’ll grab a paper when I’m in town’.
Within a few hours Holly and Gryphon had arrived in Godric’s Hollow. They had Apparated to the Muggle Town beside it so they could appear to be Muggles when they entered the town. Holly was supporting dark brown hair, braces, and black rimmed glasses for the occasion. The pair entered the town, walking through the bare streets. It seemed like everyone was in their houses celebrating for it was Christmas Day. Holly had seen through one house’s windows that they were having Christmas dinner and there were no wrapped presents underneath the tree. Her stomach growled at the thought of food but quickly shook it out of her head.
Holly and Gryphon were walking by a war memorial when suddenly it transformed. In its place was a statue of three figures. Holly stared at it for a while until she realized it was of the Potter family; James, Lily and a baby Harry. She swallowed hard, the Potter family, minus one, the one who wasn’t wanted. Holly and Gryphon continues their walk through the town until they found the cemetery. Holly pushed the gate open and started walking among the graves. Many familiar last names jumped out at her as students from Hogwarts. One of the graves had been wiped clean from the snow. She peered at it and recognized the name Peverell. ‘Hi there ancestor, rest in peace’ Holly thought. She saw a peculiar symbol engraved in the stone. A vertical enclosed in a circle, which was inside of a triangle. Holly thought hard about what it could mean until it came to her; it must be the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, the wand, stone and cloak.
She continued through the rows until she finally found the grave of Lily and James Potter. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death was engraved on the stone. Holly noticed a wreath of flowers had been placed on the grave indicating that Harry had probably come here. Judging by the amount of snow on the wreath it might have been a few days ago. Holly felt disappointed, she had come to find the trio but all she ended up with was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly she wanted to leave; she didn’t want to mourn the death of her parents. They weren’t her parents, they didn’t raise her. She turned on her heel and left the cemetery, blinking back fresh tears behind her eyes.
Holly walked at breakneck speed down the walkway and took a hard corner, wanting to get as far as she could from the statue and the gravestone. Suddenly a house appeared on her left. Holly stopped and stared at the Potter house, complete with blasted apart right side where the curse rebounded. Seeing the house, completely unchanged, made it much more real for Holly. She leaned on the gate that separated the house from the road. Suddenly a sign rose from the ground. It told Holly that the house had been preserved as a monument for the family. Various people had signed the sign with their initials, signatures and wishes for Harry. Holly felt more alone than ever at the sight of the well wishes, no one knew she existed, the secret daughter that would ruin the great Potter trio.
Suddenly Holly realized that anyone watching would know she wasn’t a Muggle if she could see the house. Holly and Gryphon quickly hurried out of the town before anyone could spot them. When they Apparated to a new campsite it wasn’t until Gryphon nudged Holly’s hand before she started the regular protective spells. She hurriedly set up the tent, wiping tears from her eyes.
“It’s silly isn’t Gryph?” Holly asked her dog, “The need to feel wanted? I’m just going to have to accept the past and not dwell on it.”
She thought for a few seconds before saying, “Life’s too short to be upset. I have to live in the here and now. So what if my parents didn’t want me, my mentor passed away, and I can’t be with my boyfriend or my …brother.” It was the first time she had said the word out loud and meant it. Gryphon cuddled up closer to Holly and sleep soon overtook them both.
That night Holly dreamt of a massive snake, a shattered wand, and a thick book with an old man with a long silver beard on the front.