Chapter 34
**Chapter : Surprising Revelations in Godric's Hollow**
**Alex’s POV**
A few days after Harry had finished getting his supplies, we made arrangements to visit **Godric's Hollow**. He was hesitant at first, unsure about how he would feel seeing the place where his parents had been killed. But I knew this trip would be important, not only for Harry to understand more about his past but for me to find the magical clues left behind by Lily and James Potter.
We took the **Knight Bus** to the village early one morning, arriving under the cover of dawn to avoid drawing too much attention. Godric’s Hollow was a quaint, quiet place, nestled in the English countryside. As we walked towards the Potter house, Harry seemed a bit lost in his thoughts.
“This is where they lived?” he asked, his voice soft as we approached the now overgrown remnants of the house.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “This is where your parents made their last stand.”
The house had been left untouched since that fateful night. It was eerily quiet, with broken windows and parts of the roof collapsed. We walked past the **statue of James, Lily, and baby Harry**, which stood as a memorial to the family that had been torn apart by Voldemort.
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**Inside the Ruins**
I cast a **Revelio** spell as we entered the property, hoping to detect any lingering magic. Sure enough, the **protections** Lily had cast were still present, albeit faint, as though remnants of the powerful magic she had used to protect Harry. I carefully traced the runes carved into the foundation—old magic, family magic. This was what had saved Harry, but there was more to uncover.
I led Harry deeper into the ruins, where we found an **enchanted trunk** hidden behind a collapsed wall. It was old, but the magic sealing it was still intact. The trunk bore the initials **L.P.**, for **Lily Potter**.
“Looks like your mum left something behind for you,” I said, handing Harry the trunk.
He looked at it with wide eyes, hesitant to open it. “Do you think… it’s safe?”
“Definitely. If it’s anything dangerous, I’ll take care of it,” I reassured him. “But I think this is meant for you.”
With a shaky breath, Harry unlatched the trunk. Inside were **diaries, notes, and letters**—all written by Lily. It was a treasure trove of her thoughts, experiments, and most importantly, details about the protections she had placed on Harry and the circumstances of that night.
Harry pulled out one of the diaries, leafing through it with trembling hands. “She wrote all this… for me?”
“Not just for you,” I said quietly, reading over his shoulder. “It looks like she was preparing for something bigger. There’s a lot of information about her research into blood magic and magical protections. This could be incredibly important for you—and for **Sirius**.”
Harry froze. “Sirius?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “this might be the evidence we need to clear his name. If we can prove that he wasn’t responsible for what happened that night, it could be enough to get him a fair trial.”
Harry’s eyes were wide with realization. “You mean… he didn’t do it?”
“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Sirius never betrayed your parents. It was **Peter Pettigrew**. He’s still out there, hiding. And if we can use the evidence in these notes, we might be able to free Sirius.”
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**The Graveyard Visit**
After searching through the trunk, we made our way to the **graveyard**, where James and Lily were buried. Harry stood in front of their graves for a long time, staring at the names etched into the cold stone. It was a heavy moment, and I could tell he was struggling to hold back his emotions.
“I never got to know them,” Harry whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t even know what they were like.”
“They were good people, Harry,” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “They loved you more than anything. And they died protecting you.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll make sure their sacrifice wasn’t for nothing.”
It was clear this visit had a profound effect on him. Harry had always carried the weight of his parents' deaths, but now he was beginning to understand the bigger picture. He wasn’t just a boy who had survived Voldemort—he was a key player in the fight to stop him from rising again.
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**Revelations About Wizarding Politics**
As we made our way back to the Knight Bus, Harry was deep in thought. “Why didn’t anyone tell me about Sirius? Why didn’t anyone tell me the truth?”
“It’s complicated,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Wizarding politics are a mess, Harry. People like **Lucius Malfoy** and **Cornelius Fudge** hold a lot of power. They would rather keep the truth buried than risk exposing their own secrets.”
Harry scowled. “That’s not right. How can I help Sirius if the Ministry is corrupt?”
I smirked, impressed by his growing understanding. “You have something they don’t. Your **name**. You’re Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. That carries a lot of weight in the wizarding world. If you start pushing for Sirius’s trial, people will listen. You can use your celebrity status to bring attention to it.”
His eyes lit up with realization. “So, I can make them listen?”
“Exactly,” I said. “You don’t have to do it right away. You’re still young, and you have a lot to learn. But when the time is right, you’ll have the power to change things. And I’ll be here to help you when that time comes.”
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**Surprising Discoveries in Gringotts**
Before we left for Hogwarts, I made sure Harry had another meeting with **Ragnok** at **Gringotts**. This time, we uncovered more evidence regarding Sirius’s innocence. There were financial transactions and documents that proved **Peter Pettigrew** had been alive long after the Potters’ deaths, as well as letters from James to Sirius that indicated their friendship had never faltered.
This information would be vital in the future, and I knew we had to keep it safe until the time was right. We left Gringotts with a sense of purpose, knowing that we had taken a significant step toward freeing Sirius.
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**The Road Ahead**
As we headed back to the Knight Bus, I couldn’t help but think about the future. Harry was still just a boy, but he was starting to see the bigger picture. He was realizing that his name carried power, and that he could use it to make real change in the wizarding world.
But for now, it was enough that he was on the right path. I would continue guiding him from the shadows, helping him grow stronger, until the time came for him to take his place in the fight against Voldemort.
And as for me, I still had my own goals. The knowledge I had gained from the **Horcrux ritual** and the **Potter estate** was invaluable, but there was still much to learn. I would continue my research, expand my power, and ensure that when the final battle came, I would be ready.
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**End of Chapter**