She nodded. "Godric's Hollow." Her timbre itself was hollow, matching the desertedness of Harry's birthplace. It had been a still, quiet night much like this one a year ago winter. Harry let out a hiss and ducked his head, pausing briefly as grey spots, followed by a flash of green light and the image of a snake, danced behind his vision before the moment passed. Opening his eyes, he could feel Hermione watching him in concern. It was only small comfort to know that....