Harry Potter Godric Hollow Novels & Stories

Once, twice, until black licks at my sight. What? The gold strand catches light from passing streetlamps. Harry’s hair. The last time I saw it, I was brushing it from his eyes, telling him I’d be home soon. That was four days ago. Before he died in my arms. But Mad-Bishop was in Moscow when Harry died. Dakor wasn’t. Oh God. What have I done? My throat tightens. I glance at Mad-Bishop, then back to him. Dakor smirks again.