Christmas Presents, Buy Them Yourself
After leaving Spinner's End, Petunia took Charles to a nearby German Restaurant for dinner.
The restaurant was run by a German couple who rented the old Evans' house. Naturally, they warmly welcomed their landlord.
Petunia remained silent from beginning to end. Charles knew she was in a bad mood, so he said nothing either and concentrated on gnawing at the fragrant roast pork knuckle.
Charles thought the day's events were over, but halfway there, while Petunia was driving toward Privet Drive, she suddenly swung the car into a skid, then hit the accelerator and drove all the way to Godric's Hollow.
It was already deep into the night. The two of them walked through the narrow lanes, where beautiful Christmas decorations had already been hung on the houses on either side.
Several dim streetlamps shone beside the village square. As their footsteps grew louder, the War Memorial at the center of the square transformed into the Potter family: a man with messy hair and glasses, a beautiful and kind woman with long hair, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. Snow had settled over them like white hats and capes.
Petunia stood quietly before the memorial until the cold wind rose and snowflakes began to fall.
Charles stayed beside her. Lupin had mentioned what happened in Godric's Hollow yesterday, but he had not expected Petunia to act so quickly.
Afterward, Petunia and Charles arrived before the ruins of the Potter house. No one had tended the place for ten years. The plants planted as a hedge had grown into a tangled mess, and waist-deep weeds filled the grounds. Through the iron gate, they could see rubble on the ground and most of the house still standing. The house was almost completely covered in