Mid-morning on Christmas Eve, Harry sat with Ron and Hermione at the table eating a light breakfast.
"So," Harry spoke, gaining their attention, "I'm thinking that we should keep moving. Go to Godric's Hollow, like you and I discussed before, 'Mione," he broached carefully.
"You discussed going to Godric's Hollow? Why? Wouldn't that be dangerous?" asked Ron.
Hermione sighed, "Well, Harry had suggested that You-Know-Who might have hidden a Horcrux there," pausing, she continued, "and I originally thought we might find the sword there as well."
"Well, we already have the sword, so do you still reckon it's worth a visit?" queried Ron.
"I still say we go. It's hard to explain, but I really feel like we'll find something there," replied Harry.
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances, and silently agreed; nodding their heads.
"Right then, we should Apparate there during nightfall," said Harry.
"We should use Polyjuice Potion, so we don't get spotted," supplied Hermione.
"No," said Harry.
"Mate, everyone will be looking for you. You can't just go walking around Godric's Hollow as yourself. You'll get killed," said Ron.
"No. Godric's Hollow is where I was born, I'm not returning as someone else," said Harry flatly.
Hermione placed her hands in his, causing Harry to relax instantly at her touch.
"Alright then, we leave tonight," agreed Ron.