“Harry, I think it’s Christmas Eve!” said Hermione.
He had lost track of the date; they had not seen a newspaper for weeks.
“I’m sure it is,” said Hermione, her eyes upon the church. “They… they’ll be in there, won’t they? Your mum and dad? I can see the graveyard behind it.”
Harry felt a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all. Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward. Halfway across the square, however, she stopped dead.
yongguk’s always been one to be close to his family, and him mentioning his grandparents in his thank you speech really brought tears to my eyes. congratulations, b.a.p, hopefully there’s many more awards to come #BAP3rdWIN ♡