The location of the grave was not marked by anything; for forty years, the earth covering it had been arid and crackled, and odd things had been known to happen in these parts of the moor. And still Minerva McGonagall came here, year after year, to contemplate the curse that had come from her to contaminate the moor now enclosing it.
A fascinating story, beautifully told.
Minerva's stony determination and Voldemort's narcissism and possessiveness are perfectly drawn, as is the portrait of village life.
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