Epilogue
Harry Potter looked out of the window.
He was happy to see snow fall outside the castle.
It was Christmas.
Most of the witches, and wizards, were home for the holidays; some were waiting for their parents to pick them up, to take them back to London, Scotland, Wales, and Ireland. He knew his awful Uncle, Aunt, and cousin would make things worse. Using his wand in Surrey was against the 1698 Under-age Magical Act; his face was eyeing the books, as he grabbed his luggage, and Hedwig, his snowy owl.
'You better not be with...them...boy', Uncle Vernon said.
And he smirked, as he drove Harry home.
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To be continued...
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