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”The train began to move,and Harry walked alongside it, watching his sons thin face already ablaze with excitement. Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him… .
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train round a corner Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.
”He’ll be all right,” murmered Ginny.
As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.
”I know he will.”
The scar had not pained him for nineteen years. All was well.