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The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry's hand was still raised in farewell. |
"He'll be alright," murmured Ginny. |
As Harry looked dat her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. |
"I know he will." |
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well. |
Subsets and Splits