There is a castle in Scotland, where a great battle took place many, many years ago. And, if you enter through the front gate and take a carriage pulled by unseen horses up past the lake and into the courtyard, you many stand and see a statue; erected and dedicated there to that great hero of old who put his life on the line for others.
The statue is of a young man, messy hair blown back by an unseen wind and his robes billowing around him. His eyes are focused on the horizon; his wand clutched tightly in his right hand and pointed up toward the heavens. His round, old-fashioned glasses are slightly askew and the trademark lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead livid. His eyes are slightly narrowed, giving the impression, even in stone, that he would do anything for family.
At the base of the monument, etched clearly in careful, neat writing, it says this:
Dedicated to Harry James Potter, who was prepared to sacrifice himself here, on this day, June 12, 1998, in the hopes of creating a better world for the next generation.
And, on a plaque below that, it has this quote:
"Harry Potter will never truly be gone, as long as there are those who remain loyal."
-By Neville Longbottom, a long time friend of Harry's
And, if you wait there till sunset, when the sun tinges the castle blood-red and the bridge between times is smallest, you may still hear Harry, shouting his best hope to the heavens, then the light around the statue will flash an electric green, reflecting in the statue's eyes. And for a millisecond, they seem to be moving, as if the statue is really alive.
But even after the light is long gone, and the sun has set, an echo reverberates through time.
"Expelliarmus!"
Perhaps Neville was right. Perhaps Harry Potter isn't truly gone. Perhaps, just perhaps, there are still those who remain loyal . . .