Epilogue: The long journey home
"Yup, this is it." the moving man said to his partner.
"But isn't this the haunted
house?" his partner asked. "You sure you
got the address
right?"
"Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
Yup, this is definitely
it."
The two men got a large
crate off their truck and wheeled it through the snow
on a dolly
and into the house. The prepaid order, from one Professor
S.
Snape, was for them to crate up a large antique claw foot
mirror to be found
at this location, and to take it to the train
station at Kings Cross.
The men went to work efficiently and
soon the well packed crate was back on
the truck.
Other
than being heavy, it wasn't a difficult job. Yet they were
both
relieved when they delivered the crate to the train station
as instructed,
placing it in care of a very large, very tall,
bearded man.
They both watched in awe as the giant
sized man picked it up single-handedly
and with a nod, turned and
carried it off, seeming to disappear, despite his
size, into the
crowd somewhere between platforms nine and ten.
The
only evidence he'd been there at all was a trail left behind of
hushed
whispers, giggles, and the scent of ripe summer
strawberries.
-fin-
a/n- ok I didn't actually write the last 3chapters my friend DracaDelirus, please let me know what you thought, but the credit goes to her.
Charlie-becks x