Teenage Detective

Epilogue

Harry swiftly moved towards Kevin in terror, as the tall broad boy was trying to commit suicide with the last dart stolen from Elisa's coffin. His eyes widen as he saw the sharp tip of the dart touched Kevin's throat.

Out of the blue, a rock sized of a tennis ball hit Kevin's hand, making the tall boy winced and dropped the dart.

Harry seized this chance and tackled Kevin down. They both fell, panting, shocked and confused. Harry moved off his friend and watched the rock that saved his friend's life.

"Who threw…" his thought were cut short as he heard footsteps. He and Kevin saw them.

Darren, Corbin, Alin and Hermione came to them, watching them with worried expression.

"You guys… what are you guys doing here?" he asked puzzled.

"Sorry Harry, this morning Alin told me you went out in a hurry, I felt something was wrong and then Alin and I followed and then the boys came along," Hermione explained anxiously.

The snow was a quarter of an hour away from raining. The six still gathered in the middle of the field. Five watched down on the killer.

Darren spoke out. "Kevin… the truth is I was already suspected you in the beginning… suspected you killed Farah and Amy. Your relationship with Elisa… I knew it too from the beginning. When she died and Farah was killed by the 'Carrier's Darts'… I really knew you did it."

"But I couldn't think of you like that, we've been the best pair in football, I couldn't think of someone, who wants to become a professional football player become a murderer…"

Darren's bitter and regretful words made Kevin opened his eyes.

"You now know, Kevin, please don't kill yourself, we all want you to think, whether to commit a crime or not, we want you to keep on living, we really do hope you do too."


Snow turned to raindrops, pouring down on the six people in the field, Kevin could not hide the shame, so he closed his face with both his hands and cried. The footprints disappeared.

Without feelings, the last cherry blossom snow transformed into rain. The water deteriorated all the snow on the ground. The memory of nine years rose without a feeling.

On that day, we were playing under a cherry tree before we grown up. Maybe that was happiness in a short time.

Now on the same day, Kevin turned himself in to the police.


Three days later…

The remaining five decided to dig up the time capsule before Harry goes back to London.

"Unbelievable… we're digging in broad daylight!" Alin complained.

"Stop complaining… it's a Sunday," Corbin said coolly, while shovelling along with Darren and Harry, while Alin and Hermione watched with interest. "Plus Harry is going home today!"

Darren then chirped in. "If we don't dig now, we will be waiting forever."

Alin the kept her mouth shut and agreed with the two boys. They continued to dig and dig until one the shovel hit something.

"We got it!"

A metal bin stuck in the undergrowth, pulled out by eager teenagers. The lid was opened and eight wrapped packages of all sizes were still clean and undisturbed.

"Finally, let's open it one by one," Darren suggested and everyone agreed.

Alin grabbed one and it was the smallest with Corbin's name written on it. "This is Corbin's!" she said and opened it. Everyone gasped while Corbin flustered.

"Ah, that's!" he said anxiously.

The package was a cassette tape with the title 'Dream of a 17' written on it and other writings and Corbin's name.

' Introducing Me To The Seventeen Year Old Me

Side A

Dream of a Seventeen

Lyrics

ComposerCorbin

Guitar

Side B: Elisa My Love'

Darren burst into a laughing fit. "What's the name of this dorky song! You have no shame and you think you're a composer," Darren mocked in his laughter.

"Shut up, I was just eight!" Corbin retorted.

"Huh, what's on side B?" Harry inspected the cassette. Corbin head this and flushed. "So you were in love with Elisa, furthermore this song sounds cheesy," Harry said, trying to hold back his laughter.

Corbin snatched the tape away and shoved it in his pocket.

"Don't be stupid! Before we opened the time capsule, I have to make a confirmation so I wouldn't be bothered. A year ago I told Elisa… and she rejected me," Corbin explained.

"If that so then, the truth behind Corbin's sudden disappearance was…" said Harry in a suspense tone.

"Oh shut up!" Corbin barked.

"Next would be mine," said Darren as he opened some packages containing quality collector's cards. He grinned ruefully. "This would cost me a lot."

Harry opened a ball shaped package that he knew was Kevin's. As suspected, it was a ball but with some inscription on it.

'The 20th Junior Football Tournament Winner'

"This is Kevin's prize football he won when we were young," Alin told Harry.

Hermione opened one package too, and it was Amy's. "Look, Amy put in a ball too, a tennis ball. She wrote 'Wimbledon Champion'," said Hermione.

"Well she did say entering the Wimbledon was her dream," Harry told everyone.

Next was a diary. "Ah this must be Alin's, it's full of terrible recipes and also wanting to be a novel writer," Harry said disgustedly.

"You shouldn't be bothered by that," hissed Alin.

Harry then opened an envelope. "And Farah's one is…… a picture of Kevin?" he said puzzled.

"Behind it, there's something written on it," Corbin spotted.

Harry turned it around and read it.

"When this time capsule is open, I hope I can be someone that Kevin would be in love… Farah," Harry finished reading and everyone was silent for a moment.

"Ever since then, she thought of Kevin as a special someone," said Corbin, breaking the silence.

"She changed into someone who she thought Kevin would take interest into," Alin continued,

"When she heard of Kevin and Elisa, she was deeply frustrated and made a lie and without thinking of the consequences, Elisa was killed," Harry added. "Mistakes and misunderstanding have made things irreparable."


Harry opened his package, which was just a cap with a letter in it. He wore it and everyone saved Hermione was surprised it fit.

The letter said…

'To myself…

If I am reading this by the time the time capsule open, it means that I am out of the Dursleys, have my own house, my own car and the best mates I could ever have…

Harry Potter


"Lastly would be Elisa's," Darren said, peeking excitedly into the lid. "Open it Harry!"

Harry picked up the package and unwrap it. Harry grinned softly. "A sketch book," he told everyone and flipped it open.

There were pictures of every one of them, doing what they do best. There were a sketch of Kevin and Darren playing football, a sketch of Corbin and his guitar, Amy playing tennis, Farah daydreaming and Alin being cheery.

"Everyone is doing what they like, but the best of all, the looks on the faces are genuine," said Alin, looking amazed at more and more of the sketches.

"She can get into great detail," Hermione discerned correctly.

"Even though she was a quiet person, sitting in a quiet place but she really love being with everyone," Corbin said admiringly.

"If this time capsule could be opened a little early, maybe things could change," Darren said regretfully.

Harry then shivered suddenly. "Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked caringly.

"I just felt something…" he abruptly stop when he noticed a snow flake fell on his shoulder.

It was like miracle, snow fell on them. "Snow?" Ali said puzzled. All of them looked around them in amazement as the cherry blossom snow fell again.

"The snow should have stop falling three days ago," said Harry.

"I don't believe it," Darren gasped.

"For three hundred years, it never happen like this before," said Corbin.

A paper slipped out of Elisa's sketch book and landed on Harry's feet. He picked it up and gaze with astonishment. It was a picture of him watching Elisa painting.

"Why do you like painting in a quiet place like this?" he asked Elisa nine years ago.

"I love the snow," Elisa answered simply.


Alin, Darren and Corbin accompanied Harry and Hermione to the train station. They wanted to bid farewell as they would not see the two for a long time.

"It's sad to see you go but I am going to visit you," Darren told Harry.

"You can come anytime," Harry told his plump friend, and they shook hands.

"Take care of yourself, and if you come back here, there's a nice fish for you," Corbin told Harry and winked at him. Then he added, "Take care of your girl too."

Both Hermione and Harry blushed at the blonde's statement.

"Hei Alin, are you ill or something?" Darren asked Alin, who was unusually herself.

"I'm fine, if I want to see Harry, I can do that anytime I want," she said and tears started to well down her eyes.

The train signalled for departure. The five teenagers exchange gratitude and hugs as Harry and Hermione boarded the train.


"I'm tired," Harry said and Hermione giggled at him.

"Can I sit here?" asked a gruff voice.

Harry answered yes as he turned his head to look at the stranger. He was slightly surprised to see a huge broad man in blue coat, more surprising that the man has a scar on his right cheek. Harry knew who the man is.

The man sat beside Harry. "Did you two come for the festival?" the stranger asked.

"Um… kind of," Hermione replied.

"Sorry for the interruption, I used to live in St. Edwards. Lately, I learned that my daughter passed away because of something, as a father…" the man hesitated to speak but then change the topic.

"Because of travelling, I didn't make it in time for her funeral, I shouldn't have…" the man hesitated again and then continued.

"Because of something, ever since she was small, she was away from me but we always wrote letters to each other but now she's gone, my heart is broken," the man stopped talking for a moment.

"Ah, forgive me, I am talking nonsense, my daughter used to post pictures to me too, and in one of the pictures has someone who looks just like you, that's why I don't care holding back anything."

"It's alright, this is also a coincidence," Harry told the stranger as the train moved in the setting sun.