我很無聊，所以我現在在照著模糊的照片把原文打出來，有拼錯的話還請見諒^^" Nineteen Years Later (Epilogue) Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of the car exhaust and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cages rattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing, the owls inside them hooted indignantly and the redheaded girl trailed tearfully behind her brothers, clutching her father's arm. "It won't be long, and you'll be going too." Harry told her. "Two years." Sniffed Lily. "I want to go now!" The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wore it's way toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Albus's voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor, his sons had resumed the argument that had started in the car. "I won't be in slytherin!" "James, give it a rest!" said Ginny. "I only said he might be." said James, grinning at his younger brother. "Theres nothing wrong with that. He might be a Slyth--" But James caught his mother's eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, he had vanished. "You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing ont he momentary silence of his brother. "Every day, if you want us to," said Ginny. "Not every day," said Albus quickly. "James says most people only get letter from home once a month." "We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny. "And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "he likes a laugh, your brother." Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed. As they reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged on to platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick steam that was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James had already disappeared. "Where are they?" asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform. "We'll find them," Said Ginny reasurringly. But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces. Detached from their owners, voices rounded unaturally loud. Harry thought he heard Percy discouring loudly on the broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello. --

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