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Forest of Dean. I came here once with Mum and Dad. That was years ago. It’s just how I remember it. The trees, the river, everything. Like nothing’s changed… not true of course. Everything’s changed. If I brought them back here now, they’d probably not recognize any of it. Not the trees, not the river… not even me.

today, september 1st 2017, is the day the harry potter epilogue takes place. today ends the greatest story of our generation. but not really for those who grew up with the boy who lived. we know that hogwarts will always be there to welcome us home.

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A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”