nineteen year later (HP7 'epilogue')

This is an excerpt of the so-called, "EPILOGUE" of the last installation to the Harry Potter seried, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...I don't know if this is true but, I believe it isn't because I've read all of J.K. Rowling's books of HP and the style of writing on this one was totally different...Madaming run-ons! Tsaka maraming sentences na irrelevant sa story. Sa akin lang ha. It was like, nung nagbabasa ako, I felt like nagbabasa ako ng isang fanfic...oh well, kayo na lang humusga:::

NINETEEN YEARS LATER

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts 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 move its way toward the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Albus’s voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car,

“I won’t! 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. “There’s nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slyth –”

But James caught his mother’s eye and fell silent. The 5 Potters approached the barrier. 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 hi parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother.

“Everyday, if you want us to,” said Ginny.

“Not everyday,” said Albus quickly, “James says most people only get letters from home about 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 onto platform nine and three quarters, which was obscured by thick white 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 reassuringly.

But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody’s faces. Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud. Harry thought he heard Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse to stop and say hello…

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