ATTENTION READERS: I wrote this when I was eleven and then, HP&GOF was the last book. My brother Soham, who was fourteen, then, had helped me with the idea. The writing is childish since I didn’t change it (save a few spelling and grammatical errors which would embarrass me now.)
The Arrival (an enchanting epilogue to the 7th Harry Potter book)
In a far off hill, with towers, tall turrets and flags fluttering in the September breeze, stood the ancient castle of Hogwarts.
The gleaming, scarlet Hogwarts Express came to a loud, screeching halt at the Hogsmeade station. It puffed out a lot of steam before coming to rest. As soon as the train stopped, a big booming voice was heard, “First-years, this way” and golden light from a lantern revealed the speaker. He was enormous; his face was covered by grayish-black beard. His beetle eyes shone brightly. A group of first years, wearing new black robes headed in his direction.
From the train descended the senior students. They walked over to the horseless carriages, which would be taking them to their school.
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There was a buzz of excitement in the Great Hall. Students were seated in their respective houses: Gryffindor, Slytherine, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
A door opened behind the high table and Professor McGonagall entered, carrying something old, tattered, battered and patched at several places-the Sorting Hat. As McGonagall called out the names, the nervous first years came forward and tried on the wise hat. The shouts of the hat rented the Great hall. The students went to their respective house seats.
Silence fell and the babble died away as Professor Dumbledore stood up to address the students. He looked much older, his beard was a few inches longer then it had been last year, but his wrinkled face still had the smile. The all-knowing, twinkling blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles sparkled brightly. He then cleared his throat and said, “Welcome, welcome students!! …….This year you will be having a very special Defence Against Dark Arts teacher. He needs no introduction-”
Suddenly, behind the staff table apparated a young wizard in black robes (older students gasped: they knew that no one could apparate inside Hogwarts). But our young wizard, being very gifted and skilled, could apparate anywhere: even inside a Gringotts vault!
Everybody stared in perfect silence-bewildered. Most failed to notice a resemblance between the new teacher and the boy who once studied in this great castle.
The teacher had jet black hair. Behind his round glasses were his almond green eyes. Almost all noticed that but they failed to notice that behind the fringe of jet black hair, there was the unmistakable, unforgettable lightning-bolt shaped scar.
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