beauty is a card that must get played

last words that will go down in history.

i. "i'm going to have a lot of fun with dudley this summer …"
ii. and together they walked back through the gateway to the muggle world.
iii. and grinning broadly at the look of horror on uncle vernon's face, harry sat off towards the station exit, hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.
iv. as hagrid had said, what would come, would come … and he would have to meet it when it did.
v. instead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with uncle vernon, aunt petunia and dudley hurrying along in his wake.
vi. his hand closed automatically around the fake horcrux, but in spite of everything, inspite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace to enjoy with ron and hermione.
vii. all was well.