The Final Ride of the Hogwarts Express

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The train is ready - mute passengers slumped in their seats, staring at nothing, boiler-suited slab of a driver draped over the side of the cab. Steam is pluming from the engine and the coal shovel fidgets beside the tender chute, waiting for the firebox to be opened.

Hogwarts and Hogsmeade are long behind, now. Ahead lies the track, an unbroken line of steel leading out into the hills.

And over the bridge.