Between 9 and 10

It was strange... be there. After all I had experienced, I was back to my reality, still with those clothes. That black coat, however light, did not seem to fit that first of September. But, here I am, and no one was able to see me. I was with her, obviously. I thought I needed to be close. I had told her all the story, history that she, in the end, already knew. Sebastian's adventures and how those adventures were about to destroy reality. Not one of the many, the reality.-And now you came here to ...--I wanted to see Harry... the real Harry.--And so we two would be...--Real-maker.- I confirmed.-Ok... will there be a time when you'll explain everything to me?--Maybe, right now I'm in Italy. I have to go back to my time...--Can you travel over time?--You said it to me, someday I'll explain everything to you.- I grinned. -To, on the other hand? What will you do?--You know, I'm taking Newt.--Because I know, I was hoping for the trilogy of the...--I will not make a trilogy of the maraunders, you know better than anyone else!--Okay, I understand!- I stood up, leaving a ten-pound note on the table and looking at her for the last time. -You've changed the childhood of over three billion people, you know?--I am sure Sebastian will do the same.--Sebastian Black will never become a best-seller at Harry Potter levels, but I hope he can beat Twilight...-I stop for a moment to observe her eyes, losing to them, then to talk as soon as I see them clinging to a smile.-It was an honor to talk to you, Mrs. Rowling. One day it will be all very clear, but for the moment, it must wait for the success of my books. I have to explain to them when others will know about our encounter.--And then?--I'll erase the memory. Essentially you will forget about me and everything I told you with my bad English.--Ok.-Joanne had said that last word without a logical reason. She was alone in the kitchen. His daughter would wake up shortly, so there was not much time left to lose. The only thing he did not understand was the seven pounds he had in his pocket.He was there. There with him, because he had stayed until the end. All summer, all years. He was there while they had protected the stone, opened the room, saved the prisoner, won the tournament, became part of the order, discovered the prince and collected the gifts. Because he did not need a letter or a wand to be part of something like that. It was not where they all of fandom, but where was he. Not seen, hidden while running with his family between the nine and ten track.Everyone was happy, and he had to go back to work. Because he knew it, and the rest did not matter. She knew that the scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.