((This is my entry in my local newspaper's Deathly Hallows contest. Write a 77-word entry about the end of the book. Due at 7am on 7/7/07. Clever eh? Hope you enjoy!))
The wind blew around those same untidy, jet-black bangs that needed a trim. Underneath those bangs was the same crooked, lightening bolt scar that still remained, even after these long seven years.
The scar represented everything Harry had been through - all the trials and heartache he had endured. Now, it was over….
Walking back inside, Harry paused at the hall mirror. Gazing in, he expected the same reflection. Instead he saw that his scar had faded.