Sincerely, Harry James Potter

Epilogue

One Year Later

Dan Radcliffe was just getting his guitar out to practice when he heard the afternoon post slip through the mail slot in the front door. Setting the instrument down he went downstairs and gathered the various envelopes, catalogs, and adverts up off the floor. Flipping through it quickly he threw the items for his parents on the hall table and then sat down on the stairs to take a closer look at his mail. Most of his fan mail was directed to Leavesdon Studios or his publicist so he wasn't expecting to find any here.

Without looking too closely, Dan opened an envelope that was slightly larger than the rest.

Dear Daniel,

"I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for your vivid and accurate portrayal of me in the Harry Potter films."--Dan snorted. This guy actually thought he was Harry Potter. "--It was the discovery that I have been known in the muggle world as a fictional character and the events immediately following that discovery that have led to the most positive change my life could have known. Seeing you acting as me was one of the factors that led to these events. It was like looking at myself ten years in the past. As I am aware that muggles only know of my life up to the end of my fifth year at Hogwarts--I understand the next book about my sixth year will be out shortly--I will not tell you any more than this. I just wanted to thank you for what you have done.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

P.S. I thought you might enjoy the enclosed.

Dan snorted a second time as he read the signature. He was grinning widely as he dropped the letter on the step next to him and rummaged in the envelope for whatever the nutter had enclosed. He pulled out a slightly thicker piece of paper and looked at it. The grin on his faced disappeared. Surely it must be some kind of joke. He flipped over the envelope he still had in his other hand to read the postmark. There was no postmark. Not only that, there was no postage. In fact, the envelope didn't even look like regular paper. It seemed to be, dare he think it, parchment? He looked again at the enclosed item that had wiped the grin off his face.

It was a photograph. On the far left was a young man with round glasses and messy black hair. Dan wasn't sure the man looked exactly like him but still felt eerily as though he was looking at something from his future. Next to the man was a young woman with brown hair that only seemed a little bushy. She was holding a baby in her arms. On her other side was another young man who had ginger hair. He was looking adoringly at the woman and was holding the baby's hand with his thumb and forefinger. At the very right stood a woman with the same ginger hair. She was smiling broadly. But what had caught Dan's attention was the fact that the people in the photo were moving. The couple in the middle alternately looked at each other and the baby and then kissed while the people on the ends of the picture also looked at the baby, then looked up at the couple kissing followed by a glance around them at each other. Then all four of the people looked out of the photo and waved while the baby kicked its feet.

Jumping up from the stairs Dan went to the window next to the door and peered around the curtain. He didn't see anything unusual. There were no strange people lingering about and nothing was any different than any other day. Except...As Dan was turning away something caught his eye. He looked again and saw, to his amazement, that there was a snowy white owl sitting on the front gate. The owl seemed to be eyeing him. They stared at each other for a moment and then the owl, with a hoot and a nod towards Dan, spread her wings and flew away.