It’s that scene at the empty white train station, and Dumbledore is there. “My boy”, he whispers, stroking his hair sadly, “my dear boy”.
A packed train comes, disgruntled passengers file out and filter around them, bit by bit robbing them of their possessions and clothing.
Harry stands naked and hairy in front of the now empty train, and with Dumbledore’s nod of approval, he steps in through the doors where his parents are waiting.
The door closes, and Harry’s train departs leaving Dumbledore alone at the station once more. Dumbledore reaches into the depths of his robes and procures a massive spliff, plods it easily between his lips, raises his lighter to it and - POOF - all the lights go out.
It’s that scene at the empty white train station, and Dumbledore is there. “My boy”, he whispers, stroking his hair sadly, “my dear boy”.
A packed train comes, disgruntled passengers file out and filter around them, bit by bit robbing them of their possessions and clothing.
Harry stands naked and hairy in front of the now empty train, and with Dumbledore’s nod of approval, he steps in through the doors where his parents are waiting.
The door closes, and Harry’s train departs leaving Dumbledore alone at the station once more. Dumbledore reaches into the depths of his robes and procures a massive spliff, plods it easily between his lips, raises his lighter to it and - POOF - all the lights go out.
Fin.