Just wanted to say (I'm in an airport at a "hot spot" --I wish!-- waiting for my plane) that as a younger than 35 yr old I completely love the first third of your story. I love it muchly. From the top of its head (if it had a head it would have a bangin hair cut) to the tip of it's toes (delicious toes it would have too). Maybe it's because I don't buy into those quick getting over 'ems. I love somebody or the idea of somebody (yes even fictional people because I am some serious creepy) and I mourn for them like those sicillian women who wear very sliming black dresses for the rest of their lives.

It was so weird and crass IMO to go from Hogwarts to that strange nightmarish sequence of marriage and settling down and children whose names got picked out from the obituary. To me it was like when those pretty perky reporters talk about a car crash and then smile and say, "In other news..." It's hard for me to jump emotions so fast like that. Your story did what the Epilogue should have done and didn't. Thank you thank you thank you!