There is not much I can say here that the headline doesn’t already tell you and you probably just want to get right to the dogs in pantyhose, so I’m just going to cut and paste the last paragraph from the Harry Potter books and see if anyone even notices.
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air.
The train rounded a corner.
Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.
“He’ll be all right,” murmured Ginny. As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.
“I know he will.”
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.
All was well.
