Its time is now. Its place is here, in this little town in Maine where the people go to church every Sunday. Where small girls and boys bring apples to their teachers. Where the local paper prints headlines about the Senior Citizens' Club.
Next week the paper will print headlines about a different kind of news.
"We will meet again, Harry," says Black. "You really are your father's son..." He pulls on the rope. Buckbeak flies up into the dark sky. The moon shines bright. Soon, they disappear into the night.