It was a bright and sunny day, and King's Cross train station was just as he remembered it from the last time he'd been there. He looked around, reminiscing about how this was where so many important things had begun.
A call of his name had him turning, and he smiled at the group of people waiting for him. They smiled in return. He walked over and was immediately embraced, red hair tickling his nose. Not seconds after, there were more arms and more warm bodies surrounding him, hugging him.
He was half laughing, half crying, so happy was he to be there, amidst his family and feeling loved. He couldn't help but feel a momentary loss when they all finally pulled back to allow breathing room.
His hand was taken lightly and held between two soft ones. "Are you ready to go?" He offered a soft smile at the subdued hope in her eyes, and gently squeezed her hands. "I am."
Tears flew to her eyes and she embraced him again. A large, sturdy, warm hand was placed on his shoulder and offered a supporting squeeze.
When she pulled back, she was smiling brilliantly, as were all the people in their group. With her still holding tightly to his hand as if afraid he was going to be torn from her once more, Harry and his family left the station, laughing and chattering about things to do now that the war was over.
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It had been Ron and Hermione who found him, lying on his back with the blue sheets of Grimmauld Place surrounding him, his hands folded neatly over several pieces of folded up parchment, his face relaxed, as if asleep. Next to him, on the nightstand, was a half-empty mug sitting next to his wand, his glasses, and a worn book entitled Dangerous, Poisonous, and Malodorous Plants of the World and their Uses.