Chapter One; The decision
"I've got a choice?"
"Oh yes." Dumbledore smiled at him. "We are in King's Cross, you say? I think that if you decide not to go back, you would be able to…let's say… board a train?"
"And where would it take me?"
"On." said Dumbledore simply.
Harry thought for a long, long time. A relaxing train ride sounded quite nice. Neville's got the sword. He'll finish Nagini off, I know it. Harry furrowed his brows. Another voice spoke in his head, But Voldemort.
Harry didn't know what to do. This whole year had been stressful. It is time for a rest. Harry smiled. It was time for him to move on.
"I'm coming." said Harry, still uneasy.
"With me?" asked Dumbledore, startled.
"Yes." And at that moment, a train arrived, resembling The Hogwarts Express very much.
"Shall we?" asked Dumbledore, giving one more chance. Harry nodded silently and stepped forward, arm hooked with Dumbledore. The train door slid open and the two stepped onto the train. Harry looked out the window, still in the hallway. The train started and smoothly moved forward. An immense load of relief washed over Harry. After several minutes the train came to a halt, right outside of a town, a bit of it looking like Godric's Hollow, another bit resembling Hogsmeade. Harry looked out, at the neverending town, each bit looking different, farther than the horizon. Trains were stopping at several different places, and Harry knew that they all contained folk in the blessed state of Rigor Mortis. Harry had a hunch that the entrances to heaven looked different to everyone. Harry turned to the right to look at Dumbledore, but he was gone. Of course, he's already dead. It was all in my head.
The train door opened and Harry stepped out, a bright light blinding him. Instantly, all the train stops and trains themselves disappeared, sealing him into heaven. Now all he could see was Godric's Hollow, and Hogsmeade. Harry looked forward. A tall, redhead young man was slouching. He had a jokester smile on his face. Fred croaked Harry, and Fred smiled. Fred tried to walk up to him, but another man, much older, stopped him. This man had a wise look, and shoulder-length hair, and a nicely cut beard, a laughing smile as well. Sirius! Harry started to tear up. Next came a thin man, the same age as Sirius. He had lightened scars across his face, barely visible. His arm was around a younger woman, with bubble-gum pink hair. Tonks… Lupin! Harry cried, and cried and cried. I'm so sorry! Two people hugged him, and Harry looked up. It was a young man, with mussy black hair, and round glasses. The second person was a woman, with long red hair, startling green eyes, and a soft face.
"Dad! Mum!" Harry cried. The feeling was amazing, his parents hugging him for the first time he could remember.
"Shh, shh." conforted Lily Potter, stroking Harry's hair like he was a child, "You are home now."