My train was coming.
I knew that because everyone knew that.
I don't rember making the descision to use my suitcase as a bench instead of the literal one a few meters away, but I regretted it deeply.
When I was standing up, all 206 bones of my body played in an orchestra were everyone was hoplessly out of tune.
I took my suitcase by its leash and it followed me like and old and loyal dog.
The groaning of its bikes after every cobblestone it beat and the clock that tried its best to reenact a metronom but failled horribly at keeping a steady beat, were the only sounds that were instantly torn apart in this vacuum of silence.
I don't really understand why Dumbledore standing at the edge of the platform humming happily in his babyblue dressing gown watching the clouds, didn't bother me at all, but I just walked next to him, let my suitcase rest and followed his gaze.
"Good Morning Professor"
"A good Morning it is, Harry" he turned, inspecting me with his eyes matching the colour of his dressing gown "You took your time".
I nodded "Its been a while since I have been here, it changed"
He smiled "You have changed".
Behind the corner my train came into sights.
"Is this the end, Professor?"
I asked not seeking for any eye contact, lifting my suitcase up and waiting for the doors of the incoming train to open.
"Its not the end, nor is it the beginning of it."
After a short break in which the doors opened and I got inside of the train he said:"A wise man could say its the end of the beginning."
The Doors closed, Dumbledore smiled.