Harry's vision was crystal clear as he woke up. He felt the light clothes lay along his body, and shifted around to notice the movement around him. He sat up and looked around at the white surroundings. Pillars to the curved ceiling, and train tracks cutting through the middle. He watched as people walked around him, forming lines to get onto a train that had not yet arrived. They atmosphere was one of quiet determination.
He looked out to see where the people were coming from, they seemed to fade into existence as they joined lines. Walking slowly, but purposefully towards the tracks which were currently barren.
Suddenly Harry's eyes caught on a single stationary individual. They were wearing white like he was. Standing in the middle of the crowd, smiling at Harry. Albus Dumbledore walked forward slowly, his eyes sparkling in the whiteness of the room.
"Harry Potter." The old man said, walking forward. "You've done it again haven't you."
"Where am I?" Harry asked, his gaze wandering the crowd.
"I believe that we discussed this previously Harry." Dumbledore said with a kind chuckle. "The station is simply being put to a different purpose today."
Harry nodded, he had known this answer, but didn't know what else to say. The number of people walking towards the train seemed to slow. Harry heard a train coming towards the tracks from the far distance.
"But where are they going?" He asked
"An excellent question that I think is yours to answer Harry. They appear to be all of those who you have died for."
"They?!" Harry interrupted "Then why aren't you boarding?" Harry asked urgently.
"You have died for those lost in the war. You died for the good people that were fighting for the light and lost." Dumbledore sighed. "I did not lose to the darkness Harry. My death was planned. I do however expect that the man who I asked to kill me is boarding this train right now."
Harry stood shocked. "Everyone I died for?" He asked, "My parents, Fred, Remus, Sirius?" His voice rose as he looked around the room, scanning quickly for his family.
"I do believe you will see them all again Harry." The old man said, his voice quickly adding a calm to Harry's demeanor. "They are boarding the train with you. I would be willing to guess that you died at the hands of one of Voldemort's direct followers this time, yes?"
Harry nodded.
"Well then they have been unable to hurt you since the moment that Voldemort tried to kill you several years ago. He will not kill you today Harry, but instead will give the power to do the impossible." Dumbledore paused, "You are going to bring back the dead Harry. All you must do now is tell them where to go. I of course have a suggestion if you would like it."
Harry stared at Dumbledore. The exhaustion of the last few days did not weigh on him here, yet he still felt like time had slowed down as he took in the words of a dead man.
"You want me to send them to Hogwarts." Harry didn't need to make this a question. Dumbledore didn't know that the ministry was more trustworthy now, or that Hogwarts had never been quite the same without him. Yet he also didn't know the specifics of the Room of Requirement, and its abilities to make everything work out the exact way the user wanted it to. Harry considered sending hundreds of people into Hogwarts, undetected, unnoticed, and without a warning. As soon as he realized that he would need to make sure the doors remained locked, and the individuals inside well-fed, he knew that the room would do those things for him.
Harry nodded to Dumbledore, "I think you're right," He said "they will be safe there."
Dumbledore smiled as the train pulled into the station and people began to board. Harry watched them get into their cars. He noticed a young red headed man joking around with two older red-headed men who Harry assumed to be Fred Weasley and Fabian and Gideon Prewett. He looked further into the distance and saw a tuft of pink hair as it boarded onto the train.
He smiled calmly, surprised at the level of acceptance he had for the dead coming back to life. There would be problems with this. But first there would be jubilation. There would be parties gatherings, and reunions. There would be endless tears shed by Mrs. Weasley and her children. Harry knew that he too would be overcome by emotion. Right now, however, he was simply waiting. A calmness had fallen over him since he had come from the battlefield.
Dumbledore coughed slightly to pull Harry's attention back to where he was. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.
Harry noticed that the crowd size had drastically dwindled. He nodded to Dumbledore as he turned back to look at the train. He saw his parents board the train. James with his messy hair, and Lily with her green eyes and bright red hair. Their doors closed and the train seemed to be waiting for him before it left.
"I'm ready," Harry said. And with that, the train began to take off, and Harry felt himself drifting into a heavier consciousness.