Death…is a train station. You get on board with your best friends and everyone who ever loved you. And you play exploding snap and eat pumpkin pasties and get to know each other like you never got to in life for a hundred years. It's riding towards something wonderful without any rush at all because whatever it is will always be there, waiting for you, when you're good and ready.

Death…is a Zonko's full of jokes that never get old, where you can laugh with yourself and your friends forever and ever, again and again, and never get tired of it all. Where you can enchant every child who ever died, and prank every person who ever needed a good laugh.

Death…is Christmas dinner with your family, who are all hale and healthy, and happy to see you. It's the best cooking you've ever made, and all the gifts you never got to give them, and all the grandchildren you never got to see, and all the in-laws you never got to welcome to the family.

Death…is a world where every kind of person lives in perfect harmony—muggles fly brooms and wizards take trains and cars can take you to meet aliens. It's being important and doing all the things you love—tinkering and mixing this and that to make it just a bit better—and knowing that you can take care of everyone you love just like this.

Death…is the people who never saw the monster under your skin. It's the boys you swam the lake with, that you mapped castles with, that loved you better than your own parents could. It's friendship with them and the kid they should have embraced, and now you can, because there is no more betrayal, no more hurt, no more bullying, and no more good and evil and Slytherin and Gryfindor keeping you from pushing James and Severus into the lake together, smiling all the while. Death is no more moon, no more scars.

Death…is having your best friend and the girl you love stand behind you, and next to you at the same time so that you can out shine everyone who ever lived, and know that your friends don't mind—that they want this for you as much as anyone. It is seeing all your brothers wish they could be just like you. It is seeing your mother and father feel more proud of you than anyone else. It is knowing that you are the most remarkable guy out there, and knowing that you are a perfect match for the smartest, bravest girl in the world, because no one else would be a better choice. No one. It is having your best friend be faceless in the background where he likes it, where the only fame he gets is by being your best friend.

Death…is reading with the-boy-who-is-as-good-as-your-brother and his brother, the-boy-who-loves-you-and-never-has-a-problem-showing-his-sensitiveity in a library that never ends. It is having an eternity to read and learn and try new things with these two boys. It is never ever being teased or tormented for being smart, for not being so pretty, for being muggle-born, for being you. It is the chance to see and do anything you want as much as you want, because there is all the time there will ever be.

Death…is green eyes and red hair.