(… This is my first chapter. Laugh away my minions, laugh away.)
Harry glanced between Dumbledore and the train platform, and made the decision of a lifetime. He looked at Dumbledore, and said, "Professor.. I know everyone needs me to go back. But I can't. I've been fighting for so long, and everyone has expected so much from me, I just can't go back. Voldemort has won. He has the Elder Wand, and there is no way I could beat it… And… I am tired. I know you are probably disappointed in me, but I want to 'go on.' Please Professor…" Dumbledore smiled kindly and somewhat sadly at Harry, and said, "It's quite alright Harry. I understand. I would have made the same decision. A train should arrive shortly… Ah, yes, just in time." He stood as a scarlet train rolled into the station. He took Harry by his upper arm, and together they boarded the train. Harry stared awestruck as the platform returned to its indistinct mist form. Then, the train doors closed, closing Harry from view of anything, and the scarlet train sped off, onwards, and away from the war of the Wizarding world.