I had gotten this idea from an fan art called Harry Potter- Home on Deviant Art. I thought it was really touching and sad. Here's the website if you want to see the picture: .com/?q=harry%20potter&order=9&offset=96#/d10ajwy. Please enjoy!
Dying was the easy part. Waiting, not so much. I sat at King's Cross waiting for the train. One came, but I couldn't get on. The second train was a golden replica of the Hogwarts Express and it let me on. I watched the scenery fly by and I realized something; this was my first train ride to Hogwarts without a Potter to bring some mischief or adventure. The ride is the same amount of time as the real one, but I was completely bored. There was no one there.
When I arrived at Hogwarts, I just appeared at the doors; there was no Thestrals, or boat ride. Standing at the door are two people I haven't seen in a long time. They smile and hand me a paper that looks like the Marauder's map. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Writing appears, "Mr. Prongs and Mr. Padfoot would like to welcome Mr. Moony… home." Tears run down my face as I look up and give my friends a hug. I WAS home.