Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but J.K. Rowling's.

Summary: One-shot -- The war has ended and two people have agreed to catch a train together.

Author's note: This fic is set just after the main events in DH and is not really compliant with anything.


The Platform

A man in a black robe was waiting impatiently at a train-station. He had no luggage, the only thing he carried was a copy of The Weekly Potions Magazine. His face was severe and wrinkled, which made his age indeterminable. Nervously, he tried to remove a portion of sweat, which had appeared on his forehead. Even trough his appearance seemed calm, uneasiness was radiating from him, as he changed between looking at the station watch and the stairs leading to the upper platform. The man's complexion was pale, almost yellowish, and his black hair was hanging dull and greasy around his harsh face. He was wearing a black scarf, which covered his entire neck; two deep scar-lines were visible in the edge of the scarf.

He looked briefly at the train again, it was soon to depart and whomever he was waiting for had not yet shown up.

"Are you getting on board or not?" the shrieking voice of the ticket goblin sounded in his direction. He shock his head, "No." he said in a sore voice. "I'll catch the next one." He then said, sitting down. "The next one is tomorrow, suit yourself." the goblin answered sourly. Again, he carefully placed himself on the bench, and looked down onto the pavement. Parts of the black hair were covering his face and his hands were trembling violently.

Just as the train was leaving the platform, he saw something flying past him. Troubled he stood up, looking at the woman desperately running after the train. She carried a small bag in one hand and a wizard's wand in the other. She was in her late thirties wearing worn-out muggle clothes, she was looking old, older than she was, but her face was shining. For him she had never been more beautiful.

She slowed down out of breath as the train disappeared in the horizon. For a moment the man removed his face from his trembling hands. With new life he stood up. "Lily?" He asked quietly, walking towards the end of the platform. The woman was standing there, watching the train they had missed, not realizing that he had been waiting for her. "Lily." He said with his destroyed voice, she startled and turned towards him.

A wilderness of red hair was almost covering her face. "Sev?" She asked surprised before he bent down and kissed her. She dropped her bag; magazines and sandwiches tumbled out on the platform. Not breaking his kiss, she embraced him and whispered: "Take me back to the wizard-world now, Severus, as you did when we were children."