Welcome Home
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He wanders aimlessly, rather unsure of where to go, or even where he should be going. It's quite obvious he's lost, except that there's nowhere to go.
There's white. So much white; it covers everything, and he wonders to himself if there's a purpose. If white is the color of life, then why is he so sure he's dead?
He remembers things. He remembers the battle; he remembers Harry, and Nymphadora, and Teddy, and he sighs inaudibly as he walks. There's no point anymore. He's gone. They're gone.
He keeps walking.
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It feels like he's been walking for years when the mist finally begins to rise. Blurry shapes come into a bit more focus, but he still can't make anything out. He's still just as lost.
By now he's had time to accept everything that's happened. He's dead. They're not. What else was there?
Not much, he thinks.
He keeps walking.
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He had noticed immediately, when he first came to this place, that he didn't feel much. He wasn't cold; he wasn't hot; he wasn't happy; he wasn't sad. He was nothing. He just was.
It was kind of relaxing, almost, to not have to think about anything. His logical mind, however, wouldn't let him. Was this heaven? Was this hell? Where am I? Only white.
He keeps walking.
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This time around, he can actually see in front of him. Things are just getting brighter; he's feeling now, really feeling.
He's happy.
He doesn't understand it. Shouldn't he be sad? He left everything behind; his wife, Harry, Teddy- he doesn't have much else. It's all gone. What is there to be happy about? He should be sad.
But he's not. The light in front of him, getting brighter all the time, calls to him.
He keeps walking.
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There's an obvious change, once he passes through what look to be tall gates. It's still so white; that hasn't changed… but something is different, and he can't quite place his finger on it.
He continues on, and it isn't long before he sees them.
He stops walking.
James and Sirius are standing there, waiting for him. And Tonks and Lily are standing right behind them, and, and-
He forgets everything as he runs into his brothers' arms. "Welcome home," he hears.
Everything is right again. He's home.
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Please review. Ridiculously short, but I wanted to write it. Inspired by msllamalover's current avatar, which says "Padfoot & Prongs would like to welcome Moony home." It's beautiful, I think. Reviews are love! :D