Harry Potter and the God Mother's Tears
Harry paced back and forth at platform three, waiting. He could hear the squeaking of trolley wheels, which seemed to aggravate him even more than he was. He was thinking about the afternoon and how he had been kept waiting for his uncle to pick him up. He had waited a half an hour and decided to contact someone. He promptly took out Hedwig from her cage and wrote a note on a piece of paper, he borrowed from a ticket boy. He sent Hedwig flying with the note in her talons. It's evening nowwhich leaves him to his current position.
"They must know that he's dead," Harry thought. His throat closed up at the idea. So he sat down at a bench and waited. He began to think of the day's events… The beautiful marble tomb, in which Dumbledore lay, seemed to hover in his thoughts. His hand closed around the fake hocrux in his pocket. "I should have tried harder to stop him," he thought, Harry closed his eyes and thought. He knew it was impossible but he still felt at fault. He began thinking of questions that had answers, but were still impossible.
"Where do I go?"
"What do I do?"
"When is this going to end?"
"Excuse me?" said a voice. Harry opendehis eyes andturned.