Harry didn't even have to look around him to know where he was. The same white ceiling, the sounds of trains passing him non-stop, the light - almost white haired, black skinned face hovering above his own.
Harry groaned, rolling over and putting all of his weight on one arm as he stood up and stared at the trains. In the windows of the side he was facing, he watched as soul after soul passed, screaming, clawing at the windows in terror.
Each soul was heading for their punishment before being sent on the other train for rebirth.
He watched for a few moments before looking at the only other being standing on the platform, watching him.
"Ready, Master?" She intoned, smiling widely, her bright white teeth a contrast to her skin.
"Of course Death. Surprise me this time!" He told her, grinning.
She pointed to the train behind him with the one in her hand before writing down where she was sending him next.
The train slowed to a stop, an empty car opening its doors for him to get on. He looked at her one last time before stepping on, the train racing off the moment he sat down, off to who knows where.
And he couldnt be happier.