Oh Not Another Time Travel Story!

The green light flashed into his eyes, forcing Harry to blink or be blinded. Well he supposed it didn't matter if he was blinded since he was about to die, but you can't help involuntary reactions. The world seemed to pause for a long long second, then everything started twisting and turning and spinning until he didn't know which way was up anymore, and before he could work out what was going on he found himself sprawled out beside the tracks of the Hogwarts Express, where the smiling form of Albus Dumbledore was standing.

'What the…?!'

But he could get no further, as once again everything started to spin. Harry caught the bewildered look on the Headmaster's face before he groaned as his stomach angrily protested, closing his eyes and fighting the urge to hurl as he waited for the sensations to stop, and when he finally felt sweet solid secure ground below him once more, he chanced another look.

No more train station, no more Dumbledore, no this looked more like what he was expecting when he died. He carefully tested the waters, or should that be the very solid feeling cloud like thing he was standing on, deeming it safe after a while and climbing to his feet. Idly he glanced round. White as far as the eye could see. White to the north, white to the east, people to the south, and white to the west.

People to the south?!

Harry spun round so fast it was a wonder his head stayed on his shoulders, and for a moment, a very brief moment, he felt joyful, tearful bliss upon seeing the shaggy form of Sirius Black, and the young figures of Lily and James Potter.

And then he saw his mother's expression.

'I'm in trouble, aren't I?'