I Don't Really like author notes, however I think they are necessary in this situation. First of all I of course do not own the Harry Potter Series nor the Song of Ice and fire series.They are of course owned by J.K. Rowling and G.R.R. Martin respectively. Secondly, Italic words mean I am copying essentially 1v1 from the source material. In this case that being "The Deathly Hallows". Unlike my previous fics this one is written in third person like the book series it is based on. I think I write a lot better this way and I hope you all agree and enjoy this fanfiction.

Chapter 1

He lay facedown listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself. Soon Harry Became conscious of the fact that he was lying on a hard surface and that he appeared to be naked. He opened his eyes and found himself in a bright mist reminiscent of the cloudy embrace experienced while entering a pensive. He stood up and looked down at his body. He looked perfectly healthy, healthier than he ever did in his life and despite not wearing glasses he seemed able to see perfectly fine as well.

A noise reached him like a soft struggle like that between a baby and its swaddling. It was pitiful and it made him feel uncomfortable like he was eavesdropping on something shameful. He suddenly wished he was clothed and a split second later his wish was granted as robes appeared around his body exactly as he imagined them clean, soft, and warm. He thought perhaps this is how Dumbledore and Voldemort feel while performing magic, like the universe itself bends to their will.

He began to peer at the farest corners of the formless space he found himself in.

The longer he looked the more features he made out. A great glass dome encompassed the highest reaches of this place and appeared to let in a flood of sunshine.

He felt like he was in a grand hall grander than even the hall of Hogwarts. Following the pitiful sounds he heard earlier he spotted the creature that created them. It had the appearance of an emancipated boy, skin cracking and nearly bleeding as it lay shivering underneath a bench as if desperate for any hint of warmth and shelter. Despite its repulsing nature he grew closer he knelt as if to touch it but its dread aura stayed his hand.

"You cannot help."

He quickly looked back and Albus Dumbledore stood a few feet behind him Harry noticed that just like himself Dumbledore looked healthier then he ever did in life, hands white and unblemished and his face rosy despite his age.

"Harry you brave young man. Come walk with me"

Absolutely Dumbfounded Harry followed his old headmaster away from the sickly boy and towards a pair of seats underneath the great glass dome. Dumbledore sat in one and Harry followed suit, still shocked by his mentor's visage. Harry stared at the man in front of him before asking tentatively.

"aren't you dead?"

"Oh yes" said Dumbledore matter of factly.

"Then am I dead as well?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore smiling more broadly "that is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not."

Harry continued to stare, forehead crinkled although the reason for his confusion has changed.

"I'm not?" Harry asked, perhaps a little hopefully.

"No I don't believe you are" Dumbledore replied.

Harry's hands as if on autopilot drifted up towards his lighting scar. However it appeared to have vanished. Suddenly his whole situation made a great deal more sense.

"It was the hollows wasn't it. It is not that I shouldn't be dead but rather the hollows have given me the choice not to be."

Harry looked back at the small figure under the bench

"that is it isn't it the peice of voldemort that was in my scar" Dumbledore hummed contemplatively.

"Yes I suppose it most likely is"

"Where are we exactly?" Harry questioned the older man, still having many questions about the situation he found himself in.

"Well I was going to ask you that," said Dumbledore, looking around. "Where would you say we are?"

Until that moment Harry wasn't quite sure however it Suddenly seemed quite obvious as if he should have known sooner.

"King's Cross, it looks like we are in King's Cross station, however it is too clean and too empty of both people and the trains they come to wait for."

"King's Cross station!" Dumbledore was chuckling immoderately. "Good Gracious really?"

Harry was a little peeved at being shot down for what seemed like from his perspective quite a reasonable answer.

"Very well then where do you believe we are?"

"My dear boy, I have no idea. This is, as they say, your party."

Harry was a little annoyed at Dumbledore's tomfoolery but it was quickly washed away by the realization of what was happening. "I've got to go back, haven't I?"

"That is up to you."

"I've got a choice?"

"Oh yes." Dumbledore smiled at him. "We are in King's cross station, you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able to, let's say, board a train."

"And where would it take me?"

"On," said Dumbledore simply.

Harry got up and walked to the rails, a train appearing in front of him as he did.

"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"

Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

Harry smiled, stopping just in front of the train's open door. Am I not the master of death? Do I not get to choose? My robes had certainly appeared at will "Inside your head" Dumbledore had said. He concentrated willing the universe to obey him

"I am going on"

He summoned the Horcrux, clothing it in black robes not too dissimilar from his own. And tucking it under his arm.

"And I am taking you with me"

The train transformed in front of him its red steel reminiscent of the Hogwarts express melted away and in its place was a grand wooden ship. He walked up a gangway boarding the ship and King's cross station melted away as he did. Well then Harry thought, on towards the next great adventure it is.