A tear rolled down Harry's cheek. "Please, don't leave me. I've lost everyone I love, my mom, my dad, Sirius, I can't lose you too, it's just too much, stay with me, please." His eyes red and puffy, he'd never cried this much in his life, as far as he could remember.
The bleeding figure on the ground raised its hand and placed it up against Harry's cold cheek. "I won't leave you, I'll always be with you, Harry, my love."
And with those last words, Harry's heart shattered.
3 months earlier
Harry Potter was sitting in his miserable room in that house on Privet Drive. He had been in there for days, only coming out every now and then to force himself to eat or to use the restroom. He had been thinking about how everyone close to him had died, his parents, who sacrificed themselves for his sake, and his Godfather, who was going to take him away from his hell.
Harry also had other thoughts, about his friends and brief glimpses of a smile. He couldn't see who the smile belonged to, but he knew he loved that smile. He smiled to himself and then wiped a tear away. He'd be at Hogwarts tomorrow, it was a cause to be happy, but he couldn't be happy, he had something missing, he couldn't describe exactly what was missing, he just knew he couldn't be happy unless he got it. Maybe Ron or Hermione could help relieve some of his stress.
He gathered his things and went downstairs to stand by the door, his "parents" were taking him to the train station. He waited for the snide remarks from his fat cousin, or maybe something about how Uncle Vernon would be happy that he was going, but nothing came, not that he heard anyway.
It was a slow quiet drive to the train station, the same trip he made 6 years before. He changed his train of thought away from the past; it still hurt to think about it. He thought of what he would talk to Ron and Hermione about. Whether or not they would act weird around him or if they would avoid the subject all together.
The car stopped and he got out. Uncle Vernon removed all of Harry's thing's from the trunk, got back in the car, and drove off, leaving Harry to fend for himself in the hustle and bustle that was the train station. He put his trunk and his owl on a cart and headed slowly toward the divider between platform 9 and 10, wondering if there was a Platform 9 ½ or what about the other numbers, why was 9 so special.
He got to the divider and walked through it to the special platform. He was early and not a lot of people were there. He was glad, which meant less looks and less attention. He moved onto the train and walked towards the rear. He passed a room where there was animated talking and some loud laughter. He recognized one of the voices instantly. He passed by the door and looked in. He saw the thing that had been haunting his dreams the most, an elusive smile and above it, a pair of silver eyes, set beneath a head of finely combed, platinum blonde hair.