Harry looks into Dumbledore's sky blue eyes. The twinkle is gone. Maybe dead people can't twinkle.
"I'm really, really tired, professor," he whispers and looks down on his own hands that are clutching the fabric of the robe so hard that his knuckles turns white without him feeling the pressure it should cause.
"I know, my dear boy, I know."
And Harry knows that Dumbledore knows, that the Headmaster does not blame him. And so, with a final glance at the old man, Harry leaves the bench and walks towards the train that whistles and puffs out smoke. Three steps up and through a tiny door. There are no compartments on this train, and from the inside it is much smaller, with only a single seat. Harry sits down. The train moves. Moves swiftly and surely on. Harry falls asleep.
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Ginny can't really say she was surprised. Sad and mad and broken, yes. She is all of that. But she isn't surprised. Harry has been tired for as long as she has known him. She has seen it since her first and his second year – although back then she didn't fully understand what she saw. And now, when Harry is finally resting, it's up to her and the other to finish what should never have started.
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Soft, thin fingers in his hair. A large hand on his back, its fingers heavier. Something in the very heart of his soul know their touch although he has no real memory of it. Harry lies still a little while longer. He is home.
"Come one, darling, it's time to leave now," his mum whispers.
"We're so proud of you," says his dad.
Harry opens his eyes and sits up. And sees them. His parents. They have colour and a firm shape, not like when they came out of Voldemort's wand, not like when he saw them by using the Stone earlier. Here, in the Beyond, they are as alive and real looking as any living human on earth.
Harry takes their hands and leaves the train. The endless field of grass that great his eyes is as green as the greenest spring. A black dog comes rushing, happily barking, followed by the no-longer worn and drained form of Remus Lupin.
They sit on the endless field until the sun sets and shows the gateway up and beyond to a cloud that seems to go on forever into eternity and far, far longer, and Harry is no longer tired.