New Harry Potter Fic Preview

NOTE: Well, first preview I've posted since...everything. Figure I should get back into the habit of doing this. Enjoy

Harry James Potter stood in a pristine, etheral, all-white version of King's Cross. He looked back, towards where he had first appeared: the bench with the twisted fraction of Voldemort's soul laid. There was no visible way "back" to the living world, but it felt like it was in the direction. Objectively, he knew he should go back, he should feel the need to. To finish this decades long nightmare that had plagued the wizarding world, to see the end of this tale that weaved between himself and Voldemort. To make sure his friends survived, to finally have a life outside of this insanity, to fall in love and have a family.

And yet, there was no pull. There was a strange contentment about him instead. Like a deep knowing that he had done enough, that they could see through the rest without him.

The Wizarding World was a wonderful place. And the Muggle one wasn't too bad either. But there was too much baggage, too many regrets and loved ones lost with too few gained. And it would still be a lnog time after Voldemort that peace truly took hold.

There wa a tap echoing in the world, prompting him to turned. He was neither alarmed or scared by the figured shrouded in a black cloak and weilding a scythe. Instead, Harry smiled like it was an old friend.

With a slow gesture of the scythe, Death motioned to the rails as a spectral train appeared, with its horns blaring in preperation to depart.

Harry looked down and nodded to himself before looking back down where he had come from. "Thank you, for everything," he said to the life had lived.

With a tired sigh, feeling as if all the troubles of his short life had finally fell from his shoulders, he walked to Death. He paused only once, to glance back. Not at his life, but at his curse, the shard of the Dark Lord. "You sure you don't need my help when he gets here?" Harry asked, half-joking and half-serious.

He couldn't see the face of Death beneath the shadows, but Harry believed there was a smile. With a nod of assurance from Death, Harry climbed the stairs of the train. His tiredness only grew, making him grateful for the seat in the otherwise empty compartment.

He shed a tear as he felt the train rumble and begin to move. His vision blurred, feeling suddenly very distant and far away.

He saw Voldemort presenting his dead body to his enemies in the ruined courtyard of Hogwarts.

He watched as Neville Longbottom took up Godric's Sword and rallied the spirits of those that were still left to fight.

He cheered as he witnessed Molly Wesealy slay Bellatrix LeStrange.

He grew silent with dread when Nagini had Ron and Hermione cornered.

He cursed in awed amazed when it was Draco Malfoy of all people that came forth to slay the Snake with a Killing Curse. How it worked for Malfoy when Ron's failed, Harry didn't care to theorize.

He felt peace when, through te combined efforts of several students and Magonical, Neville stabbed Volemort through the back.

Finally, there was just a bit of vindictive delight as he heard Voldemort's scream echo in his ear. Not at dying, but when he arrived to his long over due meeting with Death.

Harry Potter took a deep breath as he opened his eyes a new man.

Literally.