Greet Death, Like an old Friend
It was finally over. Voldemort was dead. The battle at Hogwarts was over, people on both sides were being tended to and the dead were being gathered. Harry went to find the Weasleys.
"Good Job. Harry my Boy" came from behind him.
In disbelief, Harry started to turn around only for the flash of green that haunted his nightmares to be the last thing he saw
When Harry next opened his eyes, he saw the blinding whiteness of the white-out King's Cross. He continued to lay there, not having any kind of will to get up off the ground. Having both too many thoughts and not enough energy, want, or need to do anything with them.
With a world weary sigh gave voice to the two most repeating thoughts "What in Merlin's balls? Not really surprised though"
After what could have been days, weeks, or just hours, Harry finally realized he wasn't alone anymore.