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Art description: Harry traveling and warding the world.
He knew he was back at Kings Cross. Alone as he should be. Senses will start appearing one after another. Soon he would be one again. It was quite unreal experience. It wasn't old or mundane. It was extraordinary. Words were too prosaic to convey the experience.
He knew the drill. Sight came after sense of touch. Bright mist was always a spectacle. Without his glasses, he could clearly see the white floor without surroundings. Now he was in no hurry, or obligations. He could enjoy his time here. Not that there was any time or concept of time here. This was beyond.
Since first time, when he met Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore here; he had something pulling him back and he went back each time. Duty to rid the world of monsters. To be the one who people could rely upon. To be the best version of himself, to persevere against unending arduity. He was never common. Everyone had expectations from him as it was the most natural thing. His life was unbelievable roller coaster ride. Unending..
He wished cloths and they appeared near. Warm robes smoothed his exhaustion as if bright mist and his existence here weren't healing enough. Heavenly light from great doomed glass glittered. He was at the junction.
He could go back or go on. He would not pity the dead nor would be disturb their peace like Dumbledore hoped. He never called upon anyone else, although there were times when he was on the verge to meet the ones he cared deeply - to speak with his parents, Sirius, Lupin, Ron, Luna, Hermione and Ginny. He never wished for answers here, as he did the first time when he met his deceased Principal. He reminded that vividly.
Even when he was back, he never used that stone after battle of Hogwarts. He had returned the elder wand as per Dumbledore's failed plan to Snape's possession. Even though Snape couldn't have it, he left it at his grave. He knew that it was too big risky to leave at Dumbledore's grave even with protections placed there. He only carried his inheritance - the shinny ancient Cloak which he had received in Godric's Hollow as did his father, grandparents and his forefathers. Passed down through descendents of Ignotus - the cloak was his treasure. It carried the warmth of centuries of love. He never sought the power of Hollows.
He was ready to go on. Even if it wasn't his duty to protect the world, he warded the Earth to protect her children. It would guard them from acts of unnatural terrors. Protect from future horrors for when he wouldn't be around. That's why he was too exhausted when he arrived here.
He never died as if Death was afraid to take him away. May be he could choose to go on.
So he went on.....
A wise man said to him once, “After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”