"I have to go back haven't I?" He voiced tiredly as he sat down next to the white haired elder wizard.

The previous headmaster was seated beside him; his lips twitched firmly upward in a whimsical sort of smile, while his light blue eyes twinkled that all too familiar mischievous twinkle,"Oh, now that is entirely up to you my boy."

Harry's eyebrows furred together in confusion, "You mean I actually have a choice?"

"Of course you do Harry. Did you not say we were in King's Cross station?" He motioned around them briefly before continuing, "I do believe if you so desired you would be able to board a train of your choosing."

"And, where would it take me?" Harry wet his lips nervously as his mouth formed into a curious frown.

Dumbledore merely patted the younger on the shoulder and stood up. "On, I would think."

The very first thing that he had become fully aware of was the icy bitter cold which was slowly but surely settling, seeping ever deeper into his bones in a frigid almost numbing bite of pain.

Soft pit pats of rain drizzled in the thousands from above catching in his eyelashes as they twitched under their lids.

A low raspy groan escaped his chapped lips, while half laden hazy emerald green eyes fluttered and squinted at the massive dark angry storm clouds above him.

Panic shot through his chest like a cannon ball of dread before sinking and hitting rock bottom in the pit of his stomach giving him the very distinct sour feeling of the urge to vomit.

Slowly sitting up he winced gingerly and rubbed his bruised feeling back and tail bone as he surveyed the area around him warily.

The large, thick, knotted wet trunks of several oak trees were capsized as if struck by lightning all in a domino like fashion around him in a clean cut circle.

He white knuckled the surface beneath him, and then blinked in confusion.

The grass, and dirt was scorched almost beyond recognition around him.

With a swaying wobble he stood upright staring saucer eyed his glasses askew on his nose in alarm at the body sized burnt mark etched into the forest floor where he had been laying.

"Where...?" Harry looked around puzzled.

A rush of memories clicked and snapped into place like an old school reel of black and white movie negatives filling in the blanks in his mind in the span of a second.
The pallor of his face grew very white as it all came back to him.

Oh he had been selfish...

Very, very selfish..