When I woke up, I was here. I was here where i'm telling you my story.
When I was breathing I thought the after-life was the same for everyone. Us all in a room of white and light.
But that's untrue. My after-life is a place of what I needed in my life and yet, I didn't get.
It's a home. And i'm not alone in my home.
I woke up in a bed, full of blankets and fluffed cushions. And a flannel warm, to my head. I heard steaming. I sat up. I saw him.
My father.
He turned and smiled at me. He passed me a bowl of my favourite soup. He helped me sip.
I noticed that my chest wasn't full anymore. But nor was I breathing. I didn't know I was dead at first. But when he gave me that look to say I was okay, I knew.
"Welcome, my dear sweet boy." He said, and kissed my forehead.
"Where am I?" I asked, sitting up on my elbows.
"You're at home," He put my bowl down. "You're safe. You made it."
"I didn't destroy it," I said. "Dumbledore didn't tell me there were creatures there."
"Dumbledore isn't as good as he seems," My father said. "They're all so proud of you."
"He killed me," I said. "Dumbledore killed me."
"Yes," Father sighed. "But little does he know, that you killed him."
I didn't understand at first.
My father showed me to our front room, and all around the house. He had started gardening since living here. Then he showed me the room of life. Where we could look down on the life filled people.
I took my time watching each, of the people I cared about.
