Let Me Be Enough (dracoxreader)

We won

(Harry's POV)

I woke up in a white filled area. I looked in front of me and saw nothing. I looked behind me and saw a bench.

I walked over to it and saw something small and bloody. I back away as I hear it's heavy breathing.

"You cannot help it," I heard someone say. I look up and see Dumbledore.

"Harry you wonderful boy, You brave, brave man! Let us walk," He added.

I go towards him and we start to walk. I can't help but look back at the thing under the bench.

"Professor what is that?" I ask. "Something beyond either of our help, A part of Voldemort sent here to die," he replied.

"And exactly where are we?" I asked. "I was gonna ask you that, Where would you say where we are?" Dumbledore asked.

I looked around trying to figure out where we were.

"Well, it looks like King's Cross station, Only cleaner...and without all the trains," I said.

"King's Cross, is that right? This is as they say, 'your' party, I expect you now realize that you and Voldemort have been connected by something other than fate, Since that night at Godric's Hollow all those years ago," he replied.

"So it's true then, sir, A part of him lives within me, doesn't it?" I said.

"Did, It's been just destroyed many moments ago by none other than Voldemort himself," he said.

We walked in silence for a bit. "You, were the Horcrux he never meant to make, Harry," Dumbledore said.

We reached a bench in where he sat down I followed and sat down next to him.

"I have to go back, haven't I," I said. "Oh, that's up to you," he said.

"I've got a choice?" I asked. "Oh, yeah! We're in King's Cross, you say, I think if so decide, you'll be able to board a train," he replied.

"And where will it take me?" I asked. "On," he replied standing up and walking off slowly.

I looked to my right as I started to hear the sound of a train approaching.

"Voldemort has the Elder Wand?" I said. "True," he said. "And the snake is still alive?" I said. "Yes," he replied. "And I've nothing to kill it with?" I said.

"Help will always be given at Hogwarts, Harry, To those who ask for it, I've always pride of myself on my ability to turn a phrase, Words are, in my not so humble opinion almost inexhaustible source of magic, Capable of inflicting injury and remedies, But I would in this case amend my original statement to this: Help, will always be given at Hogwarts, To those who deserve it, Do not pity the dead, Harry...Pity the living, And above all...all those who live without love," Dumbledore said.

I stared at him for a while, "Professor, my mother's Patronus...was a doe, wasn't it? As the same as Professor Snape's, It's curious, don't you think?" I said.

"Actually, if I think about it doesn't seem curious at all! I'll be going now, Harry," He replied.

"Professor? Is this all real? Or is it just happening inside my head?" I ask. "Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, Why should that mean, that it's not real?" Dumbledore said.

He was turning back to walk off before he stopped and looked at me.

"Oh and Harry, one last tip...there's more to a Law than there could be shown, if only reminded of what is their own," he said turning around and walking off.