I close my eyes. The words I have been dreading have come, as I knew they would. No-one can evade the Death Eaters for long.
Sometimes I forget that many years have passed. Sometimes, in these dark days of loneliness, I am still fifteen years old, standing on train platform with a trunk of spell books. I didn't know it, but that day was the beginning of a journey greater and far more important than that of the journey to school.
I see now that I was at a crossroads, a platform of sorts that year. I had to decide which train to take, which path to choose. Sometimes I think back to a clear crisp day, many years ago, on the first of September where my journey began.