" The realization of what would happen next settled gradually over Harry in the long minutes, like softly falling snow." I've got to go back, haven't I?" " That is up to you." " I've got a choice?" " Oh yes." Dumbledore smiled at him. " We are in King's Cross, you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able to…let's say…board a train." " And where would it take me?" " On," said Dumbledore simply. "