Destiny

Harry Potter

The colors were bright and sharp, so much so that he had to blink away tears from his eyes. Not from emotion, he told himself, but from how blazing everything suddenly was, in fierce and focused relief. Smoke poured from the train's wheels and engines, wafting about in a loud hissing curls of steam and Harry finally remembered to breathe, smiling with the all the wonder of a child.

All the wonder he'd never been allowed, before now.

The gold in his pockets jingled and sang out merrily as he stepped forward, with the inescapable sense of a mysterious and grand destiny unfolding before him. Nothing could have stopped him, at that very moment, from boarding that train.

Nothing in the world could have stopped him then.