Turning back to stare out over the fields covered in frost, Dumbledore's thoughts turned back to his Patronus memory, a happy memory firmly etched into his mind. He could still remember every curve in her face, her smile, every fleck of amber in those blue eyes, her sweet, soft lips. A memory that brought a powerful joy to his heart, and yet still caused him pain.

A early morning breeze rustled through the shade patch, the cool winter air rushed past her as she raced along, weaving through the trees and fallen timber. The steady rhythm of hooves pounding the ground vibrated through her body, the pounding of her hooves. The gleam of her liver chestnut coat shone in the flickering sunlight, her muscles rippling beneath it with every powerful stride. She pushed on through the scrub, harder, faster, the landscape around beginning to blur as she galloped along. Pinning her ears against her head, she soared over a fallen stump that dare to bar her way