Author's Note: Just a little drabble for you all. It's a bit rough, but please enjoy. Read & review if it so pleases you.
Of course, none of the characters belong to me but to the wonderful JK Rowling. No profit is being made.
Silent, except for the bells tolling in a distant tower, snow swirled and settled over the sleepy village.
A man who seemed to glide, as his billowing black robes flowed around him, moved towards the edge of town. He stepped through the archway and continued across the hill. Upon reaching his destination he paused, his hand resting on the stone before him. His head bowed as a shudder seemed to run through him. A moment passed and he stepped back, drawing something from his pocket.
He muttered incoherently under his breath, took one last look and quickly turned back the way he had come.
Never looking back, he did not see the sad smile that graced the face of the man with the long white beard standing in the shadows.
The man made his way over to the same stone and murmured, as if to an old friend, "Even after all this time…"
A few more words and the man lay a Christmas wreath down next to a single white lily before turning and disappearing into the snow.