Frigid rain blew in Draco's ears and he shook uncomfortably. He had been traveling this road for hours, looking for an errant Harry. He spotted a copse of trees and hurried across the grass, knowing that Harry was there waiting for him.
"Harry!" he hollered into the cold. But the trees were dark and wet and devoid of Harry. A memory tickled Draco's memory-green light, green eyes, and feeling of great emptiness. He shook his head, confused, and turned back to the road. Where was Harry? Draco swore he heard a voice over the next hill and went to investigate.