Some drabble/one-shot for you, since I was feeling bored. Enjoy!
Harry's feet made disconnected echoes as he stepped down the Hogwarts steps into the frigid night. It was the dead of winter, and the trees looked like worn soldiers against the dark horizon. Harry could see his breath and it fogged up his glasses a little. He shuffled down the steps and into the snow, cleaning off his lenses as he went.
As he lifted them back onto his face, he looked out onto the cold waters of the Black Lake. Black indeed it was, but not tonight. Tonight there was a moon, the largest Harry had ever seen. It seemed to envelop the entire sky above the water, illuminating it like an icy bulb would a dark tabletop. It was then that Harry realized it was not an empty tabletop. There, standing like a beacon to lost sailors of the starry night, was a man.
And not just any man. Harry's eyes widened as he saw the man was wearing nothing but a white shirt and long dark pants, which seemed to drag him into the water like an angel into the fires of purgatory. His icy blonde hair blended with the halo of moon which surrounded it, captivating his entire being with it's embrace. His face turned up to the moon as Harry watched, his delicately pointed nose poking up into the sky, and Harry wondered if it was possible he was speaking to it.
The icy circle seemed to wink at Harry, the whole scene seemed to. It all screamed, go on, boy, go on, my brave, brave man.
It was then that the man in the water turned around, his mouth set in a tentative, secretive smile, his ice-moon eyes mirroring the light glowing behind him.
Harry's frozen tongue formed one word, which came out as more smoke on the wind then it did as a puff of sound: "Beautiful."
The angel seemed to smile again, a Mona Lisa with it's secretness.
"Harry!" came a lilting voice from somewhere at Harry's back.
Harry looked. There was another. Her round pale cheeks scrubbed red by the cold, her blazing red hair which trailed down to her waist promising Harry quick warmth and relief from the frozen alien world he has stepped out on. Her smile was bright, her lips rosy, promising.
Harry looked back on his angel, that man of the water. The man had looked away again, one arm seemed to have extended out to the moon, it was so pale it almost looked like a wing. Fly, fly.
"Harry?"
Harry turned, leaving the water, the white face of the moon behind, and looked at the new light edging cautiously out into the night from the castle. He took the steps two at a time, anxious to get out of the cold.
"What were you doing out there?" Ginny asked, as he wiped the snow from his boots in the Entrance Hall,"You could catch your death!"
Harry just smiled and said,"There was a beautiful moon."