Tears, hot and thick, poured down his face as he held the picture. A young woman, barely eighteen, her silky, platinum blond hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands framing her face. She was very pretty, though of average build, her most striking features being her shocking white hair and matching eyes, eyes filled with nothing but love for him as she smiled at him from the photo, nervously shifting from foot to foot.
Her perfect lips moved forever in a silent sentence, one that would replay eternally in his memory, "I love you Harry."