She lifts her wand.

The silver mist that shifts in the air till in forms into-

She gasps.

That isn't right. Her Patronus isn't- it can't.

It's different and furry.

Her hand shakes and she attempts to cast the spell again, thinking of the happiest moment in her entire life. Thinking of him.

...

She wants to cry, to drop her wand and run because this isn't even the slightest bit happy.

He is staring at her, his eyes meeting hers for a second, before the mist disintegrates in the air.

... and he is gone again.