Outside the cabin, the wind howled through the trees, while inside, the old woman's fire was nearly out. She'd asked him to bring her out here, and he'd happily obliged - eager to get away from his own troubles for a while. She smiled weakly as he fussed over the fire until it was roaring again. A magic fire this time, so it wouldn't go out. It was all very well doing things the Muggle way for a change of pace, but he'd only chopped so much wood.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Do you need anything?"
"No. I'm going to knit for a while longer."
"Goodnight then," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
The cabin was small, tucked in a forgotten corner of the dense wood. It was ideal, because no one would disturb them. And thus, she was surprised when there came a knock on the door. She shuffled over and opened it.
"I knew you'd be coming," she said softly. "Just...not tonight. And you don't look much like I'd expected."
"I imagine. Your artists are wonderful, but they always get me wrong."
"So...are you going to show me my life again?"
"Why on earth would I do that? You've already seen it."
"I used to dance. I think I told him. His father loved to dance too. I'm...I'm sure I told him."
Death held out a hand. "Shall we, Augusta?"
And Augusta Longbottom took Death's hand, and she danced.
LbN: Just something random I had in my head. New poll is up on my profile, if you want to vote on the next fic.