Disclaimer: I only own Bianca. Everything Else is J.K Rowling's.
The once gentle breeze was turning into a blisteringly cold gale in its intensity and temperature.
It was increasingly hard to hear what was being said by the two travellers as they trekked across the frostbitten fields somewhere in Western Europe.
The frozen grass crunched beneath the heavy boots their feet were clad in. And the couple both pulled their cloaks closer to themselves in a rather futile attempt to ward away the uncomfortable chill that was beginning to affect them.
In the distance a lone building stood out from the miles of open fields.
As they neared the solitary structure more about the unknown became clear.
It was a small cottage which would have appeared cozy – if a little too cozy for comfort – if it had not been for the obvious years of neglect the place had suffered. The house was about to be completely disregarded and the expedition continued uninterrupted, when a faint cry was heard from inside the house.
With the slightest of hesitations, the smaller of the travellers pushed the door aside and entered the house.
Slumped against a tattered couch, the body of a young woman lay before them.
In her stiff arms a bundle of blankets was clutched tightly.
Wide moist eyes blinked up at the female traveller from within the mound of bedding, almost engulfing the young face from view entirely.
With the bright blue eyes trained on her, the woman carefully retrieved the baby out from the body, expertly anticipating and comforting the child when she became startled at the sudden movement.
The child in question looked to be approximately a week old, judging by the size of the baby - meaning that she (as she was quickly confirmed to be female) must have been born in the first days of November.
After a diagnostic charm was cast over the mother, they found that it was about 2 hours previous that the woman had died, due to a number of reasons – the largest impact being from malnutrition and hypothermia.
The diagnostic charm also confirmed what they had both suspected from the woman's features and delicate beauty, even in death – she was a Veela.