Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters are for the most part J.K. Rowling's. Persephone Dialore is a creation of mine.
The rain, hitting the window panes and rolling slowly down, was a magnificent sight with the light from the fire falling upon it. Individual drops appeared to be beads of flame, dancing to the enchanting melody of the tempest. It was the type of storm that did not darken the sky but rather let the heavens remain visible, the light of the stars only serving to make it all the more beautiful.
Entrancing, somewhat haunting music was coming from the old piano by the fire. The man sitting by the hearth watched the woman at the piano in silence. It is said that staring into flames can be hypnotizing, but to him, looking at the woman with the firelight playing across her face was more spellbinding.
It was amazing, he thought, how much time could change things. The first time he had heard that song, life had been so different. The tune had been faintly sinister, showing him just how wrong the world was. It had changed now. Everything had changed.
As if the same thoughts were passing through her mind, the woman abruptly stopped playing. She sighed and gazed into the fireplace, its glow in her deep green eyes.
"What is it, Minerva?"
Minerva shook her head. She took her eyes away from the fire and looked at him. "Nothing, Albus. I was just remembering."