She ran. Harder and faster through the flowing breeze. Her silken black hair flew behind her. The lake in the distance shimmered under the sun as the woman ran towards it. Her tears, wet and sorrowful, made their way down her soft face. She fell upon the dew-filled grass hard and with terrible pain. With her hands trembling, she took off her muddy boots. Her worn form sobbing, she shook violently with every nerve-racking cry. Her morning robes had long been discarded and now with only a white summer dress, she rose. Spreading her arms out from her, she tilted her head slightly higher. As the sun rose with her, she gently put one foot into the icy water and walked forwards as if on a railing above ground. Her soaked dress spread out from her when she was knee deep. When she touched the water with her hands the people gathering around the lake shouted out to her but no one came in. Her delicate hair fanned out from her like the white cloth that now clung to her once did. Her nose touched the water and her breath was taken but she kept going under. The last thing seen of her was her head going deeper and deeper until she disappeared all together. Like her thoughts and her memory, she drifted under and the blackness over took her.

A/N: McGonagall's POV