"Now these," Professor Sprout said loudly while slamming a large box down onto the table. "Are Caneres. They are special flowers that sing a different song for each person who holds it. They're also useful for reversing some minor curses."
Professor Sprout watched as the students planted the Caneres in the pots. Music flowed sweetly through the greenhouse and several different songs floated in the air.
"Mine sings too loud." Ron Weasley said. "It hurts my ears when I try to plant it." He stepped away from his flower.
"Here." Hermione Granger said. She picked Ron's Canere up and placed it in the pot. She grabbed his hands and guided them while planting.
"Beautiful flowers." He said while gazing down at the freshly planted garden. She had just planted 10 small flowers with red petals and a purple center. He kneeled down beside her. "What do these do?" He whispered as if talking too loud would shatter the moment. "They sing." She said. And to demonstrate, she lightly touched the stem of one with both hands. It played a quiet, peaceful melody. He smiled and placed his hands over hers. As his fingers touched the stem, the song changed to a faster, lower tune. And with her hands wrapped in his, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. It was their first kiss.
Class ended and the students rushed off, jabbering and gossiping. Everybody was excited. Today there was to be a dance to celebrate the final defeat of Voldemort.
The entire school showed up. Witches wore beautiful robes with colors that made the dance appear to be a kaleidoscope. Boys wore their formal robes.
Professor Sprout stood with a large group of teachers, watching a young girl guiding her partner across the floor. He looked down at his feet nervously while she smiled, encouraging him.
"You put your hands like this." He placed her hands in the correct position. "I put an arm around your waist and hold onto your other hand. Now we dance." He slowly led her around the room. She watched her feet, making sure she wasn't stepping on his toes. She looked up at him and smiled nervously. He smiled back. "You look beautiful." He told her as she danced in her pale green dress. The ball room was theirs. Theirs to dance all night. Just as she was getting the hang of it, he stopped dancing. Without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, but exquisite ring. "It isn't much, but..." He offered it to her. She nodded and let him slip it on her small finger. She threw her arms around his neck and let him hold her close.
After the dance, everybody walked out to go to bed. Only one student remained, a small Hufflepuff boy who had lost his parents in Voldemort's last attack. He sat in a chair and stared into nothingness.
Professor Sprout sat down beside him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. The boy looked at her smiling face. It was as if he could read her thoughts, telling him everything would be okay.
"I miss them." He said quietly.
She nodded. "I know."
He had invited her to his house that night to celebrate their engagement. But when she arrived, a green cloud of a skull hovered over his house. And she knew what had happened. She walked into the house and saw him lying on the floor, eyes open and wand in hand. She knelt down beside him. She brushed her fingers down his eyelids, closing his eyes. She lightly kissed his lips. Then she stood up. She didn't cry. She never cried. She just walked away and left the past behind.
A.N. Okay, I know this doesn't have much detail. That was for the effect. I just started thinking about characters that we don't know much about and Professor Sprout popped into my head. Anyway, please review. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks.