A young woman stood outside a crumbling building. The building was ordinary, but the woman was not. She had an unusual color of hair, it was an auburn red with dark black and light blond streaks, wore unusual clothes, a long black robe with a dark purple cloak, and she had a unusual natural beauty about her. Why she was here, even she didn't know. 'What's the point of reliving old, dead memories?' She walked through the ruins of the building touching tabletops and smiling at memories unseen by anyone but her. As she came to what would have been a bedroom, she picked up a broken picture frame. A sigh escaped her pink lips, "Oh my beloved, nothing is how we planned it. My life is nothing, thanks to the war. I have no career and no life. Most of my friends are either married, have moved away, or were lost in the final battle. You are gone and I cannot follow in your footsteps, not anymore. You saved my life so many times when we were at Hogwarts, and I never realized how much I loved you…" A sudden loud crack startled the young woman. She spun around to see a man about her age standing behind her. He was wearing expensive black clothes and had jet black hair.
"I'm surprised you came back her." His voice was deep and rich.
"I can't keep myself away." Her musical voice trembled as she wiped the ashes off the picture frame. "The war broke my spirit, took my fiancée and destroyed the home we were going to build our lives in, yet I can no more forget about it and walk away than I could walk away from myself. It's a part of me."
"I understand, I lost all my family and many of the people I could actually call friends. But I have something to tell you, and I think you should sit down."
"My dear friend, where can I sit, on the ash cover floor?"
"Lets go back to your apartment, I have someone staying at mine."
"Alright." And with a crack, they were both gone."