Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else. All belongs to J.K. Rowling. Well, I do own the people you don't know and this plot... so hey, I do own something. Go figure.
The night sky was completely pitch black. It was a new moon and not even the stars dared show themselves tonight. The wind blew softly through the trees and made the short, soft blades of grass dance. A young woman, in her early twenties was sitting at the edge of the Hogwarts Lake, her eyes were closed and her breathing was soft and shallow.
The wind started to blow stronger, whipping her hair around her. She opened her eyes slowly, gazing up at the sky as she did. 'He's finally come back…' she thought as she slowly and gently stood to her feet and turned towards the Forbidden Forest. A tall figure in a robe as dark as the sky above appeared at the edge of the forest and started towards the woman.
"What are you doing here?" A male voice called to her. The woman shrugged nonchalantly. "You shouldn't just shrug; you're in danger, Elian." Again Elian shrugged. The man growled in frustration. "Do you even realize we're in the middle of a war? Do you realize how much Sirius and your brother have risked for you?" He asked, his voice growing deeper and heavier.
Elian brushed her hands over the man's hood, trying to push it back. "I realize all of these things. I am not the ignorant girl you once knew, Draco Malfoy." Elian smiled at the sharp inhalation she heard. "Yes, I know who you are… how could I forget?" Draco quickly swept back his hood, Elian gasped softly.
Draco's once platinum blonde hair was now a dark auburn color and his beautiful cold, steel gray eyes were now a midnight blue. Elian's eyes were wide as Draco smiled. "I know I look different… but so do you." Draco said as he ran his fingers through Elian's hair. "What happened to your gorgeous raven hair and your startling ice blue eyes?" Elian smiled and closed her now shockingly emerald green eyes and ran her fingers through her now dark fiery red hair.
"We all change in mysterious was, don't we? Appearance and spirit…" Elian replied, smiling slightly. A low rustling in the forest startled both Draco and Elian.
"Stay here, Hermione…" a very familiar male voice said, followed by more rustling. A bright red haired young man stepped out of the forest, his eyes boring into Draco's back.