Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling.

The night is a full moon and an ominous one. The skin on my back is prickling with numerous sensations while I walk down the lane. Black pine trees hide many secrets and dark creatures. Seems strange I should feel the worst dread of owls, but you know of my hidden fears...

After a long ten minutes I arrive, and, as always, yours is the first to welcome me.

Somebody put red lilies on the top plate. Lilies... those were always my favourite. Do you remember? You gave me a white one. The next thing I knew was a warm feeling of your lips on mine, and the world finally made sense. Afterwards, you put a red one in my hair and said that from then onwards I was yours, forever. And you were right.

Time passed, things changed. And here I stand, after losing everything, holding to the one thing keeping me sane...your butterflies. Until we meet again, my love!