They looked like two black dots in a limitless expanse of white.
Hermione stood at the attic window of the Burrow, watching them. The dots would occasionally stop and almost touch, then would hurriedly move away as though frightened of merging into one.
"So much pain," she whispered, shivering as a gust of wind slid through a crack in the wall.
"What is it?" Harry asked. He reached for her from where he sat, going through the contents of his old school trunk that Molly had insisted on keeping next to Ron's.
"Nothing," she said sadly, joining him for while.