Harry made his way through the woods, being careful not to crack a twig.
His stomach growled.
Still nothing.

He hoped Hermione was having better luck finding food than he was; everything seemed to be the same frost color. He could barely distinguish his own feet from the path.

Everything looked whitish, covered in small ice crystals, except-- there.
A small copper leaf peeked out, almost hidden underneath the leaves.

Digging his nearly frozen hands into the pile, he tried to find that wonderful color again.

There. Copper.
Ginny….

Closing his eyes, Harry held the lonely leaf to his heart…


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