Summary: He hardly noticed her sitting against the tree. She blended so completely into her dreary surroundings that the bark nearly enveloped her.

AN: Inspired in part by "Cry" by Mandy Moore on the "Walk to Remember" soundtrack. This was not betaed, so please forgive any small mistakes. Feel free to point them out afterwards if you like.

I rated this K+ because no matter what your interpretation, adult themes were NOT intended

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did Severus Snape and Fred Weasley (who does not make an appearance in this fic) would never have died.

A Moment

He had been on a walk around the lake—something that had morphed into a nightly ritual after his may years in this place.

The chill, so common for late September afternoons, blew against him. He pulled his cloak tighter, mimicking a shadow of black.

He hardly noticed her sitting against the tree. She blended so completely into her dreary surroundings that the bark nearly enveloped her.

Her face remained hidden as he stepped closer. She did not seem to hear him, even with the crunching of fallen leaves acting as a prelude.

He drew his face into its familiar sneer. "If you insist upon staying in the cold, the least you could do is conjure a blanket."

"You know quite well that I can't." She remained motionless.

He walked around to face her and prepared another snide remark, perhaps something about the—

He stopped suddenly. Silent tears ran down her cheeks in heavily stained tracks. His breath caught. Her eyes slowly moved up to meet his.

She spoke again. "I'll be in soon." A small smile appeared.

He found that he couldn't move; that he didn't want to move.

She looked away. Her eyes were dry now.

He conjured a blanked for her. Something soft and warm.

He handed it to her.

"Thank you, Professor," she said.

He began to walk away.

"You know," she said—he stopped—"sometimes it seems like you are the only one here who sees me."

He turned back. He looked down at she whom he would love.

She stood.

She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

"I'm ready to go inside now."

AN: I didn't name the girl because in my mind she is an original character I created that I never plan to write a full story for. But I got this scene in my head and really liked what came out. I think that the "she" could apply to more than one character and would be interested to hear who you think it is and anything else you think could be going on in this situation.