Theme # 38: Patronus


He thought.

Of her red hair, like flames or like soft velvet. Of her green eyes, full of sparkle, of beauty, for as long as he had known them. Of her full, red lips, quick to laugh, never quick to frown.

Of those hours, those precious little moments they had been able to share with each other. Of that last day he had spent with her under the thatched roof of her cottage. Of that first day he had spent with her, in the library.

"Expecto Patronum."

The patronus erupted from his wand like red-hot flames -- fiery -- breathtaking.

Exhausting.