H&P, H&G

She dreamt of a forest in Fall. There she sat, wearing clothes of fine silks and smiling while singing. The heavy footsteps of a man in armour alerted her, as was probably his intention, of the presence of someone else.The man who showed himself was tall. His long raven hairs fell in a straight, yet awkward manner at his feet. His long fur trimmed black cloak enveloped him as if he was swallowed by ink. But his eyes. So green, so brilliant. They were more green than the greenest of precious stones. As if all shades and variants of the colour existed simultaneously within his expectant gaze. “And who may you be to have come here?” he asked with a gentle voice.Ginny smiled. His voice was nice, kind, yet filled with loneliness and melancholy. “My name’s Ginny! Ginny Weasley!”His eyes widened before crinkling in a half aborted smile full of pain. “Well, dear Ginevra, I am curious as to how, while alive, you have reached the underworld?”

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