The woman stood in front of the ruined house in Godric's Hollow, the cold air making her red scarf drift around her. Snow continued to fall on her long red hair, and though a normal human would be cold, she was fine… mainly due to the Warming Charm she had placed on her leather cloak.
It was seem as if she was searching for an answer in the house, which would have been invisible to the naked eye of normal humans… or Muggles as her people would call them. It was a quaint house, and it would've been a beautiful home for someone if not for the upper part of the roof and wall hadn't been blown off. Graffiti of various colors, sizes and handwriting made it seem even shabbier and forlorn. She had been staring at this house for hours, looking for something. A hidden realization. A desperate answer.
A tear fell down from the eyes of the woman. She wiped it away impatiently.
But behind her, amidst the darkness, in a house just across where the girl stood, a red-headed mother of three continued to watch her.