D/Hr
She remembered everything about that Slytherin, remembering how his bony right hand would go under the tie when he tied it, remember how the left corner of his mouth would turn up first when he smiled, remember how his light gray eyes seemed to flow when he comforted people, remember his messy blond hair when he leaned against the wall, and how flustered he was when he smiled at her. All the memories came roaring towards her, except for that brief glimpse of King's Cross station.
The fireworks will collide in the moment of blooming, and then fall into the abyss in the gradually cooling moonlight.