The sight of her had stunned him. Astoria was approaching, dressed in her wedding gown, stained at the hem with damp soil. Her hair, long to her hips, swayed gracefully. Her expression was static, and her eyes were wide open like those of a corpse. Draco ran towards her, stopping only a few meters away. Astoria had also come to a halt, and he didn't want to frighten her. He noticed that she was still the same age and the same beauty as the day she had died.