Dumbledore's face was momentarily clouded with disappointment, but this was quickly replaced by a smile. "Perhaps so, but the desire remains. Perhaps one day someone shall paint a portrait of them so that I may have one."
The unicorn snorted and shook off the wizard's hand, then took a few steps away so that it could nibble on a nearby patch of clover. Dumbledore's hands folded behind his back.
"My condolences to the both of you. It is unfortunate, but Harry Potter accomplished his purpose in this life, and for that we must all be thankful. After all, there are greater threats afoot."