Harry was tired of riddles. It was late, and he had a delivery to get to Dinah. So, after giving the girl a harsh glare without meeting her eyes, Harry opened his Wizard's Sight and looked at her again.
Despite being called the Sight, it covered all the senses. Harry had Seen much in his comparatively short life, but nothing baffled him so much as the young woman in front of him.
She hadn't changed. At all. She was still a pale young woman, dressed all in black and silver. The amulet at her throat shone much in the same way his own did. After his initial confusion, Harry Saw the things around her, the world in her presence.
Mouse, for instance, seemed overlay with a glowing blue form. The color was so intense, not only the blow glow, but the dog's own natural gray. Harry had never seen gray look so vibrant before. The darkness of night seemed to vanish, and every living thing was in pronounced color, stretching towards her or otherwise connected. Such life, such awareness. The things that were non-living, such as the headstone, seemed to fade into nonexistence. Dead leaves on the ground were all but invisible among the living green grass.
And she stayed, just as she was, in stark contrast to both the living, and the non.
Knowledge settled into his mind like a chip of ice. Harry slammed his Sight closed so quickly, the headache left him reeling. He put a hand against his forehead as stars danced before his eyes. "Death," he said, his voice raw. "Holy shit, you're Death."
No wonder she said they'd met before. How many times had he nearly -- and physically -- died? More times than Harry cared to count right now. He rubbed his face, but couldn't quite bring himself to look at her again.