Kacie Elektra Black, the twin of Sirius Black, was part of the Marauders. Part of the group of Gryffindor's that was the closest groups of friends you'll find at Hogwarts. Part of a group that was more like family then friends. They all met on the H...
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(A/N: I didn't intend for this chapter to be SO long, but I wanted to end it where I did for a few reasons. I have been working on it since I posted the last chapter, so it's definitely taken me a bit to write out! If you come across any typos or slightly confusing sections, I apologize! Just bare with me! I didn't proof read it after the fact since it's sooooooo damn long and I don't know if I have the energy to sit and re-read/edit it more than I have already! 😅😂 The next chapter will be going into Half Blood Prince... it doesn't feel real to me that we're almost to the end of this book! But SO much stuff still to come, so hang onto your seats! I'll be working on the next update and hopefully getting it posted in less time than it took for this one, but just bare with me! Like I always end up saying, 'I hope you like the long ones!' 🤣 Lemme know what you all think, lovelies!! Enjoy!! 🌙✨)
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⛔️WARNINGS: Some violence, mentions of sex a bit but no actual smut, Death & Angst! 😢🥺
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Spare a little candle Save some light for me Figures up ahead Moving in the trees White skin in linen Perfume on my wrist And the full moon that hangs over These dreams in the mist
Darkness on the edge Shadows where I stand I search for the time On a watch with no hands I want to see you clearly Come closer than this But all I remember Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes Every second of the night I live another life These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away
Is it cloak 'n' dagger Could it be spring or fall I walk without a cut Through a stained glass wall Weaker in my eyesight The candle in my grip And words that have no form Are falling from my lips
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These Dreams by Heart & Ann Wilson
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