"you have me. until the very last star in the galaxy dies, you have me."
With a war on the rise, 8 friends must try to understand their importance in a world that is slowly crumbling around them. Darkness appears out of every place in their lives...
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On October 31st, 1981, the morning felt like any other.
Cleo had woken up before Sirius, and the heat from his naked body beside hers was making her kick off her legs in exasperation, though the air outside was cool. She watched him breathe beside her as she had a million other mornings before, his lips parted slightly, and his face smushed into the pillow. His arm was slung over her abdomen as she wriggled her fingers through his tangled black hair.
A surge of nausea overtook her suddenly, though, and she wrenched herself free from his tangled limbs and made her way to the bathroom, heaving over the toilet as she sweated slightly. Sirius had woken up to the sound of her coughing, and she felt her hair being tugged back from her head as he rubbed soothing circles into her back. When she was done, Sirius drew a bath and helped her into it, and Cleo swore it must've been bad food from the night before. But as she sat in the tub surrounded by scalding water, Cleo shivered.
In the room next door at the inn, Remus was pacing. He had been awake all night, unable to sleep or rest. The full moon was coming, and he was hyper-aware of the prickles that lay beneath his skin, poking him, agitating him. Though his body was exhausted, he felt antsy, and his mind couldn't stop itself from racing.
Just how convenient was it that he ran into James and Lily with Sirius and Cleo? The odds were stacked against that, Remus knew. But it was damn suspicious that they were all together when the Potters were supposed to be in hiding.
Remus knew that Sirius suspected him of being the spy. He knew the very moment Sirius began
to look at him with those questioning eyes, that he was Sirius's number one suspect. And, of course, it had hurt, but Remus would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't seen it coming. After all, James and Sirius were inseparable. Sure, they had always been a group, the four of them, the Marauders. But it had always really been James and Sirius, and Remus and Peter were always just a little bit left behind, no matter how hard he tried not to see it. It had never really bothered him, not when he had Cleo and Lily and Luna and the rest of their friends. Remus had never been alone, but he had always been just a little bit left out.
And then, two days ago, when he went to do his monthly clean up around the Potter's house, which he loved to do especially near the full moon because it made him feel better, how coincidental had it been to stumble upon James and Sirius, together as always?
No, Remus shook. Something hadn't added up. Something wasn't right. And, of course, he would never suspect Cleo. But if Sirius could look at him with those doubtful, suspecting eyes, then Remus could look at him the same way.
As the sun came up on October 31st, 1981, Remus paced in his room alone.
