The star, his moon and their comets

CHAPTER 112 Rebirth

As Emma's last moments approached, the infirmary became a sanctuary of shared grief. The room, filled with those who had become her chosen family, bore witness to the final chapter of a life that had touched them all.

The Weasley family, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and other friends gathered around Emma's bedside. The air was heavy with sorrow, and tears flowed freely as they confronted the inevitable goodbye.

Harry, Sirius, Remus, Severus, and Draco stood close, a united front of support for the girl who had become the heart of their makeshift family. Molly Weasley, her eyes red from tears, clung to Arthur's hand, the weight of a mother's grief etched on her face.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Pansy, Blaise, Octavia, and others from Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix formed a circle around Emma's bed. The shared pain transcended individual relationships, binding them in a collective embrace of love and loss.

As Emma's breaths grew shallower, a quiet hush settled over the room. The collective heartbeat of those present seemed to synchronize, a poignant rhythm that marked the passage of a life that had left an indelible mark.

The solemn silence within the infirmary was abruptly shattered by a sudden noise from outside. The collective gasp echoed through the room, and the atmosphere shifted from one of grief to tense anticipation.

Wands were drawn in unison, creating a defensive barrier around Emma's bedside.

The commotion outside the infirmary grew louder, footsteps approaching with urgency. The Order of the Phoenix members, Harry, Draco, and the others stood ready, their faces etched with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Mad-Eye Moody, his magical eye whirring, barked orders to Tonks and Bill Weasley. "Check it out. We can't afford any surprises, not now."

Tonks, her hair changing colors in her usual display of nervous energy, nodded and followed Mad-Eye towards the source of the disturbance. Bill, wand at the ready, joined them as they left the infirmary.

The others inside remained vigilant, wands still drawn, their attention divided between the unfolding drama outside and the delicate figure lying in the bed.

The tension in the room was palpable, the uncertainty of the situation adding an extra layer of anxiety.

Harry glanced at Draco, who stood by Emma's side, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and worry.

The fragile tranquility that had momentarily settled over the room shattered as a distant scream pierced the air, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

Mad-Eye's voice echoed through the corridor, his gruff command cutting through the rising chaos. "Get ready, everyone! Death Eaters are on the move!"

Panic erupted in the infirmary. Wands were raised, and the room became a hive of hurried whispers and hurried preparations. The once-quiet space transformed into a battleground of emotions, a microcosm of the larger conflict unfolding outside.

The sound of fighting reached the infirmary, the distant echoes of spells colliding and the ominous crack of Apparition creating an unsettling symphony.

Snape, his eyes flickering with determination, took charge. "Protect the patients," he ordered, his voice cutting through the turmoil. "Stay together, and be prepared for anything."

The occupants of the infirmary formed a defensive perimeter around Emma's bed, their wands at the ready. The screams and clashes outside intensified, drawing nearer, and the air became thick with the scent of impending danger.

Draco, torn between the chaos outside and the frail figure in the bed, cast one last glance at Emma. "I'll be back," he promised, his voice filled with both urgency and reassurance.