"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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"everything is going up in flames and i'm the one still burning"
The crack came from outside, and they all heard it. For a moment, Sirius wondered if it was his mother, trying to drag him back to the depths of hell with her. Then, a gentle but rushed knock on the door. The middle-aged woman walked through the kitchen, feeling the two boys on her heel.
"Oh my God," she gasped as she opened the door fully. There Remus Lupin stood, looking quite discombobulated. He had an unconscious Cleo that he was hanging onto for dear life, trying to keep her upright.
"Bloody hell mate," Sirius muttered, running a hand through his messy black hair, seeing the state of two of his best friends.
"We had nowhere else to go," Remus said quietly as Euphemia ushered them both inside. Remus trudged carefully into the living room, dragging Cleo behind him. "She turned up at my door, but we lived too close to where the Dark Lord had found her, we couldn't stay," he said quickly, putting her carefully on the couch. James, Sirius, and Euphemia crowded around her.
"What happened?" James mumbled, lost in the sight of her disheveled state.
"I don't know, but whatever happened," Remus sighed, closing his eyes, "none of it was good."
"Voldemort got her," Sirius whispered, staring at her sleeping figure. "I heard my mother say that Voldemort was at her house, along with-" he couldn't finish. He choked, thinking about his own brother doing these awful things to Cleo. Guilt surged through him for almost forgetting about what his mother had said before he left.
"Oh my," Euphemia muttered and went to the kitchen again to get another wet towel.
"So it's true then?" James whispered feverishly. "There's a dark lord? You think a war is going to take place?"
"I don't know about any of that mate," Remus shook his head, his eyes fierce, "but I'm going to start a war with the people who bloody did this to her."
"It'll be a massacre," Sirius spat, suddenly angry. No one could take their eyes off of her. The usual happy-go-lucky girl with bright eyes now lay pale, bloody, and bruised on James Potter's couch.
Euphemia came back quickly, gently pushing Remus aside as she sat on the coffee table beside the couch and began dabbing at Cleo's forehead. What small bruising Sirius had on his own cheek was nothing compared to how Cleo looked. Deep purple and red bruises on both cheeks, mixed with dried tears and puffy eyes. She had harsh bruising down her neck that almost looked like handprints, as though someone had squeezed almost all the life out of her. Her entire right arm from her wrist to her elbow was wrapped in white gauze, but blood was seeping through the bandages.
"She kept crying," Remus said, his voice cracking, "kept shouting, 'she killed them' over and over. Said her parents were dead," his voice failed him towards the end.
