"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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"people don't change with time, they change by choice"
-- 7 months later --
Cleo woke in the middle of the night, shivering. It was freezing cold in her room at the The Three Broomsticks, and she grabbed her wand off of the table beside the bed.
"Lumos," she whispered, and the tip of her wand lit up the room around her. She sat up, looking towards the window that was open a bit. Shivering once more, she rushed over to the window and closed it, her bare feet freezing cold against the creaky wooden floorboards. She turned around to head back to her bed, but stopped for a brief moment. She hadn't opened the window, had she?
She couldn't remember. She also knew that this old tavern had a tendency for things to open and close, shutter, creak, groan, and shake, all on its own. It was probably just that.
She tiptoed back to bed, but as she was climbing into bed, another shiver ran down her spine. Except this one wasn't the kind you get when you're cold; it was the kind of shiver you get when you feel as though you're being watched.
She got back into bed and pulled the covers up, but she was on high alert; her wand gripped tightly in her hand. The only sound to be heard was the sound of her own breathing, so she held her breath. And sure enough, her breathing wasn't the only one echoing in the room.
In one fluid spring of movement, she sat up, ripped the covers off, and sent a disarming spell towards the one corner of the room that was darker than the others. The sound of a wand clattering to the ground somewhere else could be heard. She turned on a light, and jumped out of bed. What she saw in the corner of her room at the Three Broomsticks was not at all what she was expecting, though:
Regulus Black.
Her wand in hand, aimed directly at his throat, she stood tall in defiance. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice cold. She remembered how he stood in the corner of her library, much like he did now. She remembered his face through her tears, watching her scream and writhe in pain.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said, putting his hands in the air to show his innocence. "I promise," he added. Cleo hesitated. How could she trust him? "I need your help," he said. "You're the only one I could think to come to."
Her wand shook in her hand from fear or adrenaline, or all of the above, she wasn't sure, but something in her soul told her to put her wand down, and so she did. A visible sigh left Regulus' shoulders, and he slumped back slightly. Cleo took a few steps back and picked his wand up off of the floor.
"I'm holding onto this while you're here," she said, holding his wand up. He nodded quickly, understanding her motives. She tucked it into the pocket of her flannel pajama pants and looked around the room. She waved her wand, and the fireplace lit up, heat quickly filling the room.
