"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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{Old friends, like old swords, are still trusted best.}
Months had gone by. No one had heard from Cleo, not even just to know if she was still alive. It ate at Sirius every single day, and they had been actively searching for a sign of her whereabouts from the day she left without any luck.
After the first month, and not a single sign from her about her whereabouts, they began to realize that they needed to keep going, no matter how hard it was. Dumbledore, while disappointed at the news of her disappearance, explained that a lot of Aurors especially will go rogue if they become too emotionally invested in their jobs. Sirius wished so desperately that he could have gone rogue too, because protecting Cleo had always been his job but he was never very good at it.
Days went by where all Sirius wanted to do was throw himself off a bridge, fully prepared to meet her on the other side. Other days passed where he had hope, but those days were far and in between.
There was nothing to be done, and Sirius knew that. It was as though he had lost her in the battle as well, because she truly never came back from it. Remus kept the scanner on constantly -- sometimes, Sirius would wake in the middle of the night and hear it going still, the static voice rambling off names of those who were dying in the fight against the dark. At the sound of her name, Remus would have popped right out of a deep sleep, but her name was never heard.
"Boys," Lily shouted one evening over her shoulder. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and she was wrist deep in soapy water as she worked on the dishes. Having grown up in a household where magic was not used, she found in her later years that doing the dishes by hand was one of the most relaxing things for her to do. She shut the water off as she put the last of the glasses on a drying rack and wiped her hands with a towel. She then went across the kitchen to the oven, tucking a strand of her red ruby hair behind her ear before opening it up and pulling a deliciously steaming baked ham out. She bumped the door with her hip, which, she hated admitting, was a bit wider than she once was, and it slammed shut as she walked to the dining table with the ham in hand. "Boys!" she shouted again, "dinner's up!"
James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter were huddled around the radio in the living room of James and Lily's quaint little house. The four boys, once rowdy and hard to keep quiet for this long, had been silently listening to the static for a long time now. Lily was scared for Cleo, and for all the other friends of hers who were not safely under her roof, but the sound of the radio on constantly was starting to drive her mad.
She walked into the living room, her hands resting effortlessly on the bulging belly holding the life growing inside of her. She was solemn as she walked into the room, and all four boys seemed to be internally tearing their hair out as they listened desperately, hoping to God that her name never was uttered across the airwaves but fearing ever turning the damn thing off.
