AN: I really shouldn't be starting another story now, but I started this one just for myself then kind of liked it. Very different from my usual stuff, so be warned. The next chapter will contain strong sexual situations between two female characters, and future chapters will contain violence. Basically, it has earned it's R rating. Not for young readers. Otherwise, enjoy.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of JK Rowling, her publishers, and Warner Bros. And the title is a line from a song from Les Miserables I think. The melody is in my head as I write it, but it might not be.
Stars Are Black and Cold
Prologue
Two young woman meet at a bar in a world that is bleak and cold. Just seventeen and eighteen years old, they are the lucky ones: they found each other, and they have stayed alive. Nearly all of those they knew, only a year before, are dead or enemies. In a family of nine, only two now live. Ron was the first, dying to protect the only hope that good held. Harry Potter would be their savior. He would end the darkness. The prophecy told them so. But he was murdered in his sleep under the noses of those who protected him, betrayed by one of their own.
After that, the Order of the Phoenix was destroyed, its members picked off, one by one. Of nearly thirty, five remain, scattered and running. They found others, younger generations who didn't live in the first dark time, or those who didn't think it could ever get this bad. They hold on the hope that darkness must end. The world has faced this before, they think. But in the before, there was always one who could save them. The villain had a weakness, something that could be picked at, a soft underbelly. This villain could not die. None of those who fought in secret had the power to undo him, those powers were dead and gone. They clung to each other in the moments that they could, just delaying the end.
Tonight, they seek out that connection. They need each other with passion and urgency. They need each other to remain sane. Tomorrow they could die. Tonight they live.
