Candle
When he decided to leave Hogwarts to find the remaining horcruxes, he hadn't thought that it would be so utterly depressing. It had been two weeks since Harry had found a possible lead. They had all lead to a dead end since he had found Morgana's Mirror. The washed out colours of dusk dampens his remaining spirit. It was times like this he hated. They made him think about the events of his last year at Hogwarts. Dumbledore is dead. The thought just recalls the ancient, tired face of Dumbledore. And the horrible dead hand. The last time Harry had seen him was dead. Killed by someone who they had thought they could trust. Snape. The name caused bile to rise up his throat. No matter how much he had disliked the man, Harry had respected him. He had thought that Snape risked his life for the information that allowed the Order to save lives at each Death Eater meeting. He had us all fooled. Harry couldn't help feeling a sense of disappointment and betrayal even after all the time that had past.
The comforting wings of night chase out the melancholic grey of twilight.
How long has it been since he had seen his friends? Ron and Hermione. He hadn't heard from them since their last letter. They worked for the Order now, providing him with information on the conditions in Britain. The last letter Harry recieved had been a quickly scribbled message about a lead and how the information war was going well for the light. He doubted that. Hermione's usually clean, precise writing had been unsteady and hurried. Guilt rose within him. All his friends were risking their lives on the battlefield that Britain was sure to be now to allow him time to find the horcruxes. And he had wasted the last week feeling sorry for himself.
The moon's light illuminates the dark waters of the river. Fireflies shake off the sand from their slumber and fill the air.
Orbs of light join in the dance with the silvery rays of the moon and glowing fireflies.
One.
Two.
Three.
The night sky darkens as the dance draws to a close. Hermione wrote that the war had been going well. It's time to go. The horcruxes must be found.
Three candles.