Candle
Author: Karma's Slave
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Rated: PG
Words: 188
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The white candle that sat on the table stand was nearly spent; which was a sign that was never good. The spell was from an old nearly forgotten magic book but very powerful mind you. The spell it's self takes a lot of time to prepare, that could take weeks to even many months.
Seeing as how this particular spell as the not only the power to bring a spirit back for limited time, but it also gives the spirit a corporal form.
"Sirius, the candle it's almost…"
"Shh!" he cutting her sentence off, he didn't want Hermione to think about that god damn candle, the very candle that acted as his timer. A strong silence filled into the dimly lit bedroom, Sirius embraced the grip he had on Hermione. A strong silence over came the dimly lit bedroom, Hermione could feel Sirius bringing himself closer to her, in his own silent way of saying, 'don't let go', his grey eyes were pleading along with that action.
As almost childish it looked, it just didn't change the fact that it was still heart breaking none then less.
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