please note: this is written for Rainless Night's Coming Back to Life challenge (in the forum 'writing challenges')
to apologise to long-chapter-lovers: I'm sorry, but most chapters will be pretty short and confusing, as it is a new kind of writing I am trying out. ;)
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night falls upon the earth in piecesIt is nightfall – the faded outline of a crescent moon just visible behind the clouds.
(There are no stars tonight.)
Peter is in the basement of Spinner's End, flipping through what looked like a parchment disaster.
There must be something there…something that would help…There it is, in faint, penciled letters.
He skims through the page, and a small smile lights up his thinned, mousy face.
Peter has never been so glad that Severus Snape was talented at Potions, and thought to keep ingredients at home.
(Even if several of the products had resulted in Peter's face.)
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"Five clockwise stirs," he murmurs. The black pot emits a greenish glow upon his face in the dark room.
He shies away from it.
(It's light, and light reminds him of Lily.)
(He would see her again.)
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