Celeste Ellis Lupin-Black is a very powerful and charming young witch. She's always been in control of her flame. But when a certain prophecy regarding her comes to light, will she contain the fire? Or will she let it consume her?
Timeline: POA - GO...
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Professor Dumbledore sent all the Gryffindors back to the Great Hall, where they were joined ten minutes later by the students from Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, who all looked extremely confused.
"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told them as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick closed all doors into the hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately," he added to Percy, who was looking immensely proud and important. "Send word with one of the ghosts."
Professor Dumbledore paused, about to leave the hall, and said, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."
One casual wave of his wand and the long tables flew to the edges of the hall and stood themselves against the walls; another wave, and the floor was covered with hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags.
"Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.
The hall immediately began to buzz excitedly; the Gryffindors were telling the rest of the school what had just happened.
Celeste was still in shock. No matter how hard anyone tried, they couldn't get her to speak. This was a rare occasion to the Gryffindors and a spectacle to everyone else. Celeste Black was always running her mouth and never knew when to shut up. To see her silent was somewhat unsettling.
"Everyone into their sleeping bags!" shouted Percy. "Come on, now, no more talking! Lights out in ten minutes!"
"C'mon," Ron said to Harry, Hermione, and Celeste. Harry grabbed Celeste's hand and they seized four sleeping bags and dragged them into a corner.
Celeste could see everyone staring and pointing at her. She was trying to stand tall but all she wanted to do was crumple to the floor like she was made of paper. Harry helped her sit down to the floor and quickly sat down right next to her holding her hand tightly.
"Do you think Black's still in the castle?" Celeste could hear a girl whisper near a group of Ravenclaws.
"Dumbledore obviously thinks he might be," a boy from the same area retorted.
"Don't listen to them, Star," Harry said to Celeste in a hushed voice. Harry looked at her with the utmost concern. Ron looked ready to kill anyone who'd try to attack Celeste. Hermione tried to diffuse the tension.
"It's very lucky he picked tonight, you know," said Hermione to Celeste as they climbed fully dressed into their sleeping bags and propped themselves on their elbows to talk. "The one night we weren't in the tower..."
