Graduation was nearing everyday and in between final exams and last minute pranks the group still found time to relax.

But even as the whole lot sat under a tree overlooking the Black Lake a heaviness hung over the group.

Their world was becoming more dangerous, news of attacks and deaths being broadcasted in the papers each morning.

Sirius and James were good at pretending they weren’t bothered. James was tossing a stick into the water as Padfoot swam in to fetch it every time. Remus was good at hiding his worry, but his nose was in a book more often than not now. And Peter, well his stutter from years ago was back again.