As they disappeared from the cursed place, Albus couldn't help but take one final look at the scene that would haunt him for years to come—a circle of gray where Death held sway, where not even color could penetrate.
The ash began to bury his legs, enveloping him in its soft, warm embrace. Harry wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face in them, allowing the world to drift into the distance.
The fate of the wizarding world hung in the balance, and Sirius and Jean-Sebastian were just two individuals among many who would play a pivotal role in the impending struggle.
It was on a cold October evening that this story began, an evening that, in the eyes of many people, marked the advent of a new era, an era of great upheavals, although it would affect only a certain category of individuals.