A silvery cloud floated lazily in the sky, covering the moon briefly.
The gathering of black-cloaked people miles below welcomed the natural refuge and protection of the shadow.
A tall, gangly Death Eater glanced at the cloud, feeling a connection so powerful with the fluff of ice and air it left him breathless.
One mere object, meandering down its chosen path, was immediately caught between light and dark. A single second in time, and it had the power to bring darkness and shadow upon millions.
Perhaps one can make a difference. Snape discreetly left the others and headed towards Hogwarts.