Keeping his eyes focused on the Death Eaters who were closing in on them, he too thought about everyone he cared about, everyone he loved, and his grip around his wand tightened. This was it…this was what they joined the order to do, because they wanted to make a difference. They were part of a war, and it would have been ridiculous for him to expect there to be no casualties…and it would be equally ridiculous to not even have thought about how he could be one of them. He had been preparing himself for the worst case scenario ever since the Order had been formed…but it was never so real before now.
The question that came from his brother warranted a smirk, not because he was happy…but because he was thinking about how fantastic it was going to be when these Death Eaters were eliminated. Even if it wasn’t by their hands, knowing that the other Order members would be able to do what they could not was…comforting, in some ways. It made him remember what it really meant to be an Order member…and if that meant dying for something he believed in, something that was going to make the world a better place…than maybe it was supposed to happen. Maybe this was his time…and maybe it would all work out in the end.
I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise, Bess…
“Let’s do this, Princess.”
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