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He recognized her face but he couldn't place from where. Why would he recognize her? She must either be from the Ministry or the Order. He had not reconnected with anyone from his younger days in England, and his French colleagues had made the right decision in staying away from this war zone. So who was she? Her red hair was what was causing his mind to search through his memories, and when she shouted her last spell his was hit with a vivid image of a dragon.

Will blinked, the shards of wood spreading around him as his quick shield spell kept him unharmed. MacFusty, it was Marissa MacFusty that the death eaters were about to kill. It took him a moment to realize that he spoke of her attackers as a separate entity than himself, and Will knew that this had been the case for a very long time. He was an auror who did the Dark Lord's bidding, he hadn't been a death eater in a very long time. He hadn't seen or spoken to Marissa in a very long time, so it was confusing as to why he suddenly felt angry that they were attacking her unfairly.

She reminded him of Hogwarts, before he had been recruited by Anthony Mulciber to avenge his brother's death. Marissa had been someone who understood his fascination with animals, and had offered him the opportunity to work with dragons when he left school---but he had to decline because the Dark Lord had other plans. The Dark Lord had seen potential in him and had managed to get him into the auror program and affect his life forever.

The Dark Lord had left him locked away in Azkaban for a year until the Ministry had fallen, and the Dark Lord was nowhere near the castle right now as he once again fought in a war he had never wanted any part of. His hands began to shake in anger as all that he'd lost over the past twenty years began to flash through him at an alarming speed and intensity. Will struck out his arm and sent a deadly curse straight into the oncoming death eater's back.