"They weren't," he grunted, putting his arm out to push Marissa behind him as a new assault of death eaters came from around the corner. At first they stared, unsure why he was poised to strike against them, and it only took them another second before they decided that it didn't matter; they were going to take down anything in their way. But, had they ever faced an auror who'd been militant in his training for the past twenty years? One that had mastered hexes of the dark arts before he'd finished his first year of the program?
Had they ever dealt with a man who had absolutely nothing to lose except this last blast of honor that had coursed through him? It didn't matter that it was Marissa behind him, he hadn't spoken to the woman in over a decade, but the flicker of an image she'd brought him of his life before his dark mark, before his brother had been killed, before----Will would give up everything for a time turner, but he had nothing left to give so it didn't matter----
Three powerful red spells shot like lightening out of his wand, squarely hitting three of the assailants straight in the chest.
"Get out of here!" he shouted at Marissa without looking over his shoulder. It was her only chance. He suddenly decided to stop whatever horde of death eaters were coming toward him and effectively, toward the Great Hall where he knew most of Voldemort's opponents weer still battling. Will did not want to give the Dark Lord one more second of his help, of his supposed loyalty because look what it had gotten him. He was a bloody ambitious Slytherin that had let other people control his life for---his entire life, and making this decision was probably going to cost him the little he had left.
"GO!"
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