« Chapter Eleven - War »

"It has started already?!" Charlie questioned, panic evident in his voice.

"I'm afraid so, they need you out there, its a mess," as Chester spoke i took the time to scan over him, he was filthy and had blood running down his arm and leg.

"You're not going back there. You're staying here, you've done enough," I spoke sternly, ignoring his shocked expression.

"But-," 

"But nothing Chester, you're not going to be help to anyone in that state, we'll go, you stay here and look after the triplets," Charlie looked like he was about to argue but I cut him off before he could say anything "Don't even try it Charles, I'm going, now, go get your wand,"

"Yes ma'am," he chuckled, making his way up the stairs as I grabbed our coats, whispering some words of comfort to my brother as I hugged him, telling him I'd see him soon enough.

Charles soon returned with our wands and we set off immediately into the fireplace, appearing in the Headmaster's office and making our way to the roof where Lupin and Shacklebolt, nodding in greeting when Lupin smiled at us.

"Scared, Weasley?" I mused, gripping my wand tighter as we gazed out at the scene below.

"You're much scarier than a bunch of death eaters, love, I'll be fine," 

"Stay safe, I love you," I sighed as I hugged him for what could be the last time.

"Come back in one piece, I love you," he joked and I glanced at him one last time before we took off in opposite directions. The only thing going through my head was that I hoped that this wasn't the last time I'd see him.

It had been a while since Charlie and I had separated to fight and honestly I had no clue how long it had been, it felt like hours as I continued to run, adrenaline being my only source of energy as I continued to shoot spell after spell after spell towards those on the other side of the war, helping any ally I could on my way.

 Where the bloody hell am I? I thought with a huff, glancing frantically around, trying to make sense of my surroundings before giving up and running off in a random direction.

Merlin, is that Percy? I questioned as I turned another unrecognizable corner only to stumble upon a Percy and Fred who seemed to be joking together which made me smile softly. Well, that was until an all too familiar face turned the corner opposite me. 

Augustus Rookwood.

 Old ministry worker turned deatheater and if his gaze and grip on his wand was anything to go by, he was currently targeting my brothers' in law and I was not happy.

Rookwood suddenly pointed his wand towards the wall behind Fred and due to sheer panic my body reacted on its own, sprinting towards Fred as the explosion occurred, casting a defensive spell and protecting the three of us, ignoring the duo's shocked expressions as I sighed realising neither were harmed.

Relief took over my body, lowering my guard, which was my mistake. As soon as Augustus realised I was distracted, he took his chance with no hesitation, shooting a bright spell I couldn't decipher straight at me, hitting me right in the chest.

I choked as my breath got taken away, my brothers' taking down Rookwood with ease as they realised what had just occurred. Charlie then suddenly turned the corner, paling at the sight of me as my legs gave out.

The last thing I heard before my vision went black was the heart breaking sound of my husband screaming my name, coaxing me to stay awake.

If this is it, why do I still feel...

Conflicted

To be continued...