Forgive Me
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darnedchildSummary: Panic clawed at her throat. Remus was out there, somewhere, dueling Dolohov.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Futility” for anyone, from @rewil
Forgive Me
She had been an Auror.
She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
She’d fought before. Seen wizards die before. Been forced to kill before.
But it had never been like this.
The sheer scale of the battle was overwhelming.
Panic clawed at her throat. Remus was out there, somewhere, dueling Dolohov.
Her mind knew it was futile; the fight would be over—one way or another—long before she found him. Her heart screamed that she needed help, needed to find the man she loved.
The curse had already been cast when she saw him in the courtyard. Even as the sickening green light illuminated his features, his eyes met hers for the last time. Impossibly, she thought she heard him say her name before he died.
Tonks charged forward, rage guiding her wand as spell after spell flew; some flying wide and sloppy, others ripping and tearing at her husband’s murderer.
Making Dolohov bleed and scream.
She never saw Bellatrix, but she heard the glee in her aunt’s voice as she cast the Killing Curse.
Tonks fell, her hand extended toward her husband. Her final words trembled on her lips, forever unspoken.
“Forgive me, my love.”
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Futility” for anyone, from @rewil
Forgive Me
She had been an Auror.
She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
She’d fought before. Seen wizards die before. Been forced to kill before.
But it had never been like this.
The sheer scale of the battle was overwhelming.
Panic clawed at her throat. Remus was out there, somewhere, dueling Dolohov.
Her mind knew it was futile; the fight would be over—one way or another—long before she found him. Her heart screamed that she needed help, needed to find the man she loved.
The curse had already been cast when she saw him in the courtyard. Even as the sickening green light illuminated his features, his eyes met hers for the last time. Impossibly, she thought she heard him say her name before he died.
Tonks charged forward, rage guiding her wand as spell after spell flew; some flying wide and sloppy, others ripping and tearing at her husband’s murderer.
Making Dolohov bleed and scream.
She never saw Bellatrix, but she heard the glee in her aunt’s voice as she cast the Killing Curse.
Tonks fell, her hand extended toward her husband. Her final words trembled on her lips, forever unspoken.
“Forgive me, my love.”