A/N: So, here is my drabble set in response to the Daily Prompts from the Mods challenge on HPFC. The prompt was Six More, and full credit to Schermione for it, hence the title.
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Written in honour of all of the fallen.
Disclaimer: I would have never killed off all of these people.
Bodies.
Bodies everywhere. A mass of cells and veins and skin without souls. There's too much chaos, too much confusion between the crowd of living and dead in battle. Heroes have fallen, the mighty back to claim their right for justice, risking their lives for justice.
And some will lose it.
Spells and curses and flashes of light excel in the hell of a castle, illuminating and wounding everything they find.
But they keep fighting, head held high, in the name of what they think right.
How can we know who is alive?
Who is dead?
And who will die?