Hi, hope whoever reads this story enjoys it. Haven't written anything in long time so if there is anything I can improve on, grammar or otherwise, please let me know.

Chapter 1

Arthur opened his eyes, blurriness from his knock to the head caused by incessant spell-casting and hits from death eaters affecting his vision. He craned his head up to look, pain shooting through his spine like an electric current. A few yards in either direction the death eaters that had surrounded him only moments ago lay sprawled on the forest floor. Limbs splayed in different directions telling him they were out cold. He didn't understand why, though. He was a goner, he was sure of it. The death eaters and catchers were a good few in number compared to only him and Kingsley doing battle with them. Although both of the Order members could more than hold there own there were simply too many of them. They had been too out in the open in the forest and on the run for too long. Exhaustion had been setting in for days, both men growing weary and tired with every passing hour until they had let themselves apparate to the forest. Catchers who, they, in their better minds knew had created detecting charms for alerting them to witches and wizards on the run had quickly closed in on them. Death eaters weren't far behind them as they had been on the hunt for two of the orders senior members for weeks, months really.

'Kingsley!' Arthur thought panicked.

He had been just up ahead of himself, a trail of dark-hooded figures close behind him when he last clasped eyes on him. Arthur's eyes scanned around the area to try and find his oldest friend. Out of his peripheral view, to his right Arthur saw another hooded figure hovering over the body of a man with dark blue robes. Over Kingsley.

Arthur clambered to his feet in haste.

"Hey!"

The figures head snapped in his direction.

The red-headed wizard raised his wand angrily at the figure but before he could utter a word the figure pulled their hood down, revealing their face to him.

Arthur stopped in his tracks, his wand lowering slightly.

"Son?" he breathed out hesitantly.