Wow. First HP fic(let) so I would highly appreciate some CC.
No one wanted to break the pressing silence, but the same thing was on everyone's mind.
'Who did we lose?'
Sure, there were the obvious ones Lupin, Tonks, Fred, but it was obvious something else was up. I felt Dean press into my side. He felt the tension just as bad as I did, maybe even worse.
"Come outside, surrender peacefully, and I may spare your lives. I don't like to spill pure blood." A hand closes closed around my wrist.
"Go, Shay. There's not really an alternative. You're safe...hopefully."
"Why can't we go down fighting, like Fred?" The hand squeezed harder, not enough to be painful, but close.
"I don't want to lose you, Seamus." I heard the pleading tone in his voice, begging me to go, and to try and survive.
"He doesn't want to spill pureblood. You'll be killed!"
"I know..." Dean's voice trailed off, and he avoided my eyes.
"Then I'm not going."
He doesn't argue, he knows it's futile.
And we go fight.
I think it turned out okay, but that's your opinion to decide! And yeah, it's short. But I don't care.