Disclaimer: All the credit goes to JK for everything you all love and recognise.
A/N: I always felt that the First War against Voldermort was a story that sort of passed people by so I wanted to see if I could fill in some of the gaps. This is my first attempt at fanfiction after admiring many for years, so bear with me 'kay?
Prologue
'War is like love, it will always find a way'- Bertold Brecht
"Don't worry Marlene, I'll make this as quick and painless as possible", whispered the cloaked figure behind me, his wand placed delicately at my neck.
To an unknowing onlooker, it may have looked like two lovers embracing. Once upon a time it might have been.
"At least face me like a man", I said. The words had sounded cool in my mind but my voice betrayed me, shuddering like a frightened little rabbit. I wasn't surprised. I'd only ever pretended that I was brave. I was grasping at the inklings of whatever was left of that façade now."If you even know what that means".
The arm that was around my waist tightened like a python curling around its prey. He spun me around so I could see those eyes beneath that hood.
"As you wish", he replied casually, as if he was talking to a stranger about the weather. His eyes betrayed him though; a storm of bitterness and familiarity.
He raised his wand and placed it gently at my heart.
I held my breath as if someone had plunged me deep into the ocean. Except my lungs were filled up with fear instead of salt water. I could hear the pounding in my chest and the noise of that desperate drumming drowned everything else out.
In a field of wild grass and dead bodies, my heartbeat was the only sound in the universe.